I really want Cable to somehow come back and find out about Wade's crazy mission to off himself and obvs this upsets him a lot and he tries to get through to Wade that he loves him. Make me cry, anon. And some sex would be fantastic but I'm mostly in this for the emotional *feels*
Nate/Wade goodness please, oh fic deities of anon-dom. Very posessive Nate and Wade who doesn't mind one bit until it starts to get ridiculous. Smut is a bonus, but really all I want is lots of touching between the two. Angst/humor/fluff? - doesn't matter, it's all good.
Working on this! I'm worried it might be a little bit different than what you want. But there's a very jealous Nate in it. I'll try to get it posted later today.
I'm terribly ashamed that I haven't posted yet. I was hit with the 'is my writing good enough?' insecurity, and then crashed and burned. If anyone fills this in the meantime, I will not be offended. I will still leave this on my guilty conscience to get it done, though.
No guilty conscience required, writerly anon! We're often our own worst critics, believe me - I can't stand to look at most of my fic at times because I only see the bad. Bah.
Regardless - would still love to see any fills for this if you're so inclined, but angst (well yours at least) is absolutely not needed, promise. :D
I want Wade in a dress, just because. Maybe the maid outfit again, or author's choice. Something that makes him feel pretty. And Nate sees him in it and realizes he likes it... a lot. *g*
Nathan could hear the singing from the corridor leading to Deadpool's room in Providence from what seemed like miles away. It was getting louder by the minute, and unfortunately the louder it got, the less in tune it remained.
'...pretty and witty and HEY!' Wade scowled as Nate entered the room unannounced. 'What do you think you're doing, sneaking up on a man in his private chambers slash boudoir?'
'The door was half open,' Nate shrugged, 'and I was curious about-' His voice trailed off mid-sentence as he took in the scene before him.
Wade was wearing a dress.
Nate blinked and looked again. Yup. Definitely still wearing a dress over his usual costume. A pink cocktail dress with black polka dots, to be more precise. A pink polka dotty dress that somehow managed to dip in and hug all the right places. How did Wade even have all the right places? Most importantly, how had Nate not noticed just how firm and shapely Wade's thighs were
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I am working on this. Because I died a little bit on the inside when I saw that tumblr. Thank you for showing it to me. In return, I will attempt fic for you.
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Pretty plz I need this so bad.
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Eeeexcellent.
'Fraid you will have to wait a wee bit though as I'm away for a week, but hold fast, True Believer! It's already started and will be written. :)
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*angst*
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Regardless - would still love to see any fills for this if you're so inclined, but angst (well yours at least) is absolutely not needed, promise. :D
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'King for a Day'
'….feel pretty, oh so pretty!'
Nathan could hear the singing from the corridor leading to Deadpool's room in Providence from what seemed like miles away. It was getting louder by the minute, and unfortunately the louder it got, the less in tune it remained.
'...pretty and witty and HEY!' Wade scowled as Nate entered the room unannounced. 'What do you think you're doing, sneaking up on a man in his private chambers slash boudoir?'
'The door was half open,' Nate shrugged, 'and I was curious about-' His voice trailed off mid-sentence as he took in the scene before him.
Wade was wearing a dress.
Nate blinked and looked again. Yup. Definitely still wearing a dress over his usual costume. A pink cocktail dress with black polka dots, to be more precise. A pink polka dotty dress that somehow managed to dip in and hug all the right places. How did Wade even have all the right places? Most importantly, how had Nate not noticed just how firm and shapely Wade's thighs were ( ... )
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Sparring gets them hot and bothered.
Gun play, knife play, cutting.
No anal please.
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Of Arrows and Duct Tape
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