2 Works in Comic: Deadpool & Cable Modern Era Epic Collection: Ballistic Bromance (2024)
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i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (and now i waste it dreaming of you) by NotesAppWitch
Fandoms: Cable and Deadpool (Comics), Deadpool (Marvel Comics), Cable (Marvel Comics)
20 Jul 2025
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“For you, a compliment is almost as rare as a joke,” Wade says, grateful that his mask lets him bask in Nate’s heavy gaze without betraying his reaction, which is getting increasingly more turned on by the second. “Thank you for recognizing the quality of my work, sir.”
Any attempt Nate makes to school his expression is betrayed by one sharp intake of breath. His brow twitches as he tries to decide on what to say, a few infinite seconds passing before he drops his voice and says, “What do you think is going to happen, Wade? That I‘m going to fuck you in the stairwell of a crumbling building?”
“Whoa, tiger,” Wade says, hooking his fingers in Nate’s belt and hauling him closer. “You said that, not me.”
Nate lets himself be moved insomuch as he uses the momentum to crush Wade into the wall. It means his voice is hot on Wade’s ear when he says, “You’re awfully desperate. I thought you were the one who said the other night wouldn’t change anything.”
“Yeah, but I meant like, to them–” he gestures to his side with a vague flap of his hand. “Out there. What, do you not think you can handle fucking me without getting attached?”
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- Part 2 of circa 2004
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sleeping in and sleeping for the wrong team by NotesAppWitch
Fandoms: Cable and Deadpool (Comics), Deadpool (Marvel Comics), Cable (Marvel Comics)
28 Apr 2025
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Wade has to give Cable credit where credit is due; when you collect the world's greatest minds in one place and give them a relative utopia, they were able to engineer some great drugs.
And the best part, and this was really where the credit was due for Cable specifically, the mutant messiah himself didn’t care. If he partook, he did so quietly, and no one ever got to see that, not that Wade cared one way or another— although it would be something to see Stick-up-his-ass-Summers the Second out of his mind and blissed out on the trip of his life— but at least Nate didn’t close any of the clubs, he didn’t investigate any of the labs, and he didn’t stop anyone from partaking.
Wade’s favorite spot to score said drugs was a sleazy club that, through abundant resources, managed to have everything clubs didn’t have in real life. There was always something that ruined a real life club: sticky floors or overpriced drinks or a bad DJ or general gentrification of the attending crowd. And of course, no drugs. Real clubs didn’t have drugs on the menu right alongside a semi-reasonably priced cocktail. Sex on the Grav-Pad, Floating Island Iced Tea, 1 oz of Number Nineteen.
Series
- Part 1 of circa 2004