#wade wilson ficlet

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade's Adhd and rejection sensitivity. Getting upset about inconveniences he can't control even when not mentally small, just becoming irationally overly upset over things that don't really affect much.

How he's been talking about a certain sandwitch all day long. Since noon, throughout the entire mission, and now he's yapping about it again on the 6 block walk to said sandwitch joint ran by a small immigrant family.

He keeps talking about how great it is. Logan didn't have this place in his timeline, so Wade is ampled excited to show him. Logan jokes with him how he sounds more excited to eat this sub then he is to suck dick.

Wade, with the most serious face, goes, "I can get dick anytime. They're only open 4 days a week and only from 1 to 5."

Logan notes this in the back of his mind for the future.

Just as they get there, Wade is telling Logan that they used to be open 10-5 but their daughter went to college, so now they are on their own. How these people have been so kind to him and told him that they started this shop for their daughter specifically. To give her a good life, they've been working hard to send her to college since day one.

As they roll up to the door, Wade's face drops. All of the glee and joy from his body evaporates and immediately he's just staring at the sign.

"Sorry, we're closed. Come back -" and then a small plastic clock that shown when they opened again tomorrow at 1 pm.

They're too late.

"Oh... well, that sucks." Logan mutters, hands in his pockets as he watches Wade look so utterly disappointed that even he begins to feel bad for him.

He puts a hand on his shoulder. "We can always come again tomorrow."

"B-but I...i wanted.." He starts to tear up, quickly moving to wipe his eyes, sniffling and shaking his head. "It's fine... okay.. tomarrow." He whispers, not only feeling pathetic for being so upset over a sandwitch store being closed, but now they had to walk all the way back home.

"...are you okay?"

"Yeah.. it's fine.." But it's clearly not fine. He fully understands that they were late, and thats why they were closed. He's not angry at them. He's not angry at logan either. Not even himself, really. He must have miscalculated the time. A pure mistake.

But on the way home, it's very obvious that this is a big deal. He's quiet. Staring at the ground as he walks, biting his nails, wiping a tear once inawhile.

It makes Logan frown, uncomfortable with the silence, knowing his mind was no where near silent at the moment. He knew it was turmoil in there, a loud and pouting mess.

"....do you want to get something else?"

"...no..." He whispers.

Logan observes his body language, watching how his eyes kept flickering and filling with a tear every now and again. How distant he becomes and almost... hugs himself... at one point. He knows that this is a much different response from when small him throws a tantrum or sulks. He looks as if he genuienly didn't want to be upset but just... is. As if he couldn't stop his overwhelming emotions from flooding his mind.

He takes his hand. "...is it because you wanted to show me?"

"No.. I mean.. kinda? But I just... I really wanted it."

"We can get it tomarrow?"

"I know. I can't... its hard to explain."

Logan gives his hand a squeeze, talking quietly.

"... is it a safe food?"

Wade nods, wiping another tear on his sleeve. It was one of the few things he could eat without puking. But that still wasn't why he was upset.

"Do you want me to make you a sub?"

He shakes his head. "It won't be the same."

"Im sure I can make it the sa-"

"No.. I mean... yes?? Im sorry, Peanut. It's... It's an experience thing.. I've had it in my head all day to go and get a sub from them. And now I can't check it off until tomorrow."

Oooh.. that makes sense. He had a checklist in his head. Something he needed to finish before he could go to bed. And now that this wasn't finished? He would have a hard time moving forward.

When they arrive home, Wade goes to hide in the corner of their bedroom, quiet and trying to think of something else he could do to distract his mean brain from yelling at him.

'What are you doing? You were supposed to go to the shop! Stop being lazy and just go! Come on! We've been waiting all day for this! ... Logan said he would eat a sub with us...But we were so good today...' They said.

"I know.." he muttered, putting on his headphones, hoping to drown them out.

It doesn't work. Now hes just laying in bed, rotting and staring at the ceiling while tears travel down the sides of his face. He's breathing a bit shakily.

'Why are we crying? Its just a sandwitch. It has nothing to do with the sandwich dipshit!! Are we bad..? Did we misbehave? Is that why Logan dosn't want to eat with us? Hey! Hello?? Were kind of starving here. Haven't even had anything today since breakfast. Im not hungry anymore. You're really pathetic you know that? Almost 50 years old crying over a fucking sandwitch.'

They were so loud that even with the volume up so high, he didn't hear Logan come in.

"Wade?" He waves a hand in front of him, watching as he jumps, looking up with such puffy red eyes.

"W-what?"

He puts down a plate. It's a sub.

Looking at it, he glances between him and the food multiple times, watching as Logan takes it, taking a bite and sitting next to him.

He doesn't say a word.

Now, Wade is crying for a different reason, his eyes softening as he smiles, gently leaning into him. "... Can I have a bite?"

"Of my dick or my sub?" He asks, glancing to him with a teasing look painted on his raised brow.

Wade giggles, nuzzling into his shoulder as he takes a big breath, sighing. Glancing at the door, he mutters. "Do you see this shit? And you all call me the nasty one."

Logan only smirks, a bit too proudly. "Says the guy who once-"

"Woah woah woah peanut! That's enough. This episode is rated pg. Sorry about that. God, such a potty mouth." He snickers, sitting up as Logan lets him take a bite from the end of the sub, Lady and the Tramp style.

[softcenteregg]

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[mynameisjag]

“Oh, hello gorgeous, who would be cruel enough to leave a sweetie like you alone in a place like this?”

Wade snapped his head toward Logan as soon as he heard the words come out of the other man’s mouth, “Who in the hell-“

-and of course the older mutant was talking to an animal and not another person, granted, he should have known that since they were staking out a warehouse for a new temp base that had been abandoned for some time.

The animal in question was a scraggly looking cat, fur missing in patches and thin in others places especially around the hind quarters, Logan didn’t seem to care as he picked up the purring creature that was rubbing against his legs. Cradling to his chest with a smug little smirk, “Handsome fella, aren’t ya?”

Oh, they were going to take this balding mess home with them!

“Gotta a thing for ugly cute, huh?”

The smug smirk was sent the mercs way, “Perhaps, besides, he is supposed to look this way, he’s Lykoi breed, which is strange, they are rare breed…wonder who left him here?”

“Lykoi? Someone suddenly a cat expert?”

“…one of the kids back…back where I came from…did a report on them…they are also known as werewolf cats…”

“Werewolf cats, I hope they got an A with the effort they put in for that one joke.”

Logan simply shrugged, moving the cat to the crook of one arm, smiling as the animal stretched out, purring louder as it got comfortable, one of its paws came up and stretched out its claws to lightly tap at the man’s shoulder, “We are taking him with us.”

“Well, don’t those words sound familiar? Should I even put up a token fight? Fine, you win, you and your way with words, how could I ever argue with a face like that but no sleeping with us…okay, they can sleep with us, so demanding today, Peanut.”

Logan hadn’t even said a word, just watching amusingly as his partner had the one-sided argument for them. Just lazily scratching his new companion’s head, mind already thinking of what to pick up on the way home, “need some supplies.”

“Oh, we can get him and Mary matching outfits! There has to be a Wolverine suit for cats out there! Or maybe a lumberjack look? What we naming him?!”

“…cat…”

“We are not calling him just Cat, baby, you can come up with something better, how about Jim Jam, Mr. Murray, KitKat-“

“Cat.”

“No!”

[toastily]

simple little ficlet of the matter/antimatter doing crazy multiversal magic and making wade see his possible future afterlife instead of the one seen in DP2 ✨

He was dying again.

For the final time, he thinks. He knew what being ripped apart cell by cell felt like. He felt it constantly; his body dying and reviving itself thousands of times over every second.

This was different. He’d felt everything. His body crumbling apart for the final time, burning him alive and turning into nothing as the matter and anti-matter mixed inside his body. He felt every atom screaming, his body trying desperately to heal itself as he was dragged from his body and into the ether.

Then it was all over in an instant, and he was falling. That feeling so familiar to him now. Tumbling through the darkness and feeling it enveloping him, slowly stripping him of the pain that came with being alive. Tearing the cancer, the constant agonizing pain, from his body and letting him finally relax.

God, he’d missed this. He’d missed dying.

He dropped into his afterlife after what felt like hours of falling through the dark, expecting the familiar view of what was once his apartment with Vanessa, but that’s not what he saw.

It was his and Al’s apartment. But it was different, somehow. Clothes that weren’t his strewn across his shitty futon, furniture was moved, a new chair was added to the already mismatched living room. The walls were a different color. There were new framed pictures on the walls, but they all looked greyed out and blurry.

“What the shit?” He mumbled under his breath, spinning in a slow circle as he took in what he was starting to assume wasn’t actually his afterlife. He felt on edge. He was supposed to know what to expect here, it wasn’t supposed to be a fucking surprise.

That comforting feeling of home was dragging on the edges of his subconscious like desperate claws, telling him to relax, accept his final resting place, but he couldn’t let himself give in. There was something wrong.

He spotted a dirty, old ash tray with a cigar that was slowly leaking smoke propped in it sitting on the kitchen counter. He zoned in on it. Neither he or Al ever touched cigars.

Then he saw it. A ghost is truly the best way he could describe it. An unfinished shape that was clearly supposed to be a person. It blurred his vision, made his eyes water when he looked directly at it.

He could catch the vague idea of what it was supposed to be. A man, tall and broad, leaning against the counter and looking out the window above the sink. The feeling that bore a hole deep into his chest as he looked at whoever this man is was the exact same one he’d felt last time he was here while Ness was still dead.

Love, deep and unending. And he didn’t even know why.

He reached up and rubbed his eyes, trying his hardest to focus them on the ghost but no matter what he could only catch the very edges of him. Someone that looked so deeply familiar but wholly foreign.

The visual of this thing made his entire body ache with confusion and anxiety. He felt like he was going to vomit as his eyes refused to focus directly on it.

He took a hesitant step forward, but before he could make it very far he hit the familiar wall of his immortality. “Fuck, come on! I thought I was finally fucking done!” He yelled, slamming his fist against the invisible wall that held him from what was waiting for him. Who was waiting for him.

The shape moved, Wade could somehow tell it was turning to look at him.

“Wade?” The fuzzy sound of a voice, low and gruff, echoed through the room. It sounded like it was rooms away, but he knew it came from the ghost.

It hit him, then. He knew exactly who it was. “Peanut?” He asked, voice uncertain as he squinted at the shape. “Logan, what the fuck-”

He was ripped back hard, torn back from whatever fucked up version of his home that was supposed to be. He was dragged through the darkness again, much faster this time, landing directly back into his barely-alive body with a hard gasp.

[lopsidedghoul]

can we have age regresser wade and cg logan??? please??????

[stormyelliotwritez]

What?

I made a post on my main about wade having apd and @rainy-thunderstorm asked me to write a deadclaws one-shot about it so i did yay

My Little Pony was on and it was Wade’s favourite episode so he was sitting on the couch, watching contently. Logan had been doing stuff in their room and he didn’t wanna bother him so he just cleaned his guns while watching Twilight talking to Celestia.

A while later, Logan walked out and sat down in the kitchen with a beer.

“Bub, what do you want for dinner?”

Wade waved his hand dismissively. He’d heard something else.

Logan shook his head with a chuckle and got out a frozen lasagna and some leftover salad. He turned on some music and started getting it ready.

Sometime later, the episode finished and Wade put his guns away and skipped into the kitchen. He looked in the oven and pouted.

“I don’t wanna eat lasagna,” he mumbled.

Of course, Logan heard him over the music and frowned. “Well you didn’t tell me what you wanted, bub,” he said with a raised eyebrow as he leaned against the kitchen bench.

Wade kept staring at the oven as if he didn’t hear Logan at all. He just stood there and pouted at the lasagne that he didn’t wanna eat.

Logan pushed himself off the bench and tapped Wade on the shoulder. He then crossed his arms, assuming the mum stance. “You didn’t tell me what ya wanted, bub.”

Wade heard him that time. His ears were funny like that. Wait, wait, what? He was sure he hadn’t asked. Had he asked? He turned around and stared at Logan, his eyes narrowed. “You didn’t ask me.”

That was when Logan’s teacher side of his brain turned on just like in the diner when he asked if he’d been tested for ADHD. He turned the music off and stuck his tongue out slightly as he did when he was thinking really hard.

If they weren’t having a stare-off, Wade would be climbing him like a tree.

“Wade, what did I say?” He asked firmly but also calmly in his weird way.

Wade stared at him for a moment before tugging at his hoodie strings. Had he heard Logan wrong? Was he in trouble?

“You want any liqueur?” He said sheepishly, feeling stupid.

Oh, shit was all Logan was thinking. Had Wade been hit in the head again? But that should have healed already. Had this always been a problem? He couldn’t hear when… Logan looked over at the TV which had been playing My Little Pony and a piece clicked together. He glanced at the small speaker that been playing music and another clicked.

“When there’s other sounds, I sound jumbled, don’t I? And your brain fills the gaps in wrong.”

Wade kept staring at him, before Yellow chucked a memory of Nessa getting mad at him for thinking she said cake instead of date so he’d bought a crappy cake from the baker down the street. He’d been sitting at home in his pjs when she called saying that he’d forgotten her and she’d been waiting for an hour.

He nodded slowly.

Logan nodded in response and then hesitantly grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. You’d think he was a psychic from how he always knew what Wade was thinking.

“I’m not mad, bub. We just gotta figure this out together,” he said reassuringly as he rubbed Wade’s back.

Wade sniffed and buried his face in Logan’s shoulder. Dating an older guy who knew shit and really cared about him was way better than he thought it would be.

They ended up getting Chinese takeout and putting the lasagna in the fridge for the next day.

[adsdragonlover]

Work Song

A Spideypool Songfic Drabble,

Thank god for Hozier

Peter trembles as he finally finishes speaking. It still hurts to talk about all those he’s lost. Ben, Harry, Gwen. So many of his loved ones laid in the cold, dark earth.

He can’t look at Wade, too ashamed.

“It’s not your fault,” Wade says, and Peter flinches.

“Yes it is,” Peter whispers. “It’s- all my fault. I’m the reason they’re in the ground.” He clenches his fists in the spandex of his suit, not caring how it’ll warp the fabric.

“I could’ve stopped the man who killed Ben. But I didn’t. And then he died. And I- I should’ve been able to help Harry. I should’ve- I could’ve tried harder.” He hastily wipes at the tears that are beginning to fall. “And Gwen,” his voice cracks. “I didn’t catch her.”

“She’s dead. They’re all dead. And I- I’ll never forgive myself.”

Wade reaches out and takes Peter’s hand. “I don’t really know what to say,” he admits. “But I don’t blame you.”

Peter sighs and squeezes Wade’s hand. “If it makes you feel better, you can’t kill me. No grave can hold my body down. I’ll always come back to you.”

Peter smiles, pulling Wade into a hug. “Thanks.”

[captainamericaswifereal]

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BUCKY BARNES & STEVE ROGERS & TONY STARK & SAM WILSON

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[invertedimplosion]

let this whole town hear your knuckles crack by invertedimplosion

“Friendliest in the neighborhood, even when you’re having a stand-off with the reaper.” “I’m not always polite.” Peter's peripheral vision begins to float and fade. His eyelids sag. “Not anymore.” The ‘friendly’ part of Spider-man died years ago, buried alongside the too-many headstones he visits.

Fandoms: Deadpool - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warning Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Whump (?), Canon-Typical Violence, Ficlet, Unbeta’d

[icarusredwings]

Soup

Thinking about Logan coming home to find Wade resting against Althea, who is trying her best to knit something. He notices there's a trash can near him. He's wearing a knitted chemo cap and mittens, one with two thumb holes. He's curled up with his feet on the couch, tucked into the cushion, shivering softly, but it's 75 Fahrenheit.

"Shh! You step like a hippopotamus, Howlie. You'll wake him." Carly is in the kitchen making some "Super" soup with all sorts of vegetables and "healthy fats".

Taking off his boots, he puts them away. "As comfy as he looks," he says sarcastically "I think i'll take'm." He mutters, Picking him up, shushing him when he startles, taking him to build a nest of warmth around him.

With all of the blankets on top of him, the heater on, and a comfy wolvie to lay on, Wade stops shivering. His skin is burning up, pressing his cheek against Logan's cool chest. He whispers to him a pathetic thank you before whining something about wishing they'd "stop killing who ever keeps curing cancer already"

It makes Logan chuckle. Wade smiles. "Still got it.." he whispers, letting himself fall into a deep, warm comatose state of regeneration.

Well.. that is until Carly forces a spoonful of stock down his throat and both he and Logan are startled. Wade because hot soup was just poured down his throat, and logan because Wade's coughing fit spooked him into sitting up.

"Boot what are you doing!?"

"He needs to eat!"

"You senile old coot! That's hot! And you cant just make someone eat in their sleep, theyll choke!"

"Oh please! Ive seen what he chokes on! The spoon is no where near that size!" She says, and suddenly Logan is beat red, confused, and wondering why in the hell this woman spoke so casually about his dick. Wade is giggling, adoring the antics of the two, now graciously accepting the bowl.

He pats Logan's back as she leaves. "There there.."

"What is wrong with her?!" He groans, behaving like a teen who's mom just told their crush about wiping their son's butt as a baby.

Wade shrugs. "You attract weirdos, Wolvie."

He glares. "Yeah... I know.."

"Hey, that's not fair. I have cancer."

"You're still a fucking weirdo." He grumbles, laying back down.

"Am I your weirdo?" He asks, drinking another spoonful of the- surprisingly- good soup.

Logan sighs. "Unfortunately.."

"Aw" Wade giggles, feeding him a spoonful too.

[stony-ao3-feed]

Jingle All The Wade

Read it on AO3

by piratesquared

Wade was late.

What kind of evil movie villain ordered an assassination on Christmas Eve anyway? Peter laughed softly to himself as he imagined Wade dropping down some poor chump’s chimney like some kind of reverse Santa.

Well, Peter figured; he’s got the red suit.

~~~

A silly little fic of our boys at Christmas 🖤

Words: 929, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of The Chicken and Waffles Universe

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Boys In Love, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, Christmas Movies, Ficlet

Read it on AO3

[ao3feed-stony]

Jingle All The Wade

by piratesquared

Wade was late.

What kind of evil movie villain ordered an assassination on Christmas Eve anyway? Peter laughed softly to himself as he imagined Wade dropping down some poor chump’s chimney like some kind of reverse Santa.

Well, Peter figured; he’s got the red suit.

~~~

A silly little fic of our boys at Christmas 🖤

Words: 929, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of The Chicken and Waffles Universe

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Deadpool - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Boys In Love, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, Christmas Movies, Ficlet

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43694781

[theamazingcaptdeadpool]

That one time he visited the cemetary

Wade had lost track of time. For all he knew, he’d been sitting there for days. Where? Well, not one of is usual places...  He was surrounded by a bunch of silhouettes. Tombstones. Ovals. Squares. Crosses. It was dusk, the light slowly faded from the world and left the air crisp. His back was pressed up against one of the mementos. It felt cold, rough and lifeless against him, yet provided all the support he needed. His arms rested on his knees, hands hanging limp. His shape as chill and lifeless as the simple marks of men that surrounded him. More a spectre than alive. Numb. Not even sure if he was breathing.  Wade's eyes was transfixed on the tombstone in front of him, but his mind was far away. Trapped in memories that sprung from the earth below, gnawing away at his mind. Memories that'd have him spiral downwards faster than Alice fell into Wonderland. By his side stood an empty bottle of Jack Daniels, his father's favourite brand. His habit supplied even in the afterlife. It was hard to read the name off the stone. You probably wouldn't find it, or even know who was buried there if you were looking. The military had provided it. Paid for the entire burial. Best they did it, who had loved him - than his son, who'd known his love. Was it good to have a place to visit the childhood traumas? Sometimes... His chest felt heavy, but this place always did that to him. As if his heart got transformed in to solid, soulless moss covered rock. Screams from the past chisled into it. It reduced him to that kid who would flinch and cover his head... Wade shuddered. He didn't hear the footsteps, dampened by the overly bright green grass. "Wade?" He didn't respond. The figure stopped beside him, and it registrered in his subconcious. The scent it carried was familiar, nice - nothing like the terror of the haunting memories. Wade let out a jagged breath and shivered. It was almost like this other living creature was bringing life back into him. "Woah. Are those bullet holes?" Oh yeah. Old ones. He stopped bringing weapons into the cemetary, guns particularly. He'd get carried away into a loop of guilt, shame and anger - and he'd empty his gun into that rock, trying to rid himself of the negative association emotions. His father's name hardly readable. He knew what it said though. Well enough. All too well.  Now he only brought whiskey.

[angel-wings-and-tattoos]

At some point, I just stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful. I got bitter.

i cannot stop thinking about andrew's line in no way home and the implications of how it would effect peter and wade's relationship.

peter and wade are friends but nothing more since peter is in a healthy relationship and wade respects the hell out of gwen (even if peter insists on keeping them in separate parts of his life, it's so hard not to tell wade everything about her).

at a certain point, wade has done everything in his power to be better. better at non-lethal fighting, better at controlling his tempter, better at taking care of himself- all because of peter.

then, on one cold night in new york, peter watches the love of his life die in his arms. gone is the once pure, honest role model wade has been following around and, in it's place, is an angry, bitter man who is taking his grief out onto criminals.

wade comes back to new york two months later. when he finally finds peter, he is in a fight.

all wade sees is peter brutally beating a man in an alley.

all wade sees is peter doing exactly what he's condemned wade for since the moment they met.

all wade sees is peter continuing to mangle the bones of some random guy who doesn't stand a chance against spiderman's strength

all wade sees is peter killing a man.

wade doesn't stop peter in time, he can't seem to move his feet fast enough, and they both watch silently as the man on the ground takes his last breaths.

wade's first reaction is shock.

wade's second reaction is rage.

because, honestly? fuck peter. this is a man who forced wade to fundamentally change every aspect of his life to make him align with peter's own moral code. wade tried so hard to live up to peter's expectations of him and every time he failed? peter didn't even acknowledge the improvements. he just jumped straight into lecture mode followed by the silent treatment. even when wade did right him, he acted like wade should have just been like that from the start. after all, why should wade be congratulated for not killing a man?

(in peter's defense, he's never been great at reading people, much less people in masks. he truly is proud of the progress that wade has made but never quite conveyed that message adequately.)

i think that, while wade has truly changed in the past year that he's known peter, he flows with the immediate anger anyway and grabs peter, slamming him up against the alley wall. they fight, peter because gwen's dead and wade wasn't there to catch him in the aftermath. they say some truly awful shit to each other until peter overpowers him and then leaves wade laying in that alley mere yards from the man he just killed.

what follows is a complete role reversal from the beginning of their relationship - it's now wade that is pulling peter out of his own self-destructive spiral.

[pretending-i-can-write]

Back To Normal

The voices never stopped. I may not hear them since that morning, but their words still echo each and every day. I may have freedom from them, but it leaves me with a new curse. A selfish curse. The curse of knowing what he goes through. The curse of knowing I can never rescue him from it.

To know each morning he'll wake to spend the day having any given decision turned against him. Every judgement he makes just further evidence for those voices to berate.

Knowing the agony of just existing that he has to go through, before the cuts and bruises even start, the pain of his bodies rebellion alone is crippling, and no amount of care on my part can fix that.

I can offer him a bed though. That's a start. A home, if he's willing to accept it. My heart, if I'm willing to accept that I want to give it.

(just finished the mind swap arc amd wrote this up on a whim from petey's perspective, plz be gentle, I'm new to Spiderpool 😅)