mouthy_merc | Entries tagged with nate

So, yesterday Deadpool had some funny grey spots. Which, you know, easy to write off as a coloring error. It happens all the time! Like that thing with the Hulk that he's green because the inkers were freakin' laaaaazy.

But now it had spread to more grey spots. Which probably meant something was wrong. Since he had that kooky healing factor and all.

This meant he was going to do the completely reasonable thing and perch on the end of the couch to eat cereal from the box and watch bad television as he waited for Nate to be done getting Jan all cleaned and dressed.

Seriously, how did that kid manage to get dirty while sleeping? It was a secondary mutation. Had to be.

[[For that guy who is more than basic television]]

When Wade woke up this morning, he hadn't been exactly expecting a number of things. First and foremost being the small ginger girl sitting at the end of the super large bed, staring at him. So, he did the reasonable thing and stared back.

"I'm hungry," the girl announced.

This could only end badly for the kitchen.

[[For the other guy in bed!]]

So, Nate was still a dog. Which made for awkward conversations about walkies. And good ones about selling Nate's things on E-Bay when he got all Nate-ish at him.

Sucks to be a dog!

"So, you're still all furry," Deadpool said, taking a sip of his delicious coffee. "I gotta say, not into that kinda thing. I mean, sure, Wolvie may have his charms when played by that hunky Aussie, but this is a biiiit much."

[[For the doggy in the window]]

Nodding off during CNN wasn't reeeaally new with Deadpool. Not in the slightest. Because, well, it was boring. Maybe if they were watchin' something fun like Fox News and drinking every time someone mentioned socialism or Nazis...

Oh, Glenn Beck. Cry moar.

But when he had a weird dream about waking up with Vanessa, that was where he was almost sure this was a set up for some kooky flashback issue. Or an attempt to rehash old trauma for fun and profit.

God damn you, Dan Way. Damn you to hell and back again!

So, upon waking to the soothing tones of the Daily Show, it was understandable that he was just a wee bit frowny at this.

[For that guy]

After spending some nice, quality time alone in the woods, Deadpool had decided it was time to come on back to Nate's place. And, you know, check in on stuff.

And things.

Which seemed to mean sneaking in like a ninja. As ya do.

[[For that guy. Apartment modded because I can. I CAN]]

There were some perks to waking up as a seven year old. Boundless energy, super stealth capabilities, water guns suddenly held an interest...

But that also meant he was too short to reach the best cereal. Yes, even if he climbed up on the counter top.

So, there he was. Poking at the idiot in bed to get him up. "I'm huuuungry."

[[For that guy!]]

So, it was snowing.

Hells to the yeah. That meant a snow day from going out and doin' crap like shopping or--shopping. Look, Deadpool really didn't like shopping.

This now meant that Nate wasn't gonna be goin' to work either. Instead he was being used like a pillow slash personal heater on the couch. He was going to enjoy the damn snuggling and take it like a man, okay?

"Just lay back and think of Providence," Deadpool suggested, settling for the fiftieth show on home improvement of the morning.

[[For that guy who is modded there.]]

Hey, someone was still sleeping off that radio and then the ~~handwaved~~ trip to get pizza and bowling afterwards. Don't judge him for staying in bed so long, man. It was perfectly normal.

And warm.

And--oooo! Pillow stealing!

[[For that guy]]

It was a pretty normal Saturday morning, even if Deadpool was only over that night so he could mock Nate in the morning for being all antsy about teaching his mom.

Seriously, the Summers family was just so messed up.

But that would be when he was more conscious. Right now he just turned into Nate and wrapped an arm around his waist. Odd thing, though, was it felt like someone was doing that to him. Two someones.

Oh, naughty dreams.

[[For that guy and... swords]]

After having a very busy day yesterday with being pretty--oh so pretty--Deadpool had been very glad to flop over and sleep. In someone else's bed.

Details, details.

It's not like Nate took up the whole thing. Most of the time.

Shut up, he could cling in order to find a spot to sleep. "Nate? I think I'm still pretty," He said in lieu of a good morning.

[[For the person in beeed

...and going NWS. LA.]]

Deadpool was in his office, being... Vice Principaly. Or something.

He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.

It was starting to be a habit here, people.

[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]

There was a partizzle in this nizzle.

Fo shizzle.

"I really need to stop watching MTV Cribs," Deadpool remarked to a small child, a lemming, and two pets. Because, really, it needed to be said.

But there was a TV ready, booze of various kinds and the kind of snacks the girls on the show would die to have if it didn't make them gain weight. Mmmm. Deep fried.

[[Open party is open!]]

After some bad TV--Oh, how Deadpool did love that mid-season replacement show with the space cowboy--he made good on his promise to come to Nate's.

Kinda.

He was mostly just glaring at the door to the apartment as if that would be telling him just what to do now. So far, it was a crappy conversationalist.

"I knew I shoulda stuck with a plant."

After getting back into town long enough for sleep and sobering up, Deadpool found himself dragged right back out again. To 'talk' to people with Nate.

This whole 'relationship' thingy sucked. He wanted coffee. And alcohol. And for the stewardess to stop eying him like a rabid person for getting annoyed the fifth time she leaned her chest into Nate's face. So maybe threatening to rip her arm off and beat her to death with it hadn't quite been the most diplomatic thing to do, but it felt good at the time.

And to top it all off? The in-flight movie was that stupid Werewolves Vs. Vampires 3: Extra Gory.

SIGH.

At least he got to watch bad CGI and point out to Nate where they got anatomy wrong.

[[NFB, NFI, estaaaablishy]]

Deadpool had a mission. A mission that didn't involve black suits, fedoras and sunglasses, nor blues.

...maybe next time.

He was on a mission to get some damn sex. So there he was, waiting around in Nate's bed--grenade free and weapons all carefully put away--and getting bored. Where the hell was a know it all mutant messiah when you need them?

[[For the only guy there.]]

Now that he'd taken enough showers to wash away the emo from the weekend, Deadpool was ready to get back into the swing of things. With TV.

Ah, the life giving all mother that was TV.

"Hey, maybe you should get an HD TV so we can watch people look like they're actually in the room!"

[[For that guy]]

When Deadpool woke up this morning, he was greeted to Tether's expectant look for food. Which was... new. But not too strange.

And no Nate.

It was a moment later that the entire weekend came back to him.

"I WAS SCOTT SUMMERS?!" This was probably audible to people a block away, so much was his disgust and horror. There would never be enough therapy in the world to black that out.

[[For that other Summers]]

There was a lot of snow and now power. Deadpool was so not about to go out in that. So what he did do was go for a nice bodyslide on over.

No work and hopefully Nate would have food that wasn't made from goat milk.

Or eggs.

"Luuuucy, I'm hoo~ooome!"

Upon waking up in Nate's bed, Deadpool realized two very important things.

One was that they hadn't actually gotten to the pizzas last night and he was freaking starving here. Sure the sex was nice and all, but food!

The other thing he realized was that Nate was a sprawler. And had his arm pinned to the bed. If only he could gnaw it off in order to get food...

[[For that one guy who is being likened unto a beartrap]]

Deadpool had a turkey dinner. Okay, so it was kinda cold and he bought it at the store, but it was there nonetheless. What? Nate needed to get with the now and celebrate holidays like normal folks.

Juggling the plate of food and a pie, he kicked at the door for someone to open it already, god damn it.