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“Wade.” His voice is flat. He knows what he did and he’s only sorry because of this. The fall out. He’d told Wade in the beginning that his job guarding the timeline was important, that he was bad at relationships because of it. 

Nathan Summers will always choose his duty over anything else. He’s sorry that Wade had to find out the hard way.

He gazes at Wade’s face in the semi-dark of their apartment, eyes unwavering even as his lover refuses to look at him. He wants to touch, wants to make sure Wade’s alright. He knows, logically, that Wade can’t ever be truly hurt. He’ll heal. It doesn’t stop Nathan from wanting the little bit of reassurance. He’d never been overly affectionate in his life before he met Wade. Wade, who clung to him like velcro if he spent too long in the kitchen to get water.

“I’m sorry,” Nathan intones, trying to impart true regret. “I had a mission and I couldn’t bring you with me. It needed my attention right away and I came back as soon as I could. My job is important. You know that.”

#whattheactualass #main verse

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ask-alicelockwood​:

Alice keeps pace with him, just to his left and a half step behind so they don’t clog up the walkway, fingers dancing across her tablet as she notes down his instructions.

“I’ve got that steel grey Zac Posen,” she offers.  “If that doesn’t work for what you’ve got in mind, I’ve got the Elie Saab.  It might be a little glitzy next to the Versace, though,” she replies.  She already knows she’ll go with whatever Nathan decides, so that they can provide a united front for Providence.

She huffs and flicks to his calendar, the dinner gone in a blink.  “Twyla Ryerson.  I’ll send your regrets.”  Another flick and she’s got the info for the restaurant on the screen.  It’s new and hip, fully booked for the foreseeable, but Nathan is Nathan and she knows they’ll fall all over themselves to get him there when she calls.  “Should I arrange anything else?  Private dining room full of roses?  Plane tickets to that little island Remy always waxes poetic about?”

A pause.

“A showcase of Tiffany’s most tasteful men’s rings?”  It might be an overstep, but if it’s not going to happen yet, Alice firmly believes it will, regardless of what lingering reservations Nathan might have.  Wade is special and, in her opinion, it’s only a matter of time.

Her earpiece chimes, letting her know she’s got a call, but she ignores it as she takes the card from Nathan and gives him a look.  “If I say that the only gift I truly want is for you to delegate your other business a little more often, are you going to make a face?”

Outside his office, at her desk, her personal cell buzzes in the drawer, spewing out some God awful ringtone she doesn’t remember ever setting up.  Alice ignores that too, in favour of thumbing at the edge of Nathan’s card.  “Because I just don’t think another pair of Loubs is going to give me the peace of mind I’m looking for…”

“Wear the Saab. If people are looking at you, they won’t be looking at me,” Nathan replies.

He grunts and doesn’t deign to answer her tease about the rings. He and Wade have been together for two years this upcoming weekend and while he knows they’re in love, he’s not sure if now is the right time to get married. Wade still struggles with Nathan’s real business, sometimes. Nathan hides it well but there are some nights when he leaves the penthouse and Wade’s eyes are far too knowing.

Business after dark has nothing to do with Providence and everything to do with the criminal empire that Nathan Kingpins.

A muscle in the corner of his jaw twitches. Nathan sweeps into his office and goes around his desk to take a seat in his ergonomic chair. He wiggles his mouse to activate his computer screen and immediately clicks into his emails to begin sorting through the drivel. A lot of it goes through Alice before it gets to him but sometimes, rats slip through the cracks.

“He likes sweets. I’ll pay out my asshole to get a special dessert for him. He’d love something along the lines of those...” Nathan grunts again, “Chocolate sphere things that crack apart to have another dessert inside. Or anything that gets set on fire in front of him.”

Mismatched eyes, yellow and blue, flicker up when Alice makes her request. Nathan’s frown is deep and disapproving.

“Neena has her hands full lately.” 

He doesn’t like talking about that business at Providence. He knows that she knows.

“I don’t have anybody else in the roster that I can trust to lighten the load.”

#askalicelockwood #mafia au

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working on stuff and things………….. <3

#explicit cablepool

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SHIPPING INFO !! ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?:

Cablepool. Nate and Wade are like peanutbutter and bananas.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

Everything. Past, present, future. I love writing AU’s.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Nathan is 55 in most verses unless stated otherwise. I will not pair him with anybody under 30.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Very.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

Once the boner is up, it’s NSFW. (It does not take a lot to give Nate a boner if your initials are WWW)

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?:

I ship Cable with anybody he has chemistry with. I’ve shipped him with Loki, Stephen Strange, Reed Richards, Angeldust, and a rare and beautiful gem of an OC, Alice Lockwood. 

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Yes. I’m selective.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

Here’s the thing. My main is @whattheactualass and most of my time is dedicated to her and her Wade. I refuse to ship with any other Deadpools. Shipping with another character would need to happen with a lot of chemistry.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Yes.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Cablepool. (I also heavily fuck with SuperBat but that’s another story.)

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Rp with me regularly. Lmao which is hard to do unless ur Ally or Madz tbh. But I’m willing to make new friends and I’m trying to be active on tumblr again. :)

TAGGED BY: I saw it posted by dad @xmarksthescott . I tag anybody else who would like to do this!

#rp meme

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He walks briskly down the halls of Providence Corp to get to his office, a leather folio tucked under his right arm.

"I need my Versace suit pressed for that banquet thing on Wednesday, please. I need you matching me, so wear grey. And can you call, nhh. What's her face." Nathan pulls a scowl and pauses, using his robotic left hand to gesture at his own scarred visage. 

"The needlessly touchy, kissy one. The lady with the fucking perfume. Cancel that dinner and then I need reservations for the new restaurant in town. The fancy, ugh. Jesus Christ, what was it called? Le ...Moo? ...Le Vache! Le Vache for two for my anniversary with my hot nurse.”

They wind their way through the open-concept cubicles on the top floor of the building where Nathan’s closest and busiest handle the nitty-gritty and finally get to his glass-and-steel office, so modern and sleek that it’s practically nonstick.

Nathan reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, plucking a heavy and metal credit card from its folds. He holds it out for Alice to take.

“While you’re out, buy yourself a gift from me.” His grin is small and tight. His nighttime activities have been catching up to him lately and Nathan looks tired. He always looks tired. A curl of greying hair falls over his forehead. “For being the best. Thanks, Alice.”

#askalicelockwood #mafia au

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“Miss me?”

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Aesthetic for Wade Wilson who was in love with Nathan Summers (but they were both bastards about it) for anonymous

-Mod Nightwing

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#explicit cablepool #Tiddies

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Marvel Comics #1000 - “A History of Scars” (2019)

written by Jeff Lemire art by Jeff Lemire & Jose Villarrubia

#behold the messiah #Verse 616 #((god i hate when they give him such a bad receding hairline))

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It still hurts Nate.

#explicit cablepool

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((it's sinday and I wanna write filth but I'm at work sobs))

#mun stuff

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PROMPT: TK - AU : Nate seeing Wade for the first time out of the white room post suit/testing.

Nathan hates the facility where he’s had to keep Wade for the past ten years. It’s government owned and run special for Time Bureau employees. There are a lot of Time Keepers in there who are past their prime. Before the tech was perfected, slipping in and out of the stream affected a person’s body chemistry. Things might not work right anymore, the brain could get fried. A lot of variables that ended up in a person who needed round the clock care by professionals.

Nate thought that Wade would live there for the rest of their lives. He was the youngest Time Keeper to be retired there and likely the most dangerous. Wade is personally responsible for a new waiver that had to be signed stating the full dangers of the job, up to and including death. Nate would be proud if it wasn’t sad.

When Alice found out about Wade, about what she could do, Nathan was angry. Nobody was supposed to know about his biggest weak spot. How dare she dig into his personal history and uncover the accident that took his partner away from him? That changed his life? Nathan refused to look at her schematics for a tachyon field because he didn’t think it was possible. To let Wade out of the soft room… He had given up the dream a very long time ago.

If Alice Lockwood was good at anything other than thievery, it was being a stubborn little pain in Nathan’s ass.

She makes the suit with full approval by Director Hill and help from Fitz and Simmons themselves. She does it legally, does it right. Nathan’s still mad when she flicks over stats to his array but it isn’t until Fitz quietly tells him that he thinks it could be a way for TK Wilson to rejoin the fold of society that Nathan begrudgingly agrees to let Wade try it on.

He’s there to supervise Alice and Fitz get Wade into the suit. It’s full body. It has to be or the broken field will send Wade spiraling back into a mental siesta. But he stays in Wade’s line of sight as they pull the mask over his handsome face. Those blood-shot puppy dog eyes that don’t waver from Nate’s own.

The field holds at 100% and they open the door to let Wade out.

The first thing Nathan does is bring Wade outside for a walk. Wade hasn’t been outside in over a decade and so it makes his throat tight to watch him squat down and press a gloved hand over a small patch of real grass. Turn back and focus the whites of the mask on Nate to make sure he’s watching. 

Nate gives a grin. “Let’s take a little walk, sweetheart,” he suggests, moving closer and holding out a hand for Wade to take. “Stretch those legs of yours.”

Wade takes his hand and gets up. Laces their fingers as they begin to take a turn around the fenced-in yard. They manage four laps before Wade announces that he’s tired and Nate escorts him back inside to report to Alice and Fitz.

As Wade jabbers to the two of them about how he feels, Nathan leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.

For the first time in a very long time, he thinks he just might be able to hope again.

#whattheactualass #askalicelockwood #((time keeper au))

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Wade doesn't just /sit/ in the office of Providence's el presidente, but rather always seems to find his place on the desk or, better yet, digging through drawers as if he'd find dirt on the bigger man. "I'm still waiting on my pop figure," as soon as the door opens. No concern for the various fancy pens out on the table top. "Did you know you have /zero/ fuckin' crayons in this place?"

Sometimes, Nathan regrets giving Wade access to his floating utopia. Wade can zap to anywhere on the island with the little belt he “borrowed” from Taskmaster, including Nathan’s private office. Nathan has nothing to hide. He truly doesn’t.

But he does get slightly annoyed that Wade rummages through his things. It’s not even the act itself. It’s that Wade leaves a mess like a red tornado. Once, he left Cheeto-prints on some of Nathan’s very nice and prestigious awards and a whoopie cushion on his chair.

He opens the door and is not at all surprised to see Wade going through his drawers again. He closes the door behind himself quietly, expression mild.

“Use a pen like an adult,” he replies, approaching his own desk. He sits on the opposite side in a small, ergonomic chair made of reclaimed wood and recycled fabric. Nathan crosses his ankle over his knee and lounges back, resting his head on a techno-organic fist as he watches Wade dig. 

“This is my office and we are past the days where I’d keep crayons in my pouches for you. You have your own pouches.”

#whattheactualass #((king of providence au))