#look I love putting my two weird gay mafia stories up together ok

[chaotic-aro-incarnate]

Nathaniel Wesninski & Vegas Theerapanyakul: A Guide on Ways to React to Your Mafia Uncle Killing Your Abusive Mafia Dad

The King's Men by Nora Sakavic & Kinnporsche: The Series (2022)

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Through the Window

Cable x femReader

Deadpool and Cable need to lie low for a while, so they choose rural Indiana. It just so happens that where they choose to set up shop is not too far from where you grew up, and old memories and emotions get stirred up. HELLA ANGST and then fluff. LOTS of mention of loss/death. About 2,000 words

Deadpool 2 spoilers

“Hey, guys, I have to take Mindy home. I’ll be back in, she says, like two hours. So probably more like 4.” You had poked your head through the archway into the living room, waving at Cable and Wade who were sitting on opposite ends of the room.

“I’m coming with you.”

Surprised, you raised your eyebrows at Cable who had spoken. “I mean. Ok, but we’re going to be singing loudly to a lot of weird music.”

Cable shrugged and stood, crossing the room to you. “I don’t care. I’m goin stir crazy in this dump.”

Wade gasped in mock offense, putting a hand to his chest. “How dare you. I work my ass off to make this place a shitshow. To call it a dump is just downright insulting to my efforts as a homemaker.”

Cable looked pointedly at you and you smiled, waving him along.

The three of you piled into your car, Cable in back, and you set off on your way. Due to your friend’s shitty navigation, it took you nearly two hours to get to her house despite it only having needed an hour, hour and a half tops. But you didn’t mind. You were having fun, talking to her, singing with her, making fun of Cable’s reactions to you both. You had been pointing out houses you liked along the way, as well as obligatorily pointing out every single herd of cattle or horses you saw. You had met your friend in her freshman year of college in DC, but it turns out you were both from the same small town in Indiana. You were ecstatic to have found a piece of home so far away and after so long. The two of you became close friends and eventual roommates in one of the dorms on campus before you had made friends with Dopinder, the lovable taxi driver. He had been taking you across town when DP called needing a ride. You had said it was fine, you didn’t mind sharing a taxi. As soon as Wade’s ass hit the seat, you were best friends. The two of you moved in together after Vanessa passed away so Al didn’t accidentally shoot herself trying to shoot him, and so Colossus wouldn’t lose his mind. Cable had ended up moving in after a while, too, something you very much didn’t mind. Cable was. Just. Fuck. Like. Oh my god. There just aren’t even words.

And then Wade decided to piss off one of the biggest, most widespread mafias in the entire United States and suddenly they needed to lie low. “I’ve got just the place,” you had said, and voila, rural ass Indiana. Nothing but corn and beans and cows for miles. Home.

“You missed the turnoff,” Mindy said.

You smirked and glanced at her, shaking your head. “Nope. I wanna go see my old house. I wanna see what they’ve built over it.”

Cable’s interest was mildly, very mildly, piqued, but he didn’t ask about it. He knew actually very little about you past beyond the basics—Indiana born and raised, mutant but self-trained, tense family life, come to DC for school. That’s really it. Truthfully, he was a little excited to see through this window into your life.

A few miles later, you turned onto a nicely paved road and began your tour. You started with the house of a childhood friend and crush who ended up being gay with a teenage-hood friend and crush, then moved on to the house of another friend, then the cemetery where you road your bike, and then finally your old land.

“Eight fucking years and they still haven’t built anything? What a load of shit.” You scoffed, pulling into the overgrown driveway. Cable narrowed his eyes in confusion, looking out the window at…well nothing. There were two garages, an old barn attached to a silo, and a storage barn, but other than that?

“What do you mean?” Mindy has asked.

“So. Eight years ago. I fucked up. And accidentally burnt my house down.”

“Fucking what?”

“It’s a long story but basically I tried to smoke a cigarette and fucked up and now my house is no more, aight? The people who bought it said they were going to build a new house for their kids. Eight years ago. And there’s still nothing. I mean, it’s kind of touching in a way because it still feels like mine, but jesus what’s the hold up?” You drove them through the rest of the driveway, telling them some stories about your childhood before you continued on your way to the town about a mile away. As you drove down the main street, you slowed down at a candle store and stared at it for a long minute before Cable watched you wipe a tear from your eyes.

“Was that your dad’s store?” Mindy asked. You nodded in response, and suddenly Cable understood. He knew your dad had passed away not long after your house burnt down. ‘The year of hell’ you call it. And he remembered you telling him that your father had owned a computer store, some dinky little place, but you loved it. He looked out the window at the candle store again before he silently reached out and touched your shoulder. You smiled slightly in your rearview at him and set off again. Mindy’s house wasn’t even 2 minutes away. You said your goodbyes and Cable moved up to the passenger seat and the two of you set off again. After learning about what all you’ve lost, Cable felt a little closer to you, not that he didn’t feel close before. In fact, if he were totally honest with himself, he downright liked you. Perhaps a little too much.

You took a different way out of town, more direct to get home, but you had pointed out a few more landmarks (the water tower, a park that “hasn’t changed one goddamn bit,” your gay crush’s old house, some train tracks you said the cops had yelled at you for walking on.) And after a while, you had begun to cry. Not blatantly, but Cable heard the cracking in your voice, saw you trying to hide your eye wipes. Quietly, he asked, “Are you alright?”

Your lip trembled and you gripped the wheel tightly, but nodded. “Yeah. It’s just. A lot of memories.” He nodded silently and looked ahead. After a few minutes of silence, you quietly admitted, “I miss my dad.”

He looked at you and his heart shattered. You had tears blatantly falling down your face now, one hand holding your head, the other gripping your wheel with all your strength. “I’m sure wherever he is, if he’s somewhere, he’s proud of you.”

You were silent another moment before you shook your head slightly. “I’m not so sure. I’ve made a lot of mistakes in the last eight years.”

Cable frowned. “But did you learn from them?”

You nodded slightly. “I like to think so.”

He looked forward, hands resting on his knees. “Then he’s proud.”

You pulled into the parking lot of a factory and got out of the car. The sun was setting ahead of you, and you pulled yourself onto the hood of your car, staring at it. Cable got out, too, and stood next to you. “It’s not just what I’ve done since… It’s what I did before.”

Cable looked at you, took in the orange light making your skin glow, lighting the trails of your tears, softening your hair. “What are you talking about?”

“My dad. Um. My dad died thinking I didn’t love him.” You sniffed hard, your voice quivering. “And, before you say he knew, really he didn’t.”

“Go on.”

“So. The night before he died. He asked if I wanted to go into the city to do laundry. I was 14. In my emo phase where parents suck all kinds of shitdick. I told him no. A few minutes later, he comes in and yells at me, which should have tipped me off because my dad never yelled.” You took your sunglasses off and wiped your eyes hard. “So I went, and I was pissed and being petulant. We went and threw our clothes in and then went and got Taco Bell, so I was like cool, Taco Bell. But still annoyed.” Cable pulled himself up on the hood to sit beside you. “And then we started driving around my old neighborhood, where I was born. And he was telling me stories, just random tidbits from my youth. Which was also weird. And then we went and got our clothes and started home.” You swallowed hard and your voice started shaking hard, holding back sobs. “He and my mom were getting a divorce. A while before they asked who I wanted to live with, and I had said my mom. So we’re leaving town that night and he goes, ‘When your mom and I get divorced, will you come see me?’” You choked out a sob and turned your hands into fists, teeth digging into her lip. Cable reached over and put his hand on your shoulder again. It took you a minute to calm down enough to continue. “And I didn’t fucking say anything. Not a goddamn fucking thing. So then he goes, ‘I bet you won’t.’ And I. Didn’t. Fucking. Say. Anything.” You were sobbing now, blatantly, choking your words out one by one. “I went to bed really late that night, but when I did he was still snoring in bed. We hadn’t talked since we left town. And then I woke up to my mom calling an ambulance and he was gone.”

Cable couldn’t handle it anymore. He reached over and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him. You turned and buried your head in his shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around his waist. He held you close, rocking ever so slightly, waiting for you to calm down. It took a while, the sun almost completely set over the horizon, but you whispered a small, “Thank you for listening,” into his shoulder, your grip around his waist slackened significantly.

He put his cheek on your head and rubbed your arm gently. “Doll, I would listen to you read the dictionary word by word, shit letter by letter if I thought it would help you feel better.”

You shook with a small laugh and you pulled back, smiling slightly up at him, eyes puffy and red. He smiled gently at you and brushed a bit of hair behind your ear and you turned your cheek into his palm, your hands moving to his wrist. Before you realized what you were doing, you had turned and pressed a kiss against his palm, and once you did realize, you slipped off the car, moving to head to the passenger side. Cable hesitated for the smallest fraction of a second before he slid off after you and gently caught your wrist. You turned towards him and let him pull you into him, your hands going to his chest, his to your shoulders. You both looked at each other for a moment, eyes flicking back and forth before you stretched up and ever so softly put your lips to his, ghosting your skin just barely against his. He moved to cup the back of your neck and leaned down into it, warmth and love radiating from his core. He pulled back after a moment and you smiled up at him. “Turns out I don’t need to read the dictionary after all.”

His smile widened and he kissed you again, this one long and passionate, almost leaving you breathless. You were interrupted by the ringing of a phone and you sighed, knowing it was probably Wade, being annoying. You stepped back from Cable and smiled, tossing the keys at him. “I’m too tired to drive.” He chuckled and stepped around to the driver’s side and you set off for home, holding hands the entire way.