Wade: And we on š¶! Ask us anything and I MEAN everYTHING
Nate: Watch your mouth
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Hey guys! This was born after a bad š” at 1:00am blog is based mainly on the cinematic universe but you can still ask bout stuff from the comics have fun my lilā anons xx
((Hey guys! If youāve noticed, weāre not so active anymore. (Sorry about that, college is kicking both Modās asses.) But this blog on the other hand is open and willing to receive questions, so go ahead and give these rad looking guys an ask or two!))
// Sorry for no proper ask updates last week or today, college has effectively beat both Cappy and I up, Cappy drowning in school, I forgetting to bring my tablet with me on the first and only break of the semester, and I apologize. So instead, I hope you enjoy all these Cable doodles from my sketchbook. Asks should resume this Thursday. Have a good week yāall~ <3 //
Yay, I'm so glad the blog is back!! Welcome Sal!!!! ^^ So, does hydra bob exist in this universe? And if yes, does he behave like Wade's puppy here too? And how is he around Nate?
Bob: I know plenty enough about Mr. Summers from the news that I donāt even want to chance accidentally annoying him. He fought off the entire U.S. government with just his mind!!
[[ hello again. itās cappy. itās been a while, hasnāt it? 7 months flies by fast when your country is going to ruin Ā when real life decides to butt in.Ā
so whatās the deal? basically, danit and i had a falling out (think issue #30 of C&DP) and this blog got caught into the crossfire. i kind of lost my passion for tumblr and art for a while.Ā
but thatās changed! iāve brought on another collaborator, my close friend SalĀ @jackofalltrades-and-his-runaway, who graciously created that last promo for our official relaunch <:DĀ
some of you may know sal as the fucking best, and also a huge nate and cablepool nerd! sheās been fanning the flames to reignite my passion for this blog and like, weāre here now, wow. weāve got so much planned, including multiple comics and story arcs!!
so please accept my deepest apologies for the radio silence, and help me welcome sal by sending in some asks!Ā ]]
[[ theyāre feeling kind of burnt out on writing, and I didnāt want to over-burden them with stuff for this blog! theyāre still contributing stuff sometimes, when theyāre inspired, but not regularly like me! ]]
Has Weasel been able to visit, and if he has, was he able to get a look at the future-tech?
Wade: I donāt think I made the best case for him coming... But anyway, Weaselās not really into in tech that doesnāt kill people, look badass, or allow him to get out of sticky situations. Iām sure heād lose it over Nateās guns, but heās kind of protective of those.Ā
What does cable do if Wade is feeling sad and self conscious?
This fill is also for the person who asked,Ā āTo Nate- does Wade still get bad days, and how do you handle them?ā
The bad days still happen, but theyāve both come a long way from where they started. They know each other better now, and can get each other through it, and while Nateās instincts have a tendency to be pretty far from on-the-mark, sometimes he gets it right. Communication is key.
Continued under the cut.
Nate walked into the room and Wade was sitting on the bed. Nate could see him tracing fingers up and down his arms, over the bumpy skin, burn-smooth and always changing, and he knew, stopped in the door, that Wade absolutely was not really feeling as okay as heād been letting on. Nate had been seeing it for the last few days, in the raggedness on the edge of his mania, in how Wade pushed a little too far a little too often, and in the very real panic that glanced through his eyes when there were more people in the conference rooms. Nate had taken it for restlessness, for a sign of an impending three-day-long trip, a missing chopper, and a long list of places and administrative cover-ups when Wade inevitably returned, exhausted, drained, and not quite able to get the blood out from under his newly-cut fingernails. Nate caught those signs early. But this, this Nate should have seen.
He sat down next to Wade on the bed, far enough for Wade to feel comfortable in running, but close enough for him to feel the bed dip and know, Nate hoped, wherever he was in his memories, that he wasnāt alone.
Wade froze. He didnāt drop his hand like he would have at the beginning, pretend everything was fine before crossing every boundary he could think of in the hopes that Nate would leave him be. They had settled the disputes over boundaries far too late in hoarse shouting matches and boundaries laid down in steel, over fists and anger and things they could and had moved past. Wade knew he could just ask Nate to leave now, that Nate wouldnāt ask, wouldnāt stop, that Nate would trust him. Theyād finally worked it out. There were few boundaries Nate had, and many that Wade had that he didnāt want to acknowledge, but after all this time, now no longer cared to deny.
Giving him space was one of them. Donāt cage me in. Ever. I might run, but if you donāt cage meā¦ maybe, maybe I wonāt.
And Nate sat, and Wadeās hand didnāt fall.
It took a few minutes before Wadeās eyes blinked clear and his hands dropped into his lap. He swallowed hard, his fingertips tracing nonsense patterns over the backs of his hands. He made a few false starts before grinding his teeth, letting out a frustrated breath, and relaxing his shoulders.
āSomeone bumped into me last week. I didnāt even realizeā¦ that it was a thing for me, didnāt know it would set me off but-ā his eyes flashed, and Nate had to fight down his urge to reach out, āIāve got to get this under control, I canāt just fucking unravel-ā his voice broke, āevery time this happens, I canāt fu..cā¦king-ā He launched himself across the bed to Nate.
Grabbing the front of Nateās shirt in both hands, he hid his face as the sobs Nate knew he hated were wrenched from him one by one. A few months ago Nate might have flinched back, worried that Wade would be trying to kiss him, desperate as he was for a distraction from what Nate now knew was the unbearable noise in his head, but there was no apprehension in him now as Wade buried his face in his chest and sobbed.
Nate rested a hand on Wade's shoulders and, when Wade didn't shrug him off, crushed him into a hug. Wade grappled closer, and Nate held him for the long minutes until his sobs went hoarse and he slumped, his hands going restless along the tops of Nateās shoulders, After a second he scooted away, rubbing his eyes and staring sullenly at the bedspread. He looked absolutely wrecked and almost about to apologize, but Nate stopped him.
āYou are going to be okay, Wade,ā he said, then half-paused. He hadnāt expected to have gone this direction. There were a thousand other things he could say, clinical, calm things about the trauma that had formed this behavior, about the uniqueness of Wadeās brain, about his surety of his recovery, things that he knew backward and forwards, that they both knew, that had helped in the past. They both knew the facts. He'd started wrong, stepped into the quicksand of feelings he had for Wade, ones he had little idea how to categorize and even less idea how to navigate. He was going to mess it up- no, it was nothing, just a misstep, and he pressed on.
āYouāre going to be ok. Iām sure thatā¦ now, it looks likeā¦ everythingās a mess, that itās terrible, I knowĀ thatās how it feels, Iāve beenĀ there, you're not alone, your brain's not tricking you. It isĀ awful.ā He hadĀ been there, relapses and delusions and days when everything made his skin crawl because he hadnāt fucking known that was a trigger, he had had them. Forcing down the urge to grit his teeth, he made himself relax and shrugged helplessly.
āItās going to be ok. These things, they fucking suck, but this part, itās always the worst. And if this partās the worst, you can work with that, you can do this. In a few days, I can help you reevaluate, make sure it doesn't happen again, get you safe,ā he looked at Wade, āand make sure that you areĀ safe, that you stay/ safe, both because I want to and because thatās what we do for each other.ā Wade was staring at the far wall. āYouāre going through the worst of it right now and you are staying safeĀ and that is so importantĀ Wade, youāre doing the most important thing, and itās going to be ok.ā Nate stayed as he was, not reacting to the way Wadeās jaw was working or how his head was tilted back ever-so-slightly against returning tears. He couldn't tell if he'd fucked up, he could never tell if he'd fucked up, so he bit down on his desire to keep talking and fill the space, and waited.
Eventually, Wade cleared his throatĀ and dropped his head to stare at his hands. Wade didnāt look at him, but slowly, ever so slowly, reached out to grab Nate's hand. They sat like that for a long time, just the two of them, until Nate saw goosebumps prickle up and down Wade's arms and Wade nodded and let go, crossing the bedspread to get into bed. Nate went over to him but Wade stopped him.
āWait.ā Wade's throat was working, and even under the covers he had his arms wrapped around his knees. āi donāt think that today-ā and cut himself off. It was one of the days that theyād talked about. Nate smiled, nodded an incremental amount.
Standing up from the bed, he made his way over to the door. He met Wade's eyes, smiled, and switched off the light, going out the door to the study. Several times throughout the night he thought he felt Wade's eyes on him, but when Nate slipped into bed in the dead hours of the night, Wade was there; relaxed, asleep, breathing lightly, and not vanished into the night.
