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love to @hr-twink 🥰 for tagging me to create something for a virtual bookshelf! i chose my current work in progress and my flawed favorite (even if i don't play favorites lol). sorry for only putting my initials but the whole username looked insane 😛


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i'm tagging anyone who'd like to give it a try and @randomnerdyfan specifically, would love to see what you come up with 💜
covers created with this generator
art work: Tim Gardner, Man in Moonlight (2017) and Briton Riviere, Fidelity (1869)
#virtual bookshelf#writing#tag game#i know my initials are also one letter removed from parody#i'm aware 🤠
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~virtual bookshelf~ tag game


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I don't know why i thought of this but I want you to show off your works like the literature they are! using this cover generator, choose your latest (or fav) projects and design a cover for them. This was how i chose to do it but the format is up to you
ill start off with tagging everyone i know ever (but because i cant i will choose @cakebatteronabrickwall @manbeaft @countessrivers because yk) but also just say I tagged you
Cover art: Edward Hopper, Seated man with standing figure, 1903-1906 | JWM Turner, Moonlight Among Ruins, c. 1820
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Michael Wolf | Virtual Bookshelf
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Cozy Reading Tracker ☕
With this template, tracking your recent reads, making TBR lists, and saving your favourite fanfiction is simpler than ever.
Perfect for readers, book collectors, and anyone who finds solace in the written word, this reading tracker helps you transform your reading experience into a little cozy adventure.
MY FAVOURITE FEATURE — you can now create a digital database for your physical bookshelves, and get detailed insights into the genres you like to read (or buy) the most. With big shelves, there's always the possibility of forgetting about some of your books, especially if you double-stack them. Now you can easily search up a title in the database and see if you own it or not!
GET THE TEMPLATE HERE
#reading tracker#reading#bookshelf#notion#notion template#reading tracker template#books#tbr#tbr pile#book tbr#notion book log#book tracker#notion aesthetic#dark academia#dark academia template#virtual bookshelf#cozy notion template#notion reading tracker#reader
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Saving to read once it’s finished 🤭
If It All Fell

Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.
Warnings: Angst, PINING, injury, references to nonconsensual situations
a/n: This series is in progress :) Thank you all for reading!!! ♡
Part 1 ♡
Part 2 ☆
Part 3 ✶
Part 4☼
Part 5 ☁
Part 6 ♡
Part 7 ☆
Part 8 ✶ (Updated April 30th!)
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
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Something Old, Someone New (series, complete)
Spider was the one who fell into the coma, James is the one who wakes up. James reckons with his new life: navigating the fallout from his injury, working in slough house, and coming to terms with emotions he never allowed himself to feel. River tries to grapple the Spider he knew with the one he has; and if he can allow himself the happiness that is finally within his grasp.
More covers and info below!
(ignore the black squares they're for spacing)

Preamble (1,511)
River receives some unexpected news


Part 1: Cobwebs In The Attic (13,508)
James reckons with his new life: navigating the fallout from his injury, working in slough house, and coming to terms with emotions he never allowed himself to feel. Chapter 1: Second chance, or a curse? Chapter 2: The Talking Thing (So would you tell me if you want me)



Part 2: Someone New (15,884)
River tries to grapple the Spider he once knew with the James he now has; and if he can allow himself the happiness that is finally within his grasp Chapter 1: Take your time but let me know Chapter 2: I'm holding back and it's not fair, I think I'm trying not to care Bonus chapter: Your fragile beauty caught me in its web

Part 3: Nothing, it seems, is lost, only relocated (11,720)
Life goes on. Together.
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Original post: 🥰
cover art:
Edward Hopper, Attic in Nyack, 1899. | Édouard Manet, Le Suicidé, 1877-1881. | Unknown, Wisteria, c. 19th century.
Preamble: Edward Hopper, Study for a Stairway, 1949.
Cobwebs in the Attic: Edward Hopper, Man Seated on Bed, 1905-1906. | Edward Hopper, Studies of Hands, 1905-1906.
Someone New: J.C. Leyendecker, Illustration for 'A Voice in the Rice,' 1910. | Francis Cadell, The Boxer, c. 1920s. | John Singer Sargent, Reclining Male Nude, c. 1890-1915.
#my fic#i couldnt decide how to post so i did all of them becuase !!! art!!!#you can tell im obsessed w makign the covers its so fun adn so perfect to me#fic: something old someone new#sosn#slow horses#im going to put it in the spider tag becuase i live there but idk which others becuase i dont like fictagging#james spider webb#Spotify#virtual bookshelf
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Flat As A Pancake! 🥞
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i cant do this... loosemble coming key coming plave Just dropped an album and were at fucking kcon? taemin solo too? I dont have the brain to focus on my three major interests at once rn
#txt#Hopping between them like im insane#plave where at FUCKING KCON? you're telling me the virtual idol geoup is at fucking KCON and they probably didnt actually get to BE there#BECAUSE THEYRE FUCKING VIRTUAL?#i dont even watch their streams but like . they captivate me for this reason.#and then i just dimply . i had to skip oec bc i i cannot afford all three album versions#and loosemble has multiple too#and i LOVE loona i collect them BUT I DONT HAVE FUCKI GN MONEY OR ROOM#and i want g&g but the details havent dropped yet#theres less versions which is better for my pockets#But still i wanna SEEEEEEEEE before i preorder ...#i still need to get key taemin and onews debut solos#BUT THOSE ARE SO FUCKING MUCH#BECAUSE EBAY IS INSANE!!!!!!!!!!#and i still dont even know what im gonan ask my siblings for for my bdaynext month#i cant say g&g bc ill probably buy thay myself#cant say any oso merch bx i feel weird asking them to buy me fucking . i just want the choro figma...#and theres no dbd merch i give a shit about rn#and theres lightsticks i want but i cant be fucking crazy i dont have room#i still need anoyher bookshelf#i could say concert but the timings for every concert i wanted to go have been shit#skz during ramadan . ooo during ramadan. kard before a bog night#and skz are apparently coming back in may BUT IDK WHAT THAT WILL BREEEERE#AND I DONT EVEN HAVE A SKZ LIGHTSTICK ANYWAYS .#loosemble also coming but like... AUUUUGGUHHHHHH#i dont even remember whos in loosemble rn#whatever ill figure soemthing out eventually
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Updated on March 28, 2025 at 8:15am We've been impressed by the overwhelming interest in checking out e-books via California's Bookshelf... and by overwhelming, we actually mean literally that. Nothing should come between you and a good book, so Palace made sure the servers had a good breakfast today. Happy reading!
EDIT on March 27, 2025 at 1:40pm: After the launch of California’s Bookshelf virtual library earlier today, Palace has seen an influx of new users accessing The Palace Project app. Increased traffic has caused app slowness and outages that the Palace team is currently addressing. We appreciate your patience and understanding as we work to resolve these issues.
PRESS RELEASE – Every Californian with an email address and an internet connection can now visit California’s Bookshelf and access more than 300,000 eBooks and eAudiobooks.
Read the full press release here: https://www.library.ca.gov/uploads/2025/03/pressrelease-2025-03-26-californiasbookshelf.pdf
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“It's nights like these that have Theo acutely aware of Taras heart thumping in his chest, pumping his blood around, keeping him alive.”
Tara's heart is keeping him alive!
I have never thought of it that way! Hold on give me second– I can't– ✋😭
I swear this is the most beautiful, yet devastating, description of Theo's relationship with his sister!
I need more!! (Pretty please, no pressure tho xd)
On nights that Theo finds himself awake in the backseat of his truck, sleep just out of reach, he sometimes finds himself wondering if he was always broken. He never really means to dwell on it, he just can’t stop his brain from continuously going back to it - to wondering if Tara's death had changed him, or if he was always doomed to be broken and it was just a matter of time.
Truth be told, while Theo has gaps in his memory throughout his time with the Dread Doctors, he remembers even less from the brief time before; he hates that the Dread Doctors took up half of his life so far and he can barely remember anything outside of his time with them. He only has a few fleeting memories left of Tara, not including the ones from the Skinwalkers Hell where her hands were sharp and cold, and his name sounded sour on her tongue.
He remembers when he first fell off his bike and she was the one to place a bandage on his knee, distracting him from the pain and the tears in his eyes with a fact that she had learnt that day from school. He remembers how she became obsessed with flowers seemingly out of the blue, collecting books and stickers on them, doodling them on every surface she could - much to their parents' dismay. He remembers how she ate ketchup with her eggs and how she was certain socks needed to be put on before pants.
Theo remembers how her eyes were always shining, how her hands were always warm.
Theo remembers how that changed, how he was the reason for that.
It's nights like these that have Theo acutely aware of Taras heart thumping in his chest, pumping his blood around, keeping him alive. That has him listening to the steady beating of it as he stares at the roof of his truck, grasping for some sort of connection to his sister.
#Tara my angel#i love this so much#please get back into writing OP I need more xd#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf#theo raeken#tara raeken#virtual bookshelf
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The Sims 3 Teen Style Stuff
The Sims 2 Teen Style Stuff converted to The Sims 3! This pack includes 43 items, 7 wallpapers, 4 floors and a collection file with a custom icon. This pack is base game compatible, please let me know if you're having any issues with it.
How to download:
There are 2 versions, please download only one!
Teen Style Stuff-Merged: Merged version.
Teen Style Stuff-Unmerged: Unmerged version, mix and match to your liking.
Download links:
[SFS] | [MTS]
Credits: EA / Maxis for the original meshes and textures. Special thanks: TS3CreatorCave discord server for all the help and tips and @virtual-hugs for testing the wardrobes and vanity table for me ❤ @xto3conversionsfinds @pis3update Polycount and CASTable channels under the cut.






















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Oh, just in passing: a couple of SPOCK'S WORLD notes
(from @magicalgirlcrazycatlady:
!!!!!!! AUDIOBOOK SPOCK'S WORLD!!!! EXISTS? READ BY THOSE TWO?????????
Yep. If you go over to, say, Ebay, you can usually find somebody selling the audiobook on cassette (and if you're very lucky, on CD).
It hasn't been reissued in decades, and I can't really be sure why. It may be that there are union-based (meaning SAG[-AFTRA]) issues with the way Nimoy and Takei were compensated for the original performances; so that if the audiobook was reissued in more modern media, the publisher would have to deal with the way union rules for such performances have changed. (Which might run into serious money.)
In any case, it's a shame it's not more readily available. Both of the gentlemen involved did a fabulous job. I've had the pleasure of telling George so, and I'm sad not to have been able to tell Nimoy the same. (sigh) Anyway, it was a pleasure and a privilege to be involved in the endeavor.
...Also, per @rightspocko:
#oh my god you did that in 2 weeks#and you rewrote it so quickly and it’s still superb!#i never would’ve guessed because it’s so well structured and well written
The rewrite went as well as it did (and frankly as well as it could have done, under the circumstances) because before I ever started work on that book, I'd written a comprehensive outline.
It's not widely understood, I think, that when you're writing for a big IP owner / licensor, it is impossible to sell them a new project without first writing an outline that makes plain what it'll contain. Pantsing—however much some writers may enjoy that mode of novel writing, however much some may feel it to be the superior mode—has no place in the licensed-universe sales process. No licensor is going to even agree in principle with your agent that you're going to be brought in to do an original novel, let alone write the contract to back up their intent, until you've submitted an outline that tells Corporate in considerable detail what they (and their stockholders) are going to be getting for their money.
In the case of Spock's World, this rule went double, perhaps triple—regardless of the success of my previous work for Trek and Pocket. Spock's World was going to be their very first ever hardcover Star Trek novel. The whole project was a gamble... and the corporate Powers that Be therefore needed to know exactly what I was going to be giving them. So I did what I usually do for a book of the projected length—an outline somewhere in the neighborhood of 20-25 single-spaced pages. (ETA: For the hell of it, I just spent half an hour or so digging around for it, and [at the virtual "bottom" of a storage hard drive] found the ancient .arc file in which it'd been packed away. The outline is dated March 3rd, 1988, and comes to about 22 single-spaced pages. ...Call it 8K words and change.)
The outline, as always, was the "road map" I'd drawn for where I was going, to avoid wasting time in possibly getting lost along the way. All the structural work and serious plotting was already complete in the outline... ready to have the prose racked up in it, as a bookshelf's built ready to house its books.
And that's why the result, despite the near-disaster, still looks okay. All I had to do* was write again what "lost material" I'd already written, with the outline to guide me, or prompt me, where my memory failed. To this day I feel strongly that the book was significantly better because of that second write-through, however enforced. So this whole process turned into kind of a blessing in disguise (despite my poor lower back's more or less constant screams of protest).
That outline was what saved my butt... as others would, in years to come, further down the line. Those interested in having their own butts saved when necessary, and their writing life generally made less stressy, can look over here and see the outlining "blueprint" I use. C. J. Cherryh put me onto it; and what Carolyn doesn't know about writing a well- and tightly-plotted SF novel, seriously doesn't matter.
...And now I'm going to go make some spaghetti sauce. :)
*"All I had to do." CAN I EVEN HEAR MYSELF. (helpless laughter) It was like climbing hand over hand out of hell. But at least I could always see the light at the top of the tunnel...
#Spock's World#writing for licensors#and oh yeah#outlining#facilis descensus Averno#sed revocare gradum#hic opus#hic labor est#:)
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Matt Rempe x reader and their domestic life (as fluffy as you can make it)
MORNING - M. REMPE
paring: Matt Rempe x reader
word count: 600
requested? yes
warnings: use of y/n.
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The morning sun painted the bedroom walls in soft hues of gold and amber as you stirred from your slumber, feeling the warmth of Matt's arms around you. His steady breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest indicated that he was still asleep. You smiled softly, relishing in the peacefulness of the moment before gently extricating yourself from his embrace.
Padding quietly to the kitchen, you set about preparing breakfast, the aroma of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee filling the air. Matt emerged from the bedroom, his hair tousled and a sleepy smile gracing his lips. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"Morning, love," he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.
"Morning, sleepyhead," you replied, leaning back into his embrace as you flipped pancakes on the griddle.
Breakfast passed in a blur of laughter and stolen kisses, the two of you enjoying each other's company before the demands of the day took hold. After cleaning up the kitchen, you decided to tackle a DIY project you'd been meaning to start for weeks.
Matt proved to be surprisingly handy with a hammer and nails, his tall frame towering over you as he worked on assembling the bookshelf you'd purchased. You teased him about his newfound skills, earning a playful swat on the arm in response.
Several hours later, the bookshelf stood proudly in the corner of the living room, filled with books and mementos that held special meaning to both of you. You stepped back to admire your handiwork, a satisfied smile spreading across your face.
"Looks good, huh?" Matt said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
"It looks perfect," you replied, leaning into his embrace. "Thank you for helping me."
"Anytime, babe," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
As the day progressed, you found yourselves engrossed in various activities, each moment becoming a cherished memory of your life together.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Matt suggested playing video games together. You chuckled at the competitive edge that always seemed to surface whenever gaming was involved. Sitting side by side on the couch, you navigated virtual worlds together, trading victories and defeats with good-natured banter. Whether you were battling side by side or facing off against each other, the laughter and camaraderie that filled the room made it a game worth playing.
After a heated round of gaming, you decided to take a break and venture into the kitchen to try out a new recipe together. Armed with an assortment of ingredients and a recipe pulled up on your phone, you embarked on a culinary adventure. Matt proved to be surprisingly adept with a chef's knife, his skilled hands slicing vegetables with ease as you worked together to create a delicious meal.
The kitchen was filled with laughter and the tantalizing aroma of spices as you chopped, stirred, and seasoned your way to culinary perfection. You stole playful kisses between stirring pots and tasting sauces, the warmth of the stove matching the warmth in your hearts as you shared this simple yet meaningful moment together.
Finally, the fruits of your labor were ready, and you set the table with care, the vibrant colors and enticing aromas of the meal a feast for the senses. Sitting down to eat, you savored each bite, relishing in the flavors and the shared experience of creating something beautiful together.
As the day drew to a close, you found yourselves curled up on the couch once more, a sense of contentment settling over you like a warm blanket. With his arm around you and your head resting on his chest, you watched the stars twinkle in the night sky outside the window, feeling grateful for the simple pleasures of life and the love that bound you together.

#hockey#nhl x reader#matt rempe fic#matt rempe imagine#matt rempe fluff#matt rempe x reader#matt rempe
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★ "I will never forget the way you screamed as I dug the bullet out of your chest."
★ Theo clenched his fists at the memory. Just the thought caused his inner wolf to whine.
★ He hoped Theo couldn't hear the silent 'please tell me you are' echoing in his head.
★ "This is definitely real." Came Theo's raspy reply.

That's Perfection ~
another thiam drabble! I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this because it honestly doesn't feel that good to me lol but enjoy <3
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The fire had finally burned down to nothing but red-hot embers. Liam sat perfectly still, eyes locked on the fading glow as if it was the only thing keeping him from breaking.
Soft snores filled the silence around him - the rest of his pack were fast asleep, wrapped in blankets peacefully as if they hadn't watched him almost die two nights ago.
His chest still ached. Even though he had long since healed, the burning in his lungs remained and the throbbing from the wolfsbane-laced bullet lingered. Physically, the scar where Theo had dug it out had vanished but somehow he could still feel the sting against his skin.
Liam couldn't sleep, not when a panic attack seemed to be waiting for him the second he closed his eyes. He had faced so much danger before but somehow this felt different.
Theo sat a few feet away, his eyes flickering to the younger beta every so often. He could sense the anxiety that Liam was obviously feeling - the sound of Liam's heartbeat was louder than everything else surrounding their campsite.
The last few days had been... intense. The McCall pack had been tracking a new group of hunters.
The Hunters - a reformed group descended from a once feared bloodline known as the Ashbournes - had resurfaced after decades of silence. They were relentless and far more brutal than anything they had faced before. They had no code and believed in full eradication of all supernatural beings.
Their motto was simple and cruel: "Extinction is the only cure."
And after their first run-in with the Ashbournes, the pack knew just how deeply they meant it.
Deaton had read about the Ashbournes in ancient texts and warned them that they were the most dangerous group of Hunters ever recorded. But nothing he said had prepared them for the bloodthirsty soldiers they faced.
The sound of a branch breaking brought Liam back to the present. His eyes flashed as he held his breath.
"Relax," Theo whispered, "it's just a raccoon."
Liam relaxed and turned to face Theo who was watching him softly.
"Can't sleep either?" Liam asked. He wasn't much for small talk but he needed a distraction.
"No, not really." He stood and moved closer to the younger wolf. He sat next to him, and silence settled between them again.
It was a while before either of them spoke, just enjoying the comfort sitting together brought them.
"You know," Theo's voice wavered as Liam met his eyes. "You were the last thing I thought about before I died."
Liam's eyes widened at the confession. But before he could speak, Theo continued. "All I could think bout was how I'd hurt you and damaged you forever. I didn't care about anything from before. I didn't care about power or revenge- I didn't even care that I was dying." He chuckled dryly.
Liam wasn't sure what to say so he was glad Theo continued to talk.
"I was so fucking worried about what would happen to you."
Theo shifted in his seat, eyes falling to the ground as he finished.
"Why are you telling me this?" He asked, not sure why the conversation had turned to this.
When Theo finally looked up his eyes were glossy.
"Because you almost died, Liam. Do you know what that was like? When I heard you scream out it was like everything around me vanished. I didn't care about the plan anymore. You were hurt and I had to find you." His voice cracked but he continued.
"When I saw you laying there, barely conscious and bleeding- I felt so afraid and I was willing to do anything to keep you alive. I will never forget the way you screamed as I dug the bullet out of your chest."
Theo clenched his fists at the memory. Just the thought caused his inner wolf to whine.
"I don't know why I'm saying all of this right now. I guess because the fear of almost losing you the other night made me realize just how much you mean to me. I- I think I've felt this for a while actually. Ever since you brought me back from hell I've felt myself caring more about you every day."
"Theo.." Liam had never seen the other boy so vulnerable before, so human. He knew Theo wasn't evil, at least not anymore. But hearing this side of him was still new and Liam was scared of saying the wrong thing. He didn't want Theo to shut down again.
"Fuck," Theo cleared his throat. "Please don't tell me I made things weird now." He tried to make a joke, tried to lighten the way things felt.
"No!" Liam blurted, a little louder than he'd meant to. He tried to steady his breathing.
"You didn't make anything weird, Theo. Just- are you sure?"
He hoped Theo couldn't hear the silent please tell me you are echoing in his head.
"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't feel this terrified."
Somehow during the conversation the two boys had moved closer. Liam was suddenly aware of how warm Theo's breath felt against his lips.
"And what exactly are you sure of?" Liam licked his lips and tried to breathe.
All the tension left his body as their lips met in what was the best kiss Liam had ever experienced. Their lips moved together perfectly as heat moved throughout them both.
Liam found his hands gripping the fabric of Theo's shirt, pulling him in as close as possible. Theo's hands moved up and rested against the other's neck, deepening the kiss. They stayed that way until the need for air was too strong.
Liam pulled back, his thoughts running wild as he gasped for air. He was scared to let go, tightening his grip on Theo's shirt and refusing to open his eyes.
"Theo," he whispered, "please tell me this is real?"
It took Theo way too long to answer, or at least it felt like it.
A soft kiss was pressed against his lips and Liam felt himself whine as the older boy pulled away.
"This is definitely real." Came Theo's raspy reply.
After everything that had happened within the past few days - the Ashbournes, the fighting and his near death experience - Liam finally felt alive again, no longer buried beneath his fear and anxiety.
He felt strong again. He finally felt whole because now he had Theo. And he knew that no matter what Theo would keep saving him. As many times as it took.
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When Deadpool doesn't ruin the moment (that much)

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Night had fallen over New York with its usual mix of distant sirens, flickering neon lights, and the faint smell of stale pretzels. Peter Parker sat at the edge of a rooftop, mask rolled up to his nose, exhaustion carved into every line of his face. Shoulders slumped. Suit scuffed. Eye bags so deep, even his mask couldn’t hide them.
“Trouble, Tiger?” came a voice from behind, just as a red-and-black figure dropped beside him with the grace of a cat on ADHD.
Peter sighed. “Hi, Wade.”
Deadpool plopped down next to him, pulling a cheese burrito from seemingly nowhere, holding it like a glass of fine wine.
“Did you know that 87% of superheroes suffer from chronic back tension?” he asked, in a voice straight out of an infomercial. “And the other 13% are probably lying.”
Peter didn’t answer. He just stared at the horizon like he expected the skyline to offer some sort of answer.
“C’mon, Spidey, talk to me. Aunt May mistook you for the DoorDash guy again? Doc Ock trying to launch an OnlyFans with his tentacles again?”
“I’m… tired,” Peter murmured. “Physically, mentally, emotionally. Like the universe wrung me out like a sponge and then threw me against a wall made of taxes.”
Wade sprang to his feet. “Then it’s the perfect time for what I call the Existential Reset Hug™! I saw it on YouTube. Or a documentary about bears. Doesn’t matter. Get up.”
Peter gave him a skeptical look.
“I’m not gonna kill you. Promise. Well… probably not.”
“Don’t hug me,” Peter protested, but without much conviction.
“Too late!”
Deadpool grabbed him in a surprisingly strong bear hug, wrapping him up like a Canadian teddy bear. Peter made a noise like a balloon deflating.
Crack. Crrrch. Pop!
Peter’s body sounded like a box of freshly opened cereal.
“Aaagh...” he groaned, a sound somewhere between pleasure and torture. “Wade…”
“Yes, my sweet radioactive empanada?”
Peter rested his forehead on Wade’s shoulder, defeated by the sudden rush of relief.
“Tighter.”
There was a pause. Deadpool blinked behind the mask.
“Come again?”
“I said squeeze. More.” Peter raised a limp hand and gestured toward his shoulder blades. “Right there. Where the spider-sense makes me vibrate with stress.”
Deadpool held back an excited squeal. “Awwww! This is just like when Hulk used me as a therapeutic punching bag!”
And he did. He leaned into it, resting his chin on Peter’s shoulder as the hug intensified, and the sounds of popping joints continued like they were reorganizing a bookshelf made of bones. Peter let out a long exhale, legs going soft like freshly boiled spaghetti.
“Holy Ben Parker… that was heavenly.”
“See? Deadpool: killer, lover, and chiropractor certified by the University of Life!”
“Don’t tell Logan I said this, but… you’re useful. Rarely. Occasionally. Maybe.”
“That’s the closest thing to ‘I love you’ you’ve ever said to me!” Deadpool trembled with joy. “I’m writing this in my diary. In glitter. With squid ink.”
Peter let him keep hugging for a few more seconds. For one night, it was okay. No one attacking them. No chaos. Just Deadpool, him, and a few suspiciously satisfying joint cracks.
It felt good. Really good.
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I am running to read this fanfic!!!
this is my ao3 page. first teen wolf story. a bit of thiam, a bit of trauma, lots of angst. hope you'll like it
Theo Raeken is used to pain. Theo Raeken is used to being cut open. Repeatedly. Excessively. So what could a chimera do to feel like home when he feels he's lost in foreign territory? He takes charge of his own pain. He becomes the hand that cuts. Naturally.
Cue Liam Dunbar, ready to help.
#Will be reading it asap!#I am so happy I already know that it will be so good#gonna love it for sure#teen wolf fanfiction#teen wolf#theo reaken#liam dunbar#virtual bookshelf
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