Kakashi: [sees You And Obito Hanging Out] Whats Up?

Kakashi: [sees you and Obito hanging out] Whats up?

Obito: I'm bonding with your datefriend. I like them. We're plotting your demise.

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Don't Worry About Me

La Alberca Muerta. AKA, Deadpool

Based on the movies and canon really, doesn’t follow the exact order of the movie tho. FINALLY made a sad fic.

Decided to make the reader Wade’s sibling, like 3 years younger than him. Reader is still gender neutral. No powers. To make it simpler:

Wade is 28-30, (Y/N) is 25-27

Summary: Your brother Wade always told you not to worry about him.

pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Sibling!Reader

warning(s): Angst, cursing, mentions of abuse/physical & mental illness/ and attempted suicide in detail/and overall death, spoilers I guess??? READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

word count: 2.0k

It hurt to see him struggle.

He was never someone who had it easy and was given a lot of struggles. Your childhood never had any proper parental figures to guide you through stuff like this, and having an abusive father didn’t help either. Back then, Wade had to be the protector, to ensure your safety as much as possible. There was always one thing he would tell you: “Don’t worry about me, (Y/N).”

Easier said than done.

You felt so happy when you met Vanessa. Knowing that there was someone else—besides you—who realized what an amazing person he is, and how much of a fighter and go-getter he is. It made you happy to know that Wade was able to find someone who he could give his heart to and settle down with.

“Alright, so…(Y/N), this is Vanessa.” You smiled at her before reaching out to shake her hand. She smiled back at you, “I take it you're the amazing sibling Wade’s talked about?” You gave an ‘aw’ and looked over at your brother, “You talk about me? That’s so adorable yet awkward at the same time!” Wade rolled his eyes.

“Well I usually talk about you when I run out of monologue to say. And there’s no way in hell I’m making weather talk.”

“So I’m just your plan b?” you retorted back at him.

“Pretty much! Except I don’t need to pay 13 dollars for a pill.”

“Gross!” you laughed out while slapping his arms. Vanessa looked at the scene. It was adorable. Having watched Wade interact with you made her think he’d be a great father.

Before you and Wade began a slapping war, there was a knock at the front door. You all turned to look at it.

“Who could that be?”

“Looks like dinner’s ready.” Vanessa said, walking away from the ‘living room’. You looked over at Wade, “That my cue to leave? Cause I don’t wanna be a bother…” Your brother wrapped an arm over your shoulder. “Nope, this is your cue to stay and enjoy the Chinese takeout.”

Seemed like things were going great for your brother.

Unfortunately, cancer’s a bitch. Fuck cancer.

When Wade called you over the phone, you knew it had to be something serious. He was a texter, not a caller.

When he called you and told you he had cancer, you headed over to his and Vanessa’s place ASAP. Vanessa explained to you what the doctors had told them, and what the treatment options were. You looked over at your brother. He was in a daze, sitting on the couch. You’ve never seen him like that before. You were hesitant when you got up from the chair Vanessa offered you and sat down next to Wade.

You slowly grabbed his hand and squeezed. He finally broke from his shock and looked over at you. Your eyes began to tear up when you began, “Wade…I can’t even imagine how you feel right now. But, please understand that I wanna help you get through this as much as I possibly can…”

Wade smiled at you, “Thanks.”

“If there is in anyway I can try to help either of you guys right now—”

“Don’t worry about me, (Y/N). I’m ok for now.” You knew that meant that he was kindly telling you that he didn’t want to talk about it right now. To drop it, at least for now.

He told you the same thing when he found out about some guy who offered to cure Wade. You didn’t see or hear from him within a year, only the doctors who claimed he had died, then were left to grieve over his supposed, deceased absence with Vanessa.

It was then a certain day where he decided to make his appearance known. You had gotten close with your brother’s widowed girlfriend as time passed by. You had eventually both had a weekly hang out routine with one another as you both began to see each other as the only family left. One day, she hadn’t answered your texts nor calls in over 3 days, which led to you searching for her at her job.

You freaked out even more when you couldn’t find her there either. Heading towards the apartment her and Wade used to share together, you worried over what could've happened to her.

Heading towards the complex, you felt uncomfortable when you noticed someone was following you. After a couple more blocks, you realized this person was most likely after something of you, or after you in general, shifting towards an alleyway, you stopped to see if the person would walk by.

When they entered the same alleyway you had prepared your fist and threw a sharp jab at the perpetrator's face. They shouted, clutching at their now dislocated jaw.

“Fucking shit balls!” The hooded figure yelled. You recognized that voice. Without hesitation you yanked the hood off. The person looked at you whilst you looked back in shock and despair.

“...Wade?” It felt like seeing some kind of ghost almost.

Your older brother sighed in defeat as he sheepishly shrugged. “Hi…”

Angrily, you began slapping and pushing at his chest as tears fell from your cheeks. “What. The. Fuck! Where have you been?! I fucking thought you were dead! You just decided to go motherfucking AWOL!” Wade stayed and took your beatings, “Why the fuck didn’t you call me or Vanessa?! Do you not care anymore?! Do you not understand how worried and how—”

You let out a loud sob, hits slowing down and going weak against his chest, “—fucking miserable we have fucking been? Do you not understand how scared I was when you left for treatment without even telling me? What even fucking happened to you?! What kind of treatment leaves you looking like that?! Wade what did you—”

Your brother grabbed both your hands, hugging you close to his chest. “I promise you I will literally explain everything. Don’t worry about me, (Y/N). But right now, I need you to help me find Vanessa.”

“Find Vanessa?” You looked up at him, snot beginning to drip from your nose. He nodded as he wiped it away with his sleeve. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of her for a couple of days.” you hiccupped.

Thus began the search for Vanessa and Ajax, leading you to meet the X-Men. Or at least a couple of them. NegaSonic Teenage Warhead seemed cool and a bit scary. Overall she was a teenager, nothing scarier than that. Colossus reminded you of a dilf, in a non-weird-sort-of-way. Overall, they seemed pretty nice—Colossus was more than friendly when you two met. You promised him a date later on.

When all the chaos was over, you ran ahead to check on your brother, despite the two X-Men’s protest. “Wa—D-Deadpool!” you didn’t know if he really cared about his secret identity or not. Regardless, you were able to make out him and, thankfully, Vanessa alive and standing. They were…making out.

You shook away your look of disgust and sprinted towards them, “Wade!”

Your brother looked away from his girlfriend, “(Y/N)!” He ran and engulfed you in a hug, spinning you around for extra measure. “You ok?” he looked you over, relieved to find no actual injury. You nodded and gestured to him, “I should be asking you that! I mean, I saw you get shot! Hell, even thrown around! It looks like you got a nasty cut o your side! You sure—”

“Woah woah woah, calm down I’m fine!” your brother said, cupping the sides of your head, “Don't worry about me, (Y/N).”

Things settled down for a bit afterwards.

Perfectly fine by you, Wade deserved it anyways.

He didn't deserve this. Neither did Vanessa.

You were shocked when you got a call one night and saw it was from Wade. Shakily, you got up from your bed, still in pajamas and putting on your sneakers. Bringing the phone towards your ear, you called him back, “Yes? Hello? Wade?”

It was quiet for a few seconds before he answered, “Vanessa’s dead.” he whimpered out over the line.

Oh my god.

“O-oh Wade…I-I’ll be there in a sec…c-call the police.” What the fuck were you gonna do exactly? You didn’t really know. Arriving at your car, you gripped at the steering wheel, tears falling from your cheeks. Silently sobbing, you leaned against the window, rubbing your forehead. Why? you asked yourself. Why her?

By the time you arrived, Wade was no longer there, all that was left was the police and ambulance.

Piotr was the one who called you and explained everything.

He told you about how your brother had disappeared a few weeks after Vanessa’s passing, he ended up in jail, and ended up saving a child somehow—something super powers related so you weren't gonna go too into detail—and he had refused to join the X-Men once again after he offered your brother again.

Apparently now he was living in some new apartment.

After thanking Colossus for the directions—and promising him another date—you headed towards…Wade’s new place?

Reaching the new complex, it looked worse than what you had. Prices in New York were already outrageous; you could only imagine how much he was paying for the pile of shit. You headed upstairs and followed the numbers on the walls.

“Let’s see…Piotr said 14D…” you mumbled while eyeing the rooms. There was a mix between loud orgy noises and yelling in general. You didn’t even begin to wonder what the stains on the walls or ceilings could be. It was bad. Very bad.

Reaching a door with a ‘14D’ taped to it, you gave a hesitant knock.

After three more tries, someone answered. “Who the fuck—” Your brother eye’s widened through the mask as he recognized it was you. “(Y/N)...”

You pushed passed him and made your way inside. “What are you doing here?” Wade asked, lazily closing the door behind him. Turning to face your brother, your eyes narrowed, “Why didn’t you bother to tell me everything that happened after…”

“After I killed Vanessa?”

You gasped and shook your head, “What do you mean—”

“I’m the one who killed her…fucking someone found out she was my girlfriend…crossed the wrong guy ‘pparently…next thing I know…someone fucking kill her…” he spoke with a slur. He sounded tired, drunk even, if that was still possible after he got his powers. “...she died…because of me…now I've just been here…tryin’ to kill myself…”

“Wade…n-no! You know damn well she wouldn’t want this! Why are you trying to end yourself?” you asked, slowly walking up to him. You reached out for a hug. He angrily pushed you away.

“SO I CAN FUCKING BE WITH HER!! DON’T YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT IT’S ALL MY FUCKING FAULT?!”

You didn’t speak up, allowing him to continue. He huffed even harder when you didn’t say anything back.

“Don’t you fucking get it?! You’re so fucking stupid! I left without leaving because look at what happened to the one girl I fucking loved?! She got killed! All because she knew me!! And y’know what's even more fuckin’ entertaining?” He grabbed a gun from the counter. You gasped, “Wade don’t—”

A shot rang through the room.

You looked horrified when he pulled the aimed gun away from his head. Blood and pieces of chunky flesh now on the side of his face, hanging on by some pieces that were still attached to his head and skull overall.

Wade sighed and let out small sobs as he put the gun back, looking at you.

“No matter how many fucking times I try…I can’t die. I can’t be with her. Even through death…”

Your brother walked past the counter and over to the kitchen, where he had towels and a medical kit. Regaining your shock back, and ignoring the fact that you're probably traumatized now, you slowly walked towards him.

“...Wade…please, you can’t do this…y’know Vanessa wouldn’t like this. How would she feel. H-How do you think I feel?” you asked shakily.

Finishing bandaging the parts of his skull he just blasted off, he looked over at you in defeat. “...Don’t worry about me, (Y/N).”

“But Wade—”

“Please…fuckin’ leave.”

“W-Wade…” You almost fell when he pushed you out the door, slamming it shut.

Ughhh idk man its 2:00 AM I'm sorry if its shitty. Happy New Year tho! Still sick sadly.

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sqwishywrites34

2 years ago

Stay Away From My Son

A/N: Being the longtime lover of Criminal Minds I am,, I’m making a full fic from a TikTok scene I made lol I had this whole big scenario in mind for it so I decided I’d expand on it here. Have some Team Dad!Hotch and Team Son/Little Brother!Spencer

disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it’s characters, they belong to Jeff Davis

Characters: Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jereau, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Original Male Character(s)

WARNINGS: groping, grinding, spicy content(not smut)(lime? maybe?), weapons, swearing, probably bad writing, attempted present tense(not what I’m used to but I’ll try ;-;)

As much as Hotch didn’t like- no, detested sending one of his own into danger without proper protection, it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t even send Reid in there with a gun, he’ll have to rely on the younger’s acting skills to keep him safe. They’d figured out the Unsub’s identity and got all the evidence they need to convict him and his current location, which also happens to be his hunting ground. He works at a gay nightclub as a bartender, a job that wouldn’t make it suspicious if he flirted with the patrons.

His type is Twinks, especially first timers that fell for his charms and would willingly follow him out back where he would have sex with them before drugging them and taking them to his place, an apartment above the club. Now, to lure him out to avoid putting civilians in danger and as to not scare them, they sent Reid in undercover.

Spencer, in a brightly colored, loose fitting crop top with very short jean shorts the rest of his legs in fishnet and chunky heeled combat boots, light makeup on his eyes and glittery cheeks makes his way into the club. Garcia has their computers queued up with the security feed inside the club, All their eyes trained on Reid and Lukas Mertins, their Unsub. Spencer makes his way through the crowd, blending in and letting the larger men grab on his hips and rub up on him, the other smaller-statured men dancing up against him as a show for the others. Finally, he makes it to the bar and sits down, panting and excitedly and nervously looking back at the crowds, fitting into his role perfectly.

Lukas takes the bait instantly and looks Spencer up and down like a Lion about to pounce on an injured Gazelle. He slides his way to Spencer, startling him with an introduction.

“Hey, there. I haven’t seen you around. Newcomer?” He asks, deepening his voice as to be alluring.

“Oh, yea! I just moved here from Wyoming!” He yells over the booming music, “I’m Callum!” He sends a charming grin to the man.

“What’s your poison? Gin? Tequila? No, you strike me as a Sex on The Beach kind of guy!” Lukas sends a wink at Spencer, confidence radiating off of him.

“How’d you know?” Spencer grins back at him with that amused surprise Lukas was expecting.

“Little bartenders’ secret, cutie, maybe I’ll teach you some time,” he speaks as he begins making the drink, when he notices Spencer taking out his wallet, “oh, no! You put that away! First timer’s get their first drink on the house!”

“Really? Are you sure?” The easy conversation continues on before another twink runs up and all but drags Spencer back to the dance floor as if they knew each other forever. Lukas keeps his eyes on “Callum” the whole time, clearly taking the shine to him that everyone had hoped(and dreaded).

Spencer makes his way back to the bar, giggling and panting as he returns to his flirtatious conversations with the Unsub.

“Hey, Callum, do you wanna get outta here? My shift just ended.” Lukas leans in close to say the words directly into Spencer’s ear.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Spencer sends a lustful smile at him, his lip between his teeth. Smirking, Lukas jerks his head to gesture Spencer to follow him to the back which lead to the alleyway.

Before they even cross the door’s threshold, Lukas has his lips against Spencer’s, his tongue damn near down his throat. As he gets them out the door, the loud slam resonating through the speaker, his hands are firmly gripping Spencer’s ass, kneading and landing the occasional slap.

Spencer’s hands are lost in Lukas’ hair as the larger man backs him up against the brick wall. Patting his ass, Lukas gets Spencer to jump and wrap his legs around his waist. Holding Spencer up with his own body and the legs around his waist, he begins grinding against him, moving to attach his lips to the brunette’s neck.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so fuckin’ good,” his hand slides up Spencer’s body and plays with his nipple, coaxing moans from the twink in his arms.

“Lukas Mertins! FBI! Get on the ground with your hands behind your head!” Hotch yells at the man, all too eagerly as the team notices. The blonde immediately drops Spencer though he doesn’t let him get away. Mertins wraps his arm around his neck, holding him flush against his body, pulling a pocket knife from his slacks and presses it tightly against Spencer’s throat in retaliation to the guns aimed at him with 5 accompanying death glares.

“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You back the fuck off or I’m taking this slut out.” He hisses out and glares directly at Hotch.

“Hang on there, Reid.” Morgan calls out to said agent when he sees the flash of panic that appears for no more than a few seconds.

“Let him go, Mertins. You’re not getting out of this.” Hotch all but growls out, sending quick glances at Spencer to ensure he’s alright.

“I beg to differ-” Before he could finish, Hotch fires a shot into his shoulder, making him drop the knife and release Reid to cradle his injury as he stumbled to the ground, grunting and growling in rage.

“Then beg.” Hotch snarls, grabbing the jacket they had grabbed for Reid and hurrying to put it around his shoulders, Prentiss coming forward to pull him into her side both for warmth and a sense of protection, while Morgan happily forces Mertins’ arms behind his back. If he accidentally tugs just a bit too hard on the arm Hotch shot, then no one mentions it. Nor do they mention if he just so happens to grab onto the same shoulder to bring him to his feet.

“Least you can do is have the twink suck me off.” He sneers, nodding at Reid.

“That what you think he is? Some twink?” Hotch squints challengingly at the man, daring him to go on.

“He gave me blue balls.” With that, his glare is directed at Reid who only barely shows any of his discomfort, though enough to have Hotch pissed at the man before him.

“Did he?” He feigns surprise and sympathy as he slowly takes the 3 steps forward. Suddenly, in a flash of barely a second, his knee rises to meet Mertins’ crotch, a deep grimace returning as the Unsub groans and collapses to his knees as he curls in on himself. “Now they’re black and blue balls.”

The whole team says nothing as they watch the scene and make not a move to intervene, though some are wearing smirks at Hotch’s display of protectiveness.

“And you say you’re not the dad.” Prentiss, still with a slightly shivering Reid in her arms, teases. Hotch glances back at her, a glare with no heat behind it playing on his features, though he says nothing.

No one says a word but they all notice his lack of denial.

Emily leaves Spencer with a quick squeeze as she goes to take Mertins from Morgan when they begin to head back to the vehicles.

“Hey, you okay, kid?” Derek asks, pulling Spencer into his side for side hug for comfort and to provide some warmth.

“Yea, or well, I will be. Once I can brush my teeth.” Spencer’s answer prompts a chuckle from most of the team and a soft grin from Hotch, who’s just relieved Spencer is alright.

“That was impressive, you know. I don’t know many people who could keep their cool in a situation like that.” Dave smiles at him and gently touches his shoulder as he passes to one of the SUVs.

“He’s right, Spence, that was really brave.” JJ offers gently, a smile on her face she usually reserves for her sons.

“Bravest twink I ever met,” Emily teases, a playful and kind smile on her lips that Spencer can’t resist returning.

Once everyone gathers into their respective SUVs, they begin the drive back to the station to firstly get Spencer back into his own clothes and to pack up to head home. Hotch takes to sitting in the back with Spencer as Emily drives, holding Spencer as he’s still shivering; as well as for his own peace of mind to ensure he’s safe, not that he’ll admit that out loud.

“That was impressive, you did very well,” Hotch sends a small, proud smile to him, though it soon turns to slight worry, “are you okay, though? That was a lot.” Spencer smiles at the concern, really seeing his “Dad Mode” as the team calls it.

“I’m okay. I’ll be much more comfortable in clothes with more coverage and some mouthwash, but I’m alright, right now.” Nearly the moment he finishes his sentence Emily’s phone blares to life, flashing with Penelope’s contact.

“Hey, what’s up, Garcia?” Emily announces into the phone, signaling she’s on speaker.

“Oh my sweet Boy Wonder! How are you?! Are you okay?! That was amazing! I didn’t know you could move like that! I’m definitely taking you the next time I go dancing! Please tell me someone punched that guy in the dick! Did he hurt you?! Be ready for a hug the moment you get back!!” She rushes, hardly taking a breath between sentences, making Emily and Spencer laugh and Hotch lightly chuckle with a fond smile.

“I’m alright, I promise. We’ll see about that dancing. Don’t worry, his genitals did not leave unscathed. And I’m looking forward to it, Penelope.” Spencer stays grinning throughout his update.

“Good! And, see, this is why I’m not in the field! No one messes with my Beautiful Boy Wonder! He wouldn’t be walking away at all if I was there!” She lets out her mini rant, adding in more bits of her protectiveness of him, in particular of the team, before she eventually hangs up.

They get back to the station, wrap everything up, get Spencer back into his own clothes, and bid adieu to the local enforcement and climb on the jet.

Spencer’s still low body temperature is making him tired, which he tries to explain the science behind as he’s floating in and out of consciousness. Hotch, who’s sitting beside him, smiles fondly at his habits and lightly directs his head to lean on his shoulder, where the Doctor promptly falls asleep.

The team, expectedly, grins at the sight and Derek and Emily immediately jump at the chance to take pictures, most of which sport a Hotch glancing at the camera with an amused smirk.

“Still not ‘the Dad’?” JJ smirks at Hotch over her book, gesturing with a quick glance at the man on his shoulder.

A defeated smile on his lips, Hotch huffs a silent chuckle, “No comment.”

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2 months ago

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1 month ago

Seeing stars

Prompt: Praise

Gren x Gender neutral!Star touched elf!Reader

Gren’s hands were surprisingly soft against your skin,tracing the stars across your skin before kissing them.

“So beautiful. Your stars, they're the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” You reached up to cup his face,squishing his cheeks slightly and pulling him closer. Kissing him before moving on to his freckles,kissing both of his cheeks over and over again.

"Well your freckles are like your stars,and I love each and everyone of them" He avoided your eyes as his face turned red. "And they turn the most lovely shade of red when you're flustered"

“Y/N” His hands quickly moved to his cheeks,leaving his neck uncovered and you weren’t wasting any time. You wanted him,every single part. Grabbing his hands,you pulled him closer before flipping him onto his back. Kissing his neck as you held his hands,intertwining your fingers with his. “Y/N” With each kiss he moaned,like you had pressed a button every time you kissed his neck,which was now covered in bites.

“I love it when you call my name like that. You’re being such a good boy for me”

“Please I’ve been so good for you,please can I touch you?”

“And what would you do if I let you?”

“I’d kiss every star and make you see stars” You felt flustered,that last part was nothing you’d even imagine him saying but hearing it set your entity body on fire.

“Really?”

“Really”

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3 years ago

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2 years ago

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3 years ago

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