#kate: i'm on PAINKILLERS?!?!?

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Okay friendo no more holding back ghost x Kate x price are very similar to bucky x Kate x Steve in my head in the way that Kate falls for them separately in very different ways. One of them is broody and deadly efficient and thinks he shouldn't be loved for all the damage he's done, prefers a mask to separate him and thinks the best thing he can do for the people he loves is to push them away. The other an authority figure with the weight of the squad and the world on his shoulders, a good man who makes mistakes and pushes himself and everyone around him past their limits in the name of good to the people of the world. Thoughts, questions, concerns? (In every and all scenario Kate realizes she likes people by going 'oh no they're HOT' and then jumps out a window to escape the situation)

SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING I should NOT have checked my asks on the way to the time clock rip me. if up til this point you've holding back i am SO EXCITED for unhingedness to run free

the thing is. i don't think she would be surprised she's into Ghost. because that makes sense, he's this giant wall of a sniper, that's not a stretch. and she's always willing to give people a chance. she's also capable of laying him flat on his ass. So there's a level of safety he feels around her?

I think she'd be more self-aware of her feelings about Ghost. I also think he takes his shirt off and Kate is like FUCK he's HOT but she can deal with that she's fine but then he takes the mask off at some point and it's a double whammy of trust and oh NO he's BEAUTIFUL. And she CAN'T climb out a window after that because he'll think it's his face! And it is his face that's scaring her away but not for the reasons he would think!! She wants to escape her feelings so bad and she can't!!!!

She splits the difference by climbing on his shoulders, playing with his hair, and kissing the top of his head while he tries to make them tea. (is she basically petting him and calling him pretty boy? i mean. yeah.)

Price, however.

Kate would look at Price and go "I admire his leadership! I appreciate how he treats his team and goes to bat for them, etc! maybe it's not quite admiration. it feels a little different than normal!" because it's horny. that's the difference.

look. okay. here's the thing. i do not think she has dated people who allow her to realize she is a switch with a competence kink. and a little bit of an authority kink. price is one of like...three people i could see her getting a little subby for. And it wouldn't start out sexual, it would be in regular life. maybe it happens after some off-planet young avengers bullshit where someone tried to assassinate teddy and kate is just frazzled and on edge and her sleep is all fucked up.

Things get to be Too Much and he asks for 10 minutes where she doesn't decide anything, she just does what he tells her to. And it's such a display of trust!!! Price is fucking floored when she actually agrees to it. it's simple stuff, like sit on the couch and drink this bottle of water. Split this candy bar with Gaz. Take off your shoes. Close your eyes, take five deep breaths.

(yes i'm writing it)

all this to say, i think her attraction to price would completely blindside her. to the point where someone else has to point it out to her. Maybe not even seriously, maybe Soap or Gaz or Clint or Billy or Loki are like lol haha sure been staring at Price a lot! you got the hots for PRICE?!?! ha ha jk!! and Kate realizes she DOES. The next time they look over at her they see her vanishing through a window. or climbing in the ceiling.

I don't think she would know how to handle being into Price! She's awkward but not her normal brand of awkward. She's running into shit and not paying attention and pointedly not looking at Price, to the point where he's trying to figure out what he did to make her uncomfortable (did she realize he's attracted to her? FUCK.) And he either. Asks her to come to his office so he can figure out what's going on, or they get locked in a closet together by Ghost.

If he calls a meeting with her, it's so funny because they are both thinking the same thing (hot desk sex) and trying so sososo hard to NOT think about that so then they think about going down on the other in that nice desk chair which SHIT is also not helpful! Fuck! if you asked either of them what they discussed they could NOT tell you

Basically, Ghost is the only one with any damn clue here. He would introduce the idea of it slowly to Kate. Starts talking about Price when they're having sex. Encourages her to return a text while he's eating her out. Takes calls with Price while they're having sex. Slowly building up to Kate letting Ghost take pictures of her/them while or immediately after fucking. Eventually they do a video call. Price is going to break something. Ghost is like fucking FINALLY, he KNOWS they will be good for each other. And honestly two of the best people he knows that he trusts with his life being vulnerable around him? Praising him? Telling him he's good? He's not a fucking saint! Of course he has ulterior motives!! (Kate: your ulterior motives are wanting to be called a good boy? That's the least greedy least sinister thing I've ever heard. Stop thinking you're a bad person for doing this)

I ALSO don't think Kate can handle seeing Price clean shaven or even with his beard trimmed. Like yes he's attractive with his full on Price beard but he turns into a smokeshow the moment he starts to tighten it up. She has no behavior around him. She hates doing the obstacle course and her fastest least bitchy time was when Price was told to trim his beard by a higher up. Kate saw him and immediately went OH FUCK and BOLTS. also thinking about them having to go to ground together and of COURSE he has to shave, the beard is too memorable and they're trying to not be found, so kate offers to shave him! BECAUSE I AM A SLUT FOR THIS. she's sitting on a bathroom counter, shaving him with a straight razor, and price is so caught up in Being Pampered that it takes him a minute to ask kate WHY she has a straight razor???? and she's like oh! :) well obviously it's a weapon. haven't you seen sweeney todd? now, i've never killed anyone with a straight razor. i have stabbed some people. not with this one, don't worry! and price says "i don't think i want you this close to my neck anymore (he's fine. mark him down as scared and horny, that's all)

The thing is Kate's friends and teammates will see a picture of the task force to see her boyfriends and they'll be like "ok!! I can see it" and then Ghost and fucking Price walk in and they're like what the FUCK, why is it the TERRIFYING ones??? We thought it was going to be the cute ones!!! And then of course Kate is like the FUCK you say, are you saying my boyfriends aren't cute?? Ghost is SO RED under the balaclava. Price laughs until he has to stop Kate from lunging.

please say more to me about them, i am insane over them

[thegamingcatmom]

What to expect when your hooman got toothache... (The Sisters)

Okay but MC noticing her tooth is aching. Af. Like, it's throbbing, yall. The poor thing.

Cut to Carmen and Tanya taking their charge to the dentist (any attempts to get the job done themselves were immediately turned down by MC because thanks, but no fucking thanks). So, the tooth is taken care of-

The dentist, during the whole procedure:

(Cause two sets of piercing eyes are observing proceedings very closely indeed.)

-and all is (somewhat) well again.

Cut to the Denali home where our two mother hens are escorting a rather delirious MC inside. Girl is still high on those painkillers, and very...talkative.

To the utmost amusement of everyone else.

(Even Irina cracks a smile. Almost non-existent, but it's there.)

MC: "Heyyyy, guysss. Guess whattt-"

Kate, who has been waiting for this exact moment all day: "Whattt?"

MC: "The baddest bitches are BACK-"

Carmen & Tanya: *fond eye-rolling*

MC: "And I'M here too!"

Carmen & Tanya: *scandalized spluttering at the realization*

Kate: *loses her shit*

Irina: *doing her best to hide her smirk*

Eleazar: *torn between amusement and fascination*

MC: "Oh hey, wait a-HEY!"

MC: *stabs her finger accusingly into Kate's chest*

MC: *only to cry out in pain cause fuck, them boobs are solid-*

Carmen & Tanya: "Katrina!"

Kate: "...Are you-"

MC: *tries to shush her by slamming her hand into her face instead-*

Kate: *stops her by catching her wrist...most tenderly* (girl's learned from her mistakes and that's beautiful)

MC: "Where was...oh, right-HEY!"

Kate, snorting: "Sup."

MC: "Aren't you ashamed?"

All Denalis except Kate: *thinking about all the times Kate did smt stupid and should indeed be ashamed of herself*

Kate: *thinking about all the times she did smt her family considers stupid and couldn't be more proud of herself*

Kate: "Gotta be more specific than that, snowflake."

MC, without missing a beat: "It's a CRIME."

Carmen, trying to calm her baby: "What is, mi amor?"

MC: *slinks even closer to Kate*

Kate: *no idea where this is going but is ALL for it*

Tanya: *starts seething cause that's a bit too close for her liking-*

MC: *has come to stand very close indeed, noses almost touching*

Tanya: *much too close-*

Carmen: *holds Tanya back by her sweater*

MC, eyes narrowed: "The crime?"

Kate, grinning: "I´m all ears."

MC: "The crime...criiiime..."

Kate: *lifts an eyebrow*

Tanya & Carmen: *slightly concerned*

Eleazar, in awe of the delirious human: "Fascinating..."

Irina, already back to reading her book: "How charming..."

Tanya, still concerned: "Doll...are you al-"

MC: "WAIT-"

MC: *whips around and right into Tanya, who catches her effortlessly ofc*

MC: "Where did you come from?!"

Tanya: "...I-"

MC: "...Oh, wooow-"

MC: *proceeds to trace Tanya´s face with her pointer finger*

Tanya: "..."

MC: "Smooth..."

Tanya: "...🫠"

Kate, not at all amused the attention is no longer on her: "...About that crime-"

MC: *whips back around and right into Kate, who catches her with great pleasure*

MC: "You should be ashamed-"

Kate, starting to get impatient: "Yeah, yeah...I got that. Can we fast forward?"

Tanya, not at all liking how empty her arms are all of a sudden: "Katrina-"

MC, bulldozes right over her: "You should be ashamed for being so...so-"

All Denalis, except Irina: 👀

...Irina, but way less obvious: 👀

Kate: "So...?"

MC: 😠...😐...🥴

Carmen: "Oh dear..."

MC: "So...sssinfully handsome."

Tanya: *indignant spluttering*

Eleazar: "...Fascinating."

Kate: *smiling like the cat that got the cream*

Irina: *very obvious retching sound*

Kate: "...Oh?"

MC: *smiling like a doofus as she leans heavily into Kate*

MC: "Mhmm...truly a crime. You´re a crime."

Kate, all too happy to play along: "Is that so? Hmm...perhaps it´s best you arrest me then, Ma'am..."

MC: "Hmm, perhaps I should. Perhaps I will...bad girl...veeery bad..."

Kate, leaning even closer, eyes darting down: "The worst-"

Tanya: *about to explode-*

Carmen, finally deciding to do something before all hell breaks loose: "Alright, enough you two."

Carmen: *proceeds to carefully pry MC out of Kate´s arms*

Kate: *starts to protest-*

Carmen: *The Look*

Kate: *...wisely shuts her mouth again*

Carmen, cooing as her attention shifts to MC: "Come now, love. Let´s get you upstairs."

MC: *complies without putting up a fight cause she´s about to fall asleep right then and there*

Carmen: *notices and cuts things short by lifting her like one would a toddler (hand cradling the back of her head and all) before making her way upstars*

...Not before throwing the two menaces one last look though.

The Look: 'Behave.'

The room falls silent then.

...

For all of two seconds, before-

Sigh.

Carmen will not be pleased.

...Especially when she learns that one of her antique vases has met an untimely demise.

Again.

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Kate seems to have my heart atm. 👉👈

[crushedsweets]

im literally dying (i have covid again) which has inspired me to ask:: which creeps do u think r the most dramatic when they r ill

- 🌙

omg. . OK. I GOT THIS. also pls feel better n take care of urself. most- BEN (ghost virus or some shit idk) Jeff Dina/Judge angels Nina Brian Sally Liu Jack Jane Lulu Ann Sadie Kate Natalie Tim Toby -least short explanations under the cut. ill organize it by overreaction, normal reaction, and underreaction.

overreacts: BEN, Jeff, Dina, Nina. i'm just gonna say ben can get computer viruses that just create nausea and feelings of fatigue, but he'd be so annoying about it. "ohhh...the ache, you wouldn't get it..this is worse for ghosts... no other ghost gets sick, but im different, and it hurtsss..ohhhh..... ahhhggh..." Jeff's also dramatic but more like he's lazy and will tell people to do things for him bc "im sick" and then cough and sneeze hella fucking loud to prove it. dina and nina are similar to jeff, they're both whining and laying in bed asking people to get stuff, but they're not gonna be begging or demanding.. mostly. reacts normally: Brian, Sally, Liu, Jack, Jane, Lulu, Ann idk how to describe this. they literally just rest, take their medicine, etc. brian would probably bitch about it more, sally would refuse medicine(when she was alive), but i wouldn't say any are that dramatic. underreacts: Sadie, Kate, Toby, Natalie, Tim Sadie(when she was alive) and Kate just have zero care for themselves. Sadie will take a painkiller and move on, and Kate would like. rest in the mines on a dirty mattress toby dragged over. drink some water, but cope otherwise. natalie got sick all the fucking time as a kid, all the time cuz her home was filthy and she was always eating fuckin dirt, but now her immune system is really strong so she doesnt feel too sick all the time. she was raised to 'man up' about it. same with tim, thinks he shouldnt 'act like a pussy' even if its awful pain. he'll cough a lung out and then b like "ok work time" LOL . Toby doesn't usually realize when he's sick, cuz he can't feel the fevers or stomach/headaches, but if he does notice..he still doesnt care. he'll like, go to sleep in boxers+shirtless to avoid overheating since he can't sweat either, but he doesnt really do much otherwise

[lythea-creation]

Fighting Fire - Andy Herrera x fem reader (Chapter 1)

summary: After living in an abusive relationship for quite some time, (f/n) realizes that her normal is actually broken. All it takes are some selfless, joyful helpers at the fire station, one of them especially.

warnings: As you can see in the summary, this story is about domestic abuse. Please read it with care if this is a sensitive topic for you. This chapter contains depictions of physical and emotional abuse specifically.

word count: 1.300

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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(f/n)'s PoV

Everything was a blur to me as my anxiety was overwhelming.

I knew I needed to get stitches. It was the only reason I was here and did not just suck it up.

When I heard about the medical program of the fire station I decided to give it a try, hoping they would not ask too many questions as many of the doctors in the hospital did.

I was waiting in a secluded area as the room was parted by curtains.

Time was seeming to stop as my paranoia was telling me something was wrong. In reality the station was just busy today as it was booming with people.

“Hey, I'm Andy Herrera”, a woman with brown locks greeted me. “Why are you here today?”

“I fell against the edge of my table”, I enlightened her, taking my hand off my waist to show her the patch of blood that was only increasing with time.

“Can you pull your shirt up so I can take a proper look at it?”, she requested.

Kate would be so mad at me, but luckily she did not know that I obeyed.

A mere look told the firefighter that I needed stitches.

“Give me a few secs. I'll get one of our docs for that”, she declared and left through the curtain after instructing me to put pressure on it with a clean cloth she had handed me.

“Hello, you must be (f/n). I'm Dr. Carina DeLuca”, the next stunningly beautiful woman greeted me.

“Yeah”, I confirmed.

I was mesmerized by her accent immediately, but did not dare to ask because I did not want to make an impression as a racist.

“That's quite a deep wound”, the brunette proclaimed, tapping something around it.

“Guess I was just unlucky”, I proposed.

“Who beat you in a fight?”, she joked.

My girlfriend. “A table. Pretty pathetic, huh? I probably should start training”, I stated with a chuckle.

“Only few people win against solid wood without tools. So don't take it to heart”, she cheered me up.

Her bright smile was contagious. I could not help but reciprocate it.

“Do you need any painkillers?”, she asked me after pulling off the stitches.

“I'm good. Thanks a lot though”, I noted.

“My pleasure”, she shot back. “Have a good day and don't start another fight with your furniture.”

“I'll try”, I claimed.

I left the station with a smile and an immense feeling of gratitude.

Every interaction just now reminded me what life was supposed to feel like. That it was okay to take it easy and joke around.

I made up my mind, taking a stop at the supermarket on the way home.

“Hey, love. What are you baking?”, my girlfriend wondered when she returned home the next day.

It was surprising that she was talking to me at all after her night shift.

“Some brownies. They'll be all ready when you wake up”, I promised.

Kate loved brownies. So she was rejoiced at my words.

I made an extra tray for us and placed the rest in some containers to take with me.

Then I made my way over to the fire station once again.

At the entrance I encountered a woman with dark hair and skin.

“Hey”, she exclaimed encouragingly. “Can I help you somehow?”

“Hey, um … I was here yesterday. At the memorial clinic to be exact and just wanted to bring by some brownies as a thank you gift”, I explained.

“Oh, thanks! You know we can never get enough to eat”, she admitted without any sign of shame for it. “What's your name? So I can pass it on.”

“(f/n)”, I introduced myself. “Your clinic is truly admirable. I'd really like to support it more than with just some brownies. But I don't have enough money to donate.”

“Don't talk your brownies down”, she shushed me. “And if you want to there's still the opportunity to volunteer. You don't even need any medical knowledge. There's more work than we'd like.”

“Alright. How does it work then? Do I just come by when you open the next time or …?”

“If you have time on your hands you could wait for the team to arrive and then we could introduce you properly and show you around”, she suggested. “I'm Vic by the way.”

She stretched her hand out to me. I took and shook it.

“Sure. I could spare some more time”, I agreed.

Suddenly the place was filled with loud chatter. Apparently the team had already returned without us noticing.

They started swarming the entrance, making me feel small. I was on the outside while they were in.

Most of them just walked on without even noticing me, but Andy stopped to take a look at me.

“Hey, (f/n), right? Are you okay?”, she addressed me.

I had not expected her to remember my name after our brief encounter.

“Yeah … to both actually”, I assured her.

“She wants to volunteer”, Vic enlightened her.

I had not been sure if I wanted to, but apparently I was in now.

“Oh, that's great! Come on up! We'll show you around”, she encouraged me.

Andy officially introduced me and I got a hearty, chaotic welcome. Somehow it was making me feel giddy. It was a warm chaos.

My brownies did the rest to win them over.

They persuaded me to eat one with them and get to know each other.

I left with a bunch of phone numbers and a happy, giddy feeling inside my body. Despite my still hurting waist it felt like I was floating.

Until I entered my home to Kate who was wearing a pissed expression.

“Where have you been?”, she questioned.

“At the fire station”, I answered honestly.

She would not believe a lie anyway. And I hated lying.

“Why?”, she inquired, her voice sharp.

“I want to volunteer. You know … to help people, make an impact”, I confessed.

“Am I not enough?” The shift in her voice was immediate, insecurity leaking through it like it was a broken pipe.

“Kate. I just don't wanna sit around all day. You wanted me to stop working ...”

“To make your life easier. We barely had time for each other and my money's enough to provide for both of us”, she interrupted me.

“That's not the point. I don't wanna live like this anymore. I'm feeling trapped”, I proposed.

“I'm making you feel trapped?”, she snapped. “Wow ...”

She slowly approached me, underlining my words perfectly. It felt like I was her prey.

“I'm doing everything I can for you. You're such an ungrateful bitch”, she cursed at me.

I was just waiting for one of her hands to hit me 'accidentally' as she was gesturing around wildly.

“I thought you actually loved me”, she remarked. “You know … I don't have to stay with you. Nobody would want to take you in. You don't actually think anybody else would want to be with someone as ugly, boring and useless as you, do you? I'm too kind for my own good, but I just can't help it. Do you think these firefighters are grateful to have you there, personally? They're just busy and have to take every help they can get.”

Her words were hitting home.

She knew about my insecurities, was making sure to feed them regularly so they would not starve to death. Her words were true after all.

“I'm the only one left”, she reminded me like it was not her fault.

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Next Chapter

The first chapter is more like a build-up for the story. Andy will definitely be more present in the following chapters. Actually the chapters are always switching between (f/n)'s and Andy's PoV.

Please let me know your opinion about my story in the comments! Even a small text can make my day.

Thanks for reading <3

[bunysliper]

what do you think would have happened if castle had gotten stuck in the AU?

Hi Anon! I hope you're still out there and that this was meant as a prompt (not that I'm not ashamed of how long it took to answer it if it was) and not just a question/discussion starter. Basically, I kind of wrote what I think the answer would be, so I hope you like this!

Hope Yet

He's ashamed of the disappointment that floods his belly when he wakes in a hospital to a dark-haired version of his daughter. It's not that he's unhappy to see Alexis – any version of her – but he'd hoped that he might wake right where he left, on a dingy floor dodging gunfire with Kate a little bit peeved at him for touching something he shouldn't have. Instead, he's… still here. Still in this world where he has miles to go to repair a relationship with his little girl, his mother still has almost complete control over his house because he'd been a schmuck with his money, and Kate – Kate is apathetic about him at best; miles and miles from loving him.

He'd been so sure he would be going home.

"Hi Daddy," Alexis breathes, stroking his hair off his forehead. "I was so worried."

Rick Castle hopes the grimace can be written off as pain from his injuries. "Hi, 'lexis. Sorry, 'bout that."

He licks his lips, looking around the room for anything that he might be able to drink to get the rough cardboard taste out of his mouth.

Alexis comes through for him once again, holding a small cup with a straw to his lips. "Slow sips. You were intubated and your throat might be sore."

He tries not to gulp it down, savoring the water for a moment before Alexis takes the cup away.

"Do you remember what happened?" she asks, leaning on her elbow beside him. He opens his mouth, but she continues first, "Dad, you were shot. What were you even doing that you would get shot?"

He exhales, feeling the tug of new wounds on his chest. "I was-"

"He was protecting me."

Alexis jolts upright, turning to the door.

Rick would be lying if he said he didn't jump a little as well. If his heart didn't speed up at her voice, husky with emotion and a lack of sleep. He doesn't know this her, but he knows her. At the heart of her, he knows Kate Beckett.

"Would do it all over again," he says, hoping to catch her eyes.

She avoids his gaze, looking at Alexis instead, but he sees her fingers twitch before she clenches her fists and releases them. He knows that move, recognizes it as her taking a moment to ground herself before she gives someone bad news.

"I am so sorry, Ms. Castle. I'm Captain Beckett, with the NYPD. Your father got involved in a case my detectives were working and he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He made a call to do something incredibly stupid, but very brave, to save my life."

She turns to him, her eyes bloodshot and tired, but flinty and determined all the same. "I can assure you that he won't be put in that position again. Ever."

Castle swallows hard, wishing he could reach for her as well as the water Alexis had given him a few minutes ago. He gets neither, though, because Beckett takes a step back.

"I'm not staying," Beckett adds, licking her lips. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right, Mr. Castle."

"Rick," he rasps. "Or Castle, if you want. Whatever you want, Beckett."

At his bedside, Alexis rolls her eyes. "Please forgive him, Captain Beckett. He's-"

Kate waves her off. "It's okay. I understand. The painkillers do strange things to everyone."

Still, she offers him a look he should be able to read, given how well he knows her counterpart. It's part-quizzical, part-amused, at least enough to cause her lips to lift at the corners.

"Stay out of trouble from here on out, Mr. Castle. Please?"

 He nods quickly, even as he croaks an impish, "No promises."

Beside him, Alexis rolls her eyes. "I'll keep him in line, Captain. Don't worry."

This time, Beckett does crack a small smile. "I'm sure you will, Ms. Castle. I'm sure you will." She licks her lips, lowering her chin. "I'll leave you to rest."

Rick starts to call her back, to insist she doesn't have to leave and she's as welcome as his child and his mother (who, he supposes must be at work at this point, after all, her show opens in – well, probably now, if he's been out that long), but he can't make the words come. This Kate Beckett doesn't know him, and as much as he wants to believe otherwise, he doesn't know her either. He can't expect her to feel at home with him and his family the way the woman he loves does.

"Thank you for visiting," he says instead. "I'm glad you're okay; that was… that was all I wanted to do."

She hesitates for a moment before dropping her hand to cover his. "I know, Castle. Thank you."

Her touch disappears a moment later and she retreats from his hospital room, leaving him to begin to accept that this might just be the rest of his life.

Just two days later, while Alexis is at home retrieving some of his clothing for him to change into when he's allowed to get cleaned up, she returns with a case file in hand and an annoyed, but somehow fond, look on her face.

"If you're feeling up to it," she starts, licking her lips and shifting her weight on those impossibly high heels of hers, "I wouldn't mind having another pair of eyes to check this out; you and my victim apparently run in the same circles."

Rick Castle moves his hospital bed a little more upright, clasping his hands together and grinning. He tries not to look too eager, of course, since he doesn't want to scare her off when she's coming to him – when she needs, nay wants, his help, but he's all in already.

"I'd be delighted, Captain. Lay it on me."

Beckett hesitates for just a moment before crossing the room and holding out the file to him, perching on his bed at his hip and waiting for him to speed read (less speedy than usual thanks to the meds, but he manages) the casefile and offer his thoughts.

It looks like there's hope yet.

[fandomtravelers]

Found family dynamics in shows

Okay I'm a sucker for found family dynamics in shows so I'm going to list all the found family or platonic relationships I know of. In TV shows/series. Just because :) ALSO please add if you know more, because I'm probably missing a whole lot. I JUST WANT MORE.

Here are the ones me and my friends know or have found (some might be father daughter centric and they're all from very random fandoms so excuse that) :

1. Kakashi & Team 7 (Naruto)

2. Anakin & Ahsoka & Obiwan (Clone wars. I know the whole star wars universe too, but I'm focusing on clone wars)

3. Kate Bishop & Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

4. Farah Dowling & Bloom (Fate : Winx)

4. Charming & Emma (Once Upon A Time)

5. Bay Kennish & Daphne Vasquez (Switched at Birth)

6. Cirilla & Geralt (The Witcher)

7. Calliope & Augie (tidelanders)

8. Byakuya & Rukia (Bleach)

9. Sara & Danny (Witchblade)

10. Georgia & Rube (Dead like me)

11. Silco & Jinx, Vander & Vi (Arcane)

12. Andrè & Jane (Painkiller Jane)

13. Jamie & Jonas & Jay (Bionic woman)

14. Dr. Tom & Erica (Being Erica)

15. The pines family (Gravity falls)

16. Tom & Cassie (the inbetween)

17. The Gaang & Team Avatar (Avatar the last Airbender & Legend of korra)

18. Kara & Clark (Supergirl & superman/batman apocalypse)

19. Charlie & Miles matheson (revolution)

20. Arthur & Joan & Auggie & Annie (Covert affairs)

21. Khlyen & Dutch (Killjoys)

22. Guerrero & Ames (Human Target)

23. Adam & Emma (Mutant X)

24. Nolan & Emily "Amanda" (Revenge)

25. Voight & his whole team (Chicago P. D.)

26. Elena & Jeremy (Bitten)

27. Jinggang & Chu hun (double world)

28. Hannibal & Abigail (Hannibal)

29. Dream & Death (The sandman)

30. Jiwoo & Mujin (My name)

31. Buffy & Giles (BTVS)

32. Benedict & his kids (Mysterious Benedict society)

33. The cullen family (twilight)

34. Elijah & Yo Han (the devil's judge)

35. Magnus & Clary (Shadow hunters)

36. Gu xiang & Wen Kexing (Word of honor (Cdrama))

37. Optimus & the human kids (Transformers prime)

38. Mildred & her teachers (Mainly miss hardbroom)

39. Dylan & Lizzie (instinct)

40. Marina & Arturo (A private affair)

41. Moiraine & Lan (Wheel of time)

42. the BAU team (Criminal minds)

43. The SVU team (Law & Order : SVU)

44. Ellie & Joel (TLOU)

45. Barbara & the batfam (Batgirl, batman comics)

46. Carmen & Shadow San (Carmen sandiego)

47. Nile & the rest of the old guard (the old guard)

48. Nick Fury & Maria Hill (secret invasion)

49. Jordan & Garrett (crossing Jordan)

50. America chavez & Doctor strange (Multiverse of Madness)

51. The Eternals (Eternals)

52. Enola & Sherlock (Enola Holmes)

53. NCIS team/family (NCIS)

54. Aizawa & his kids (BNHA)

55. Abigail & Ichabod (Sleepy Hollow)

56. Carol & Kamala (The Marvels)

57. Gojo & his students (JJK)

58. The golden trio (HP)

59. Ryan & Max (The following)

60. ICC team (crossing lines)

[skylarkblue]

Title: I'm Not Responsible For What I Said When High On Painkillers Author: skylarkblue Fandom: Batman Pairing: Kate Kane/Harper Row Rating: G Word Count: 2,863 Warnings: None

Summary: 

Harper takes a beating after following a lead for one of Kate's cases. Kate, sick with worry, comes to the Batcave to check she's okay.

...She is, but Dr Thompkins gave her the good painkillers.

Read on AO3 here!

[newtonsheffield]

Another ACUPOP prompt - Can we get a glimpse at either Kate or Anthony having to discipline Neddy? Is he just an extremely well-behaved boy? That worries me a bit because those are the kids who are plagued by perfectionism. I would love to see a moment of him feeling secure enough to push some boundaries with his parents, with some gentle guidance back.

I mean, generally, Neddy is a super well-behaved kid, and I think at least at first, Neddy would be super worried about pushing any boundaries, especially with Anthony who he doesn't know as well as his Mum.

But eventually, sure, he's a teenager, and he's going to try out different things, because that's what teenagers do.

And imagine the first time Neddy comes home from a party at 16 and he's a little bit tipsy.

"Mummy!"

Kate startled at the sound of her son's deep voice and the slam of the front door and she bit back a laugh already at the sound of his fumbling footsteps and the mutter of When did we get a coat stand? glancing at Anthony who chuckled lightly.

"I'm in here, Neddy." She called back, muttering to Anthony, "This should be interesting."

"There you are!" His eyes were a little unfocused and he slumped against the door of the living room, his hair sticking up in twenty different directions and he looked so much like Anthony had when they'd been young and stupid and hopping from bar to bar in fiji, newly married that she nearly did a double take.

"Hey, Sweetheart. How was the party?"

"And my Dad's here too!" Neddy crowed, "Look at my Dad!"

Anthony chuckled as Neddy stumbled towards them, flopping onto the sofa between them. "Look, it's my son."

"Did you, by any chance, have a few drinks tonight, Neddy?" Kate sighed, kissing his temple.

Neddy hummed, "I maybe had... one beer."

"One beer?" Anthony chuckled, "Sorry mate, you might be a lightweight."

"So maybe it was three?" He sighed, "But there was a girl there, and she was really pretty and I was nervous and I thought that would make it easier to talk to her, but it just made my head feel really fuzzy and I think I lost my wallet."

Kate's heart pounded for a moment, "How did you get home?"

"I think Dave drove me?" He said vaguely, "I dunno."

"Bed time, I think." Anthony said quickly, sensing Kate's panic, "Do you need me to help you up the stairs?"

Edmund sighed, "I think so. my legs don't work."

Anthony sighed and hauled his nearly six-foot son to a Standing position, half carrying him up the stairs and Kate tried not to think about it.

Edmund looked pale when he came downstairs the next morning, dark circles under his eyes and winced when Miles screeched Neddy! at the top of his lungs banging his fists on the counter.

"Hey, Milo."

Kate looked up at her son, sliding a glass of orange juice across the counter towards him followed by some painkillers. "Big night I hear."

Neddy flinched, staring down at the kitchen bench refusing to look at either Kate or Anthony beside him and it was that more than anything that made Kate's stomach churn.

"Sorry." He finally whispered, his shoulders heaving. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been drinking and I know that this reflects really badly on you Dad and-"

"Neddy," Anthony said firmly, his hand on his son's shoulder. "Mum and I aren't upset about that, and I don't want you to ever make choices based on how you think ti reflects on me okay?"

Their son glanced furtively up at them, his brow furrowed, "But I was..."

"We're upset because we just want you to be safe." Kate cleared her throat, pushing down the panic, "You're a kid, and kids make mistakes and try things out and that's fine but you know, if you're in trouble: you can call either of us right? Or any of your aunts and uncles and we'll just come and get you."

Edmund nodded, letting out a sigh of relief before he winced again, "I really did lose my wallet though."

Kate rolled her eyes, "You didn't actually. I found it in the flowerpot out the front when I went to walk Newton this morning. I would like to discuss the condom you rolled onto the front gate though."

And it shouldn't have been so satisfying but when he spluttered and slipped off his stool: it really was very funny

[fitrahgolden]

WEARY MEMORY: 9 - LEANING BACK ON A BROKEN WILLOW TREE

“You sure you don't need anything?” Anthony asked as they pulled up to Kate's house after the flight home from Edinburgh.

“For the third time, Anthony, I'm sure. It's not that bad.”

“No? Then why are you rubbing your temples raw?”

Kate hadn't even noticed she was doing it. Some time during the hour and a half long flight home, Kate had developed a splitting headache. Nothing she couldn't handle, but she wasn't surprised when Anthony had immediately gone into caretaker mode and would not stop checking in on her, and even tried to get her to let him take her to A&E.

“Maybe I'm rubbing them because you won't stop asking if I need anything.”

“Fine,” Anthony grumbled before putting his 4x4 in park.

By the time Kate had said goodbye to their kids, Anthony had gotten her luggage out of the back.

“I'm just gonna help your mum with her bags,” he said into one of the windows.

She let him lead the way to her door. Once the bags were inside, Anthony looked over at the kids in the car, then ran a hand down Kate's arm.

“At least tell me you aren't working at all today,” he pleaded, his voice low.

Kate sighed. “I'm not working. I'm going to keep all the lights off, lie down, and do absolutely nothing. Promise.”

Anthony seemed mollified. “I wish I could join you,” he said wistfully.

“Me, too.”

“Soon?” Anthony looked at her, eyebrows raised in hope.

During their last night in Edinburgh, Kate and Anthony had decided they would tell their families about their reconciliation, starting with the kids, once they got back home.

“Soon,” Kate promised.

Anthony leaned forward slightly, but caught himself. He shook his head before putting a warning finger up. “No work.”

Kate smacked it away with a laugh. “No work. Bye.”

—

As promised, Kate spent her afternoon with the lights off and the curtains drawn. She changed into an oversized shirt that skimmed her thighs and texted Edwina about holding off on picking up Newton until tomorrow. After taking a couple of painkillers, she settled under a blanket on the sofa and fell asleep.

Anthony with a “ta”: How are you feeling?

Anthony with a “ta”: I'm going to assume you're asleep. Text me when you see this.

Anthony with a “ta”: I'm coming over. Don't be mad.

—

Kate slowly blinked herself awake, feeling much better, and groped around in the dark for her phone to check the time. It was then that she realised that the reason she woke up was the knocking at her front door. She checked her messages on her way to answer it, pausing momentarily when she read the last one that had come in.

“Anthony, what are you doing here?” Kate put a hand on her hip, her other hand holding the door open.

“I told you not to be mad. I bought you ice cream.” Anthony held up a grocery bag, and weaponised his smile in a way that was wholly unfair. “Let me in, Kit.”

Kate tried her best to look annoyed, but didn't think she was pulling it off. She opened the door further so he could cross the threshold. Anthony kissed her softly and whispered, “How are you feeling?” as he nuzzled her nose and ran a hand under her shirt–checking to see if anything was underneath it, Kate knew.

“Much better, actually. I should take the ice cream and send you home.”

“Mm, Ned would be disappointed. He loves being in charge.”

Kate closed the door and followed Anthony into the kitchen.

“Are we having this now, or…” Anthony turned around when he reached the fridge. “What is it?”

“What?” Kate was grinning like an idiot, and she knew it.

Anthony narrowed his eyes at her, a smirk forming on his lips. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Right.”

“Just put the ice cream in the freezer.”

“I will, but then you're going to tell me what you're thinking about.”

Once the ice cream had been put away, Anthony stalked around the kitchen island towards Kate. Soon, he was placing his hands on the counter on either side of her. He levelled his gaze at her, his expression smug and playful. God, she was just so happy to see him, to have him here, not in their therapist's office, or at a restaurant. Here, at home. Just the two of them. 

“What did you tell them?” Kate whispered, her eyes flicking down to his lips.

Anthony mirrored her, his gaze turning downward. “The kids?” he murmured, not looking up. 

“Yeah, what reason did you give for coming here?”

“I told them that I'm going to take care of their mother.”

Then his mouth was on hers. As always, Kate's fingers were in his hair instantly. When she tugged, Anthony groaned, grasping her waist and encouraging her up onto the island.

After a few blissful moments, Anthony pulled away and panted, “Don't you move. Let me just go ahead and get–”

Kate tugged on his arm as he was about to head in the direction of her bedroom.

“Mm-mm.” She shook her head, pulling him back between where her legs were dangling off the counter.

“No?”

“No, please.” She answered earnestly. “Just you. Just… Just us. Is that OK?”

Anthony kissed her before nodding. “If you're sure.”

“I am. I need all of you.”

That seemed to flip a switch in him. He kissed her again, a completely different feeling to it than the last one. It was so demanding, so consuming, Kate almost expected him to climb up onto the counter himself. Instead, he pushed her onto her back, his touch a little harsh, just as it was when he then rid her of her knickers, pulling them over her legs in a couple of jerking tugs.

He lifted one leg up onto his shoulder and looked at Kate, steely-eyed.

“No one else is here, Kit. Don't hold back, understand? I finally get to really hear you.”

With that, he ducked his head down, and Kate immediately gave him something to hear.

—

An hour or so later, Kate and Anthony were on the kitchen floor, completely nude, polishing off the pint of ice cream Anthony had brought with him that evening.

Once Kate had finished the last spoonful, she reached up over her head to tip the carton and spoon into the sink above them. Anthony moved quickly, taking advantage of the way her manoeuvring pushed her chest out. He covered a nipple with his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

“Shit.” Kate laughed as she let herself be taken.

“Let me put you to bed,” he breathed against her sternum.

Kate sighed regretfully, a hand running through his hair.

“You can't sleep here, Anthony.”

Anthony's groan was soft as he sat back up. “I know. I just… I want to shower with you and tuck you in. I can't go to bed with you yet, but I'm getting impatient thinking about getting back into a routine with you, Kit. Let's get ready for bed, and then I'll leave.

And so, for the first time in almost four years, Kate and Anthony got ready for bed together. They stood side by side in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing their teeth. Kate couldn't stop herself from constantly looking over at Anthony, at the other sink, his sink. No one had used it since he moved out. It never stopped being his.

Kate's eyes also flicked over to the huge standalone tub, the one Anthony insisted on.

“Anthony, it's a swimming pool.”

“We need a big tub, Kit.”

“Reckon there will be a lot of shared baths in our future, do you?”

“Absolutely. But we also need a place to sleep on bad nights. You prefer the tub, right? I want to be in there with you.”

In the shower, Anthony helped Kate run conditioner down the length of her hair, and she scrubbed his back. In the bedroom, Anthony sat at the edge of the bed and watched as Kate did her evening skincare routine at her vanity.

Once she joined him at the bed, Anthony pulled back the covers on her side. Then he cradled her face in his hands and kissed so tenderly, she nearly wept.

“We have to tell them. I hate that you have to leave. We have to tell them so we can all be under the same roof again. I'm so close to begging you to stay.”

Anthony laughed softly. “I'm so close to begging you to let me.” He slid his hands down and pulled her even closer as he hugged her. “Get in bed so I can kiss you good night, Kit.”

—

“I'm sorry I said you couldn't kiss.”

“Is Dad moving, or are you?”

“Are we having a wedding?”

“And when are you moving?”

“Can I throw flowers like on telly?”

Before Anthony left the night before, he and Kate had agreed that she would come over the next day so they could talk to kids together. Kaveri had made a sound that could only be described as a screech before she and Maaran both started peppering their parents with questions, seemingly welcoming the news without hesitation.

Edmund, however, stayed quiet, observing his siblings with stony eyes from his seat in the corner of the sofa. When the other kids finally allowed for a lull in the conversation, Anthony moved to sit next to his eldest. Edmund turned away from him just a little.

“Neddy,” Kate said softly. “I know this is a lot to hear. How are you feeling?”

Edmund mumbled, still looking away.

“What was that, Bud?” Anthony asked.

Edmund turned toward his family and sighed heavily. “How do you know you aren't going to break up again?”

“Why would you say that?!” Maaran cried. Kate put her arm around him.

“Shh, Kanna. Let him talk.”

Anthony nodded solemnly. “Ned–”

“Did you guys know only six percent of divorced people marry each other again?” Edmund was looking at his siblings, not his parents.

Kaveri scrunched up her face. “What does that mean?”

“It means they probably aren't really getting married, Riri.”

“Shut up, Ned! They just said!” Maaran buried his face in Kate's side, muffling his voice when he spoke again. “They just said they were getting married, idiot.”

“I want a wedding, Dad,” Kaveri said as she crawled into Anthony's lap. “I want to throw flowers at you.”

Anthony patted his daughter's cheek before turning towards Ned again.

“Where did you learn that, Ned?”

The boy shrugged. “I looked it up when you moved out.” Anthony and Kate looked at each other. Before either could respond, their son added, “And again last night when you went to Amma's house.”

Ah.

Edmund continued, answering the unasked question. “I didn't know, but you guys were acting so weird in Scotland. I thought maybe… Well, this all doesn't matter. It's still only six percent.”

“I want to go to my room,” Maaran announced as he stood, glaring at his brother. “They wouldn't tell us they're getting married if they aren't getting married. I can't believe you're being so mean to them.”

“Yeah, don't be mean, Neddy. You can't be mean at the wedding.”

“Guys, leave your brother alone,” Anthony ordered, his voice more stern than he’d intended. Kaveri shrank a little while Maaran rolled his eyes.

“Can I go to my room, please?”

Kate nodded. “Go on, Maan,” she said softly. “Take Kav upstairs with you.”

Anthony had to nudge his daughter off his lap before she would follow Maaran out of the living room.

“Don't let Neddy stop the wedding,” she said on her way out.

Edmund scoffed. “That's not what I'm doing!”

Anthony put a hand on his shoulder, “We know that. Don't worry about her.”

The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes. Eventually, Kate spoke.

“Ned, you're right. Plans change, lives change, and you can't always see it coming. You know that better than someone your age should. And, yes, it is unusual, remarrying. But that is what your father and I are going to do. It's OK that you're having a hard time trusting that, especially right away.”

Edmund took a deep breath as he leaned back against the couch cushions, aggressively wiping away a tear. “It just… It feels too good to be true. I know that sounds stupid–”

Kate shook her head vehemently. “Not at all. That's exactly what I told your dad, actually. Just a few days ago, while we were acting ‘so weird’ in Scotland.”

Edmund laughed just a little, and with that, the tightness in Anthony's chest loosened a fraction.

“Really?” their son asked. “It feels like that to you, too?”

“Not as much. It feels more real every day. But I've had more days with it than you have. I hope it will start to feel more real to you soon. You need time. We get that.”

“But, Ned,” Anthony said. “Maan and Kav's feelings about this are important, too. Don't give them a hard time for being excited, OK?”

“OK.”

“Do you want to keep talking about this now?”

Edmund seemed to think about it for a few long moments.

“Can you see if I can talk to Jocelyn early this week?”

Anthony gave him an encouraging smile. “Of course, Bud. We'll see what she's got available.”

Their son seemed pacified for the time being. “Can I go?”

Anthony and Kate both nodded. Once they were alone, he reached for her.

“I love you. You're amazing.” He pulled her over until she was sitting pressed up against him.

Kate shook her head. “I'm fucking shaking, actually. That was terrifying.”

“I know. I think it was alright, though.”

“Could have been worse, for sure.” She laid her head on his shoulder.

“One day at a time.” He kissed her hair. “Let's take the wins where we can get them.”

[beheadedcousins]

oh this is really great with answering a question i had

(transcript in the read more if you can't read the photo)

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Anyone who's asked me about TIGERS knows how quickly I can go from "It's a teen horror comedy!" to an in-depth discussion about the debiltating pressures put on young women to succeed. I always circle back to its teen horror nature, but I do take this show pretty seriously. After all, l experienced firsthand how challenging it is to be a teen girl. For me, it turned out to be quite difficult because I eventually realized ľm a trans guy, but that's an entirely different musical.

As much as TIGERS is murder mystery,it's also about nine young women who are at extremely formative places in their lives. They want to feel hopeful about the future but are afraid that their greatest weaknesses could become what define them, especially after a failed stunt goes viral. The show opens as the Tigers cheer team is gathering for their annual sleepover- but their attempts to appear effortless around each other are painstaking, and each gir is contending with her own secrets and challenges.

Riley, the new captain, is determined to stay positive. She's still working out how to be a strong leader, but she refuses to let her team down. Cairo prefers partying over responsibility and doesn't see the harm in having a little fun, though that often comes at the expense of others.Chess isstruggling to recover from a knee injury that ended her lifelong dream of being an Olympic gymnast and led to an addicton to painkillers. Kate tries to help Chess recover,but their relationship has become complicated as Chess prepares to go off to college and Kate realizes she's falling in love with her distracted, spiraling best friend.

Annleigh relies heavily on faith to guide her, but ends up overwhelmed by unexpected urges, especially when it comes to her boyfriend, Clark. Annleigh's stepsister Farrah no longer feels supported after the botched stunt put her in danger, and her habits have slipped from playful partying to a dependency on alcohol. Tigers mascot Reese has faced a long history of bullying by her classmates, but she's learning to believe in herself even when no one else will. Freshman Mattie is optimistic that she'll have a great year and has no idea how wrong she's about to be. Eva, a flyer from a rival school, is used to not getting what she knows she deserves, but still takes a chance on a new experience. Soon,one of these characters reaches a breaking point, and three Tigers don't make it through the night.

And that's the team: desperate to connect but terrified to communicate, just trying to get through a single sleepover/party/practice (in a social context) alive. I could get sentimental about how many years I've spent with this show and how much these characters mean to me,but l hope that speaks for itself.I hope the honesty and empathy that's gone into telling this story comes through as powerfully as the screlting (and there's a lot of screlting). I hope it's sometimes very funny and sometimes quite devastating, and that some of it stays with you for a while.

As you know, the sleepover has been a Giles Corey High School tradition for 38 years now. And I'm honored to carry that on here with all of you.

-PRESTON MAX ALLEN

[weaseltotheface]

Anyway there's no way I'm going to work today Kate wants me to go to the dr but I don't wanna so we r gonna go to urgent care tomorrow I guess

Maybe I can talk to the teleheath guy we have at work? It probably wouldn't be quite good enough to just describe it and not poke and prod me but like what is a poke and prod gonna do. You know? (Barring a cracked rib which idk how that would even have happened) they would both just prescribe me a muscle relaxer and maybe a painkiller like they did when I threw my back out a few years ago and it was doing the same kind of spasming thing but way less intense

[izzysarchivedblogs]

Accepting Asks & Memes // she knows you are downplaying it, @amethystarrows; everyone sees the stripes and forgets she's an empath -> “It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.” (for greer <3)

THERE'S A DEADPAN EXPRESSION AS KATE BISHOP TRIES TO TELL HER THAT IT'S GETTING TO BEING HEALED.

Completely sidelining what Greer had been saying to her. There's a throbbing pain in her thigh, but she knows it's not hers. No way she pulled a muscle moving through the concrete jungle, hasn't been stabbed or hit in the thigh in any recent hunts she's been on.

NOPE. It's her little known power to feel others injuries, feel their pains, sense internal injuries.

❝ I asked if you wanted some painkillers, because sorry, Ms Hawkeye, but I can feel how much it's hurting you. DID YOU EVEN GO TO A HOSPITAL? ❞ Greer was judging her hard, but that's because she was Clint Barton's mentee, and she's just going to do assume that masking the pain was a Hawkeye thing.

❝ You should get it checked out; if I'm feeling it than either you really messed up your thigh or you REALLY wanna cry about it. ⸻ I won't judge if you do. ❞

[maschotch]

hello I've been an on-and-off CM enjoyer(?) for a decade, with Hotch being my main area of interest… I just spent literal hours going through your blog lol. tbh it was exactly the kind of CM content I desperately wanted but had trouble finding initially (jfc the sea of x reader I had to wade through) anyway I stopped watching full eps at around S5, but I'm aware of how things go for Hotch and I'm v bitter about the missed opportunities. maybe a popular opinion in the fandom, but I've always hated how the Foyet attack was glossed over for example - my disbelief when I first watched 5x02 and Hotch just... shows up to work?? why'd they bother with such a major injury if its consequences were limited to one (1) episode years later, and even then the mental trauma was 99% ignored. no mention of meds/painkillers/recovery? nothing about "your scars are gonna look just the same"?? BUT that almost pales in comparison to all the other Hotchner things you got me thinking about, like his subtle aversion to fire or autistic traits or other facets of his character/relationships that are soooo tantalizingly hinted at but not expanded upon. I don't know the whole show that well so idk how Hotch fared compared to other characters but it felt like we got crumbs, especially since he was there for 11 goddamn seasons sorry this is so long but I've never talked CM to anyone before and you've made me love Hotch even more as a character, and now I'll have to further stew in my despair over him getting zero closure

i have similar issues with the show and fandom. the show looooves to traumatize its characters and then pretend it didnt even happen the second the arc is over. i understand its the nature of an episodic show like this (and i love that style for this show! i do!) but they could MENTION how hotch has scars (especially in season 10 when theyre all comparing scars on the plane) or how he needs medication (considering thats the only reason why they found foyet in the first place). foyet was the first big arc, so i understand why they needed to get on with it and bring hotch back to work by 5x02, but i wish they’d had an extra episode in between dealing with the team’s emotions about their leader being attacked (the way we kinda see them reeling from haley’s death and the potential of hotch not returning in 5x11 (or whatever the next ep after 100 is)).

no matter who your favorite cm character is, anyone can have the same complaint of them not following through about what undergoing these kind of traumatic events would mean for the characters. it’s definitely a sore point with criminal minds. especially because the only time they do it is when they want a character to leave (like gideon, blake, and kate). it fucking sucks bc there’s so much potential

and that’s where i feel like the fandom lets me down too. there’s not a lot of talk about it—mostly it’s just self inserts and shipping. there’s hardly any good character analysis out there, but that’s why i started this blog in the first place: if it doesn’t exist, make it yourself! (i would encourage you to do the same if you still feel this way. i talk shit ab the fandom all day but i still get so much positivity despite that from people who value the characters just as much but express it differently)

sorry for getting to this ask so late! maybe you’ll come across it eventually. if you do, let me know your other thoughts on the show/fandom! if youve seen more, if youve interacted more, or if you just have more to say!

[hirik0]

In his Shadow part 7

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

Young Nik/Price

Nik POV

Beeping is slowly pulling Nik back in the world of the living. He's still alive, somehow and he wishes he were not, because with consciousness comes the pain. His back is one gigantic pool of pain, all step wounds, bruises, damaged bones fate in the background. He forces himself to remember what happened, why he isnt dead. Sasha cutting him over and over again, the screaming mostly his and then Sasha leaving the rest is a blur. So did he get rescued? Is he maybe in an even worse position than with Sasha? A nurse enters the room, asking in English if he's in pain Nik only nods. She gives him some pain meds in the infusion. So Laswell and Price did look for him and found him? A strange feeling starts to nest in Niks stomach when he thinks about Price. Did something happen? The nurse is telling him something but he isn't understanding it, the painkillers only leaving a small space for the feeling that Price is causing.

Nik opens his eyes confused when did he close them? He makes a displeased sound which causes two voices to stop. 2 people appear at his bed site, Laswell and Price. Nik*s heartbeat starts to pick up when he looks Price in the eyes.

"Good to see you alive", Laswell is saying to him.

"Not sure about that", Nik answers some anger bubbling up.

"Nikolai", John's voice sounds strange, there is clearly something happening in Prince's mind, he wants to hide.

"Let's me guess you want more information", Nik says coldly.

"There's some shipments we are interested in." Kate explains calmly at least having the decency to fake looking sorry.

"Oh so no how you're feeling, are you in pain straight up wanting more information?" It makes him so angry, they are at fault for him being this mistreated. Price is pressing his lips together, Laswells face having a sad expression on it.

"As your handler, the medical team told me everything. I know you're in pain, I saw the cuts on your back myself." Laswell explains Price's eyes turn cold at the mention of the cuts.

"Where we found you, we found papers about shipping containers, what was in them?" Price is asking him.

"Luxury cars, stolen of course sold for weapons shipments, we talk about military shit. I was never there when shipments came in, but I was part of getting the stolen cars to Russia." Nik explains, for the first time thinking what he will do now, he can't just return home like nothing happened. It's not safe with Sasha being out there.

"Cars" Laswell sounds confused.

"Stolen cars are harder to track then money flow" Price points out, frowning what does this group need weapons for?

"What weapons did you get?" Kate asks but Nik is shaking his head.

"Was still working up the ranks to get that information when Sasha found out I'm a spy" Nik explains anxiety flooding his body, flinching when Price is putting a hand on his, what strangly causing him to calm down.

"How many cars did you ship per trade?" Kate is asking, not commenting on Price behaviour, its not behaviour she expected from him.

"7 to 20" Nik stares at Price's hand, while the two try to imagine what weapon is worth 20 cars. Why does this calm him down, how warm Price's hand is, why would Price even do this in the first place. Did something happen during his rescue?

"How long do they pay with cars?" Laswell is asking.

"Since before I met Artyom", Nik answers truthfully, he's feeling nauseous at the thought of this man. The reminder that he slept with this man filled him with deep shame and regret. He feels dirty in a way a shower or bath can never remove.

"When did you meet him?" Laswell sounds uncomfortable to even ask this.

"June two years ago." Price is squeezing his hand, smiling at him and Niks heart is skipping more than one beat. Why has Price such an effect on him?

"Are they selling some of the weapons?" Price is asking.

"I think some shipments are for selling, but as I said I didn't reach the rank to get that information."

"Do you have any idea how they found out?" Laswell is asking and he has.

"I might have said something about a US movie in... an unfortunate situation." Nik explains calmly looking down at the blanket.

"John, would you get me a coffee please?" Kate is asking, making Price frown, but he gets up and Niks hand automatically feels cold without Price's hand on his.

"What happened?" Kate is asking after the door is closed. Nik starts to fidelity with his fingers.

"I and Artyom had sex and I may have moaned John. So I made up a movie with the main character being named John and that it's from the US. I guess Artyom mentioned that and that tipped Sasha off." Nik explains mortifiedly, it's such an embarrassing reason to blow your cover. Laswell is nodding and god this is embarrassing.

"So what do you remember from being rescued?" Nik frowns at this, why would she ask that? So something must have happened.

"I was cold and laying on the floor, Sasha he cut me again and again and he rubbed something in the wound it burned so bad, then he just walked away and then I woke up here." He can't read Laswells face.

"What happened?" Nikolai is asking but she shakes her head.

"He should tell you himself." Price walks back in with a cup of coffee for Laswell and he knows that she meant Price. The hand returning to Nikolai's a worried smile at him.

"Did... did we kiss?" Nik is unsure if this is a vague memory or something he dreamed while full of pain killers and Price doesn't have to answer Laswell tried her best to not show any reaction but her eyes betrayed her watching Price out of the corner of her eye. Price stays silent, but his face is turning slightly pink. That's good enough for now.

"What's happening with me when I'm well enough to leave this building?" Nik is asking pretty sure the CIA is done with him.

"The FSB is interested in what you know and well you're giving into their custody." Kate answers and dread is filling Nik. Oh he's fucked in ways he didn't even know yet.

It takes a few weeks for Nik to get good enough to be discharged, at least physically the wounds on his mind are still bleeding. He gave Kate as much information as he could, but he and Price never talked about the kiss again. If it even happened and it hurts Kate is not helping he can't ask the brits because they are constantly on mission during his recovery. A dock at the door and Price comes in nearly fully geared up. With a few looks it's clear Price is about to be shooed out soon. Price sits down and has a strange look on his face, a bit like somebody put a lemon in his mouth and he's not allowed to spit it out.

"I wanted to say goodbye, you won't be here when I return from the mission." Nik's bad mood is dropping even further.

"How convenient for you isn't it?" Nik can't keep the bitterness out of his words. Price looks at the floor.

"Nik I..." Price still looks at the floor. "Kissing never felt like this for me. I'm confused by it"

Nik tries to not be a dick about it, if Price has to look at the floor for this talk is better than non talk. He still isn’t understanding what Price means with kissing never felt like this. Kissing is for fun or to get in the mood and the other can't mean it like that, he was bleeding out on the floor, on the verge of death, well maybe Price is into that?

"How do you mean this?" Nik is asking, trying not to jump to more conclusions.

"It's like in these bloody romance novels my mother reads. Kissing you sets my nerves on fire. Spread this nice feeling through my body or whatever else they use to describe kissing in these books." Nik knows what Price means. He read some romance novels his aunt owns. At that time he was already using sex as a way for attention so it always sounded stupid to him.

"So I'm your one true love?" Nik jokes and Price gives him an annoyed look for it.

"Can do a lot better than you." Nik is just raising his eyebrows at this utterly unconvinced.

"Bloody git is what you are", Price comments his facial expression.

"You started with romance novels not to forget you pinned me down to the ground the very first time we met."

"Because you ran away with the information we needed."

"You didn't even bought me dinner first."

"Listen you cunt." "Don't have one." "Fuck off." God he really forgot how easy to annoy Price, who takes a deep breath suddenly looking very serious.

"Can I kiss you?" "Huh" Nik makes rather unintelligent. He hadn't expected that honestly he don't even come up with an answer to piss Price off. The room stays silent Price looks uncomfortable, squirming in the chair look at the ground again.

"Forget it" "Yes" "huh" Price makes looking up.

"You can kiss me." Nikolai clarifies, if it's something Price needs he doesn't see why he shouldn't, it's just a kiss. Price Johnathan holds his chin, while leaning in. Lips carefully pressed against his, it's chaste, it's unsure and its boring. If Johnathan wants a kiss he should get the best Nik has to offer. Nik puts his hands in Johnathan's hair pulling back for a moment tiling his heat slightly to the left before sealing their lips together again. He presses his tongue between Johnathans lips whos opening his mouth. Nik licks in his mouth, while Johnathan still tries to figure out what's happening. It doesn't feel different from all the other kisses Nik had over the years, till Johnathan is using his tongue too. There's a funny feeling spreading through his body, that's Nik can only describe as not lust. His lips are prickling in a surprisingly good way. Before Nik fully pulls away he presses his lips against Johnathans again, licking over them, removing his hands out off the short hair and Johnathan sits down in the chair again.

"I..." Johnathan clearly don't know what to say.

"Goodbye Johnathan" is what Nik says and Price gets up. "Goodbye." Johnathan replies before leaving the room.

Over the years working with and for the FSB he heard about Johnathan Price, SAS from time to time mostly in terms of extremly dangerous, needs to be eliminated, capture if possible and some others. Nik himself thought of him as the person that will haunt his sex life forever. The Goodbye kiss really is unmatched even 6 years later. He still sleeps around, but he can't help but wonder how it would be to have the dangerous, lethal Johnathan Price under him. To fuck him into the matress, if he would beg, what sounds he would make in general. He's obsessed with it, honestly.

When a certain Kate Laswell asked him for black market weapons for an operation he sold them to her, from there a semi permanent business relationship is forming, they never talk about Price. Always staying on business but through his contacts he knows that some of the weapons go to Price. Whenever Kate asks if he can get certain models he knows its Price. Once he asked Kate if Price knows where these weapons come from she answered no. They don't met for another two years since he started working with Kate. He nearly didn't recognise him, a lot more muscle mass, a beard, that probably took the 8 years they haven't seen each other to grow and a stupid hat. The only thing that Nik is saying to him is that Laswell is sending him, before flying them away.

The new fantasies hes having he cant find people to fuck fast enough. It's frustrating, and Kate is not making it better by making him Price's personal chauffeur. They still don't talk Nik isn't even sure if other words then I want to fuck you would come out of his mouth sometimes. Then they unexpectedly meet in Sofia and Price nearly destroys the glass he's holding with his grip on it, while two women are all over Niks lap. The sex was excellent that night.

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Hey hey, you know I love a Golden Girls headcanon so pick your favourite of the girls and go for it. Can't wait to see what you think.

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

Hii friend!! Thank you so much, I love all of these! I hope you don't mind if I pick a different Girl for each one? :)

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

Dorothy likes receiving big, fancy bouquets of flowers (especially since it doesn’t happen often) from a lover/love interest, but ever since the divorce, she can’t shake the feeling that they’re fake: Stan used to gift her flowers to get back in her good graces whenever they had a fight, so she can’t help but mistrust them. She appreciates them, of course, but she’d much rather get something small and thoughtful, like a card/letter, a good meal, or a *small* and well thought-out collection of pretty flowers.

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

Sophia's beloved rosary was a gift from her mother, for her marriage to Guido Spirelli (the one she had annulled when she left for America). She brought it over from Sicily on the ship; it's one of her most prized possessions.

hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

Rose picked up smoking when she was fairly young, soon after her wedding, to deal with the stress and anxiety caused by Charlie's traveling salesman career. She was forced to stop because of her plow injury (after which, ironically, she ended up developing her canon addiction to painkillers).

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

It's canon that Rose likes to knit when she's upset; I headcanon that she somehow manages to rope Blanche into it. Maybe she asks for her help with a difficult pattern, or to hold some wool, or maybe she somehow makes it into a challenge and Blanche has no choice but to compete -- whatever the case, Blanche eventually realizes that she's tempted to pick up a pair of needles and a ball of yarn whenever she's especially stressed, or she needs to untangle a mess in her head. How she makes her knitwear look so racy is anybody's guess, but her bedroom's visitors can attest to it.

hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

Dorothy is a pretty good hairdresser! Not in a professional sense, she's just good at cutting other people's hair, because especially during the early stages of her marriage with Stan she was the one doing the haircuts for the whole family. They had no money for hairdresser's, but she still wanted her loved ones (Kate and Michael in particular) to look nice and and feel good about themselves, so she learned out of necessity. By the time canon rolls around all the Girls go to the hairdresser's regularly, so I'm not sure if Blanche and Rose would ever find out, but if they do, they're definitely going to take advantage of Dorothy's experience as much as possible. :)

(Sophia also cut her children's hair, but I figure she wasn't as concerned with their appearance as Dorothy was. As long as they didn't look like wild animals, the haircut was fine.)

[Thematic headcanons]

[izzysarchivedblogs]

He's only really half listening to Tony, as he comes up with an idea for the boat. Going out on the boat after a morning meeting, than being on the boat over night (which actually didn't sound bad at all) and than coming back. IT'S A NICE IDEA. It'd be better if it was not associated with celebrating the fact that as for Clint's legal troubles?

❝ Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Whatever day works out, I gotta figure out where and when I'm getting my hours in the week. ⸺ You'll need to sign off on that, along with where I'm doing my hours to sign. ❞

He's been pardoned, given a second chance and shown forgiveness. That's a tough thing to swallow when today has felt like the topic for that. NEEDING TO MAKE PLANS TO CALL. Promising to call Kate this week, and he can't go back on that.

Clint's going to have start doing that, crawl his way back to everyone. Apologize, ask for their forgiveness, and asks what he can do to make amends, admit that he's an alcoholic too and that's affected them too. BE OPEN WITH HIS LIFE.

He's trying to be positive about this; because it's a good thing. An incredibly LUCKY thing. BARTON LUCK; IT ALWAYS RUNS OUT EVENTUALLY. Clint knows that should be grateful, make a call to the goddamn mayor's office about it, and be glad that he won't have to spend his recovery, being sober on trial, or possibly being put behind bars.

IT'S A GOOD THING. Yet he doesn't think that it is. Thinks that maybe he shouldn't even bother with painkillers because maybe the pain is deserved, being painless is something he should earn and he's not there yet. A punishment for what he's lacking, community service sounds like luxury.

IF YOU SAY SO. Clint scoffs as Tony points out that he didn't do those thing on a broken knee. ❝ It's healed mostly anyways. IT'S FINE. I'll tell you when it's not. ❞ No, he won't but Clint was hoping on Tony to trust him.

He stands up when Jarvis gets here, stretching and he hadn't thought that Jarvis would be here so early; which mean he'll have to fight the man on letting him cook for himself (and tony ass well as jarvis were welcome to whatever was made).

❝ Hey ⸻ I was about to get to cooking myself something. ❞ Clint had been sitting for maybe all of ten minutes, not enough time before he's moving about the kitchen, trying to figure out what he wants to eat. ❝ Brandy was just telling me what she wanted to do with you while we were out tonight. ❞

Brandy blows a raspberry and grabs both her feet, rocking backward with the biggest smile on her face when Clint talks to her about going on the boat. Not for the first time, Tony is struck by how goddamn cute she is.

"The boat will be good. You know what we could do? We could do a morning meeting, go out on the boat overnight, and come back and do an evening meeting the next day."

It would be a nice break for them both. A little getaway without Clint having to avoid any responsibilities. They'd only really need to worry about PT and therapy and that could be worked around depending on what time of they day they were booked for.

He wasn't sure about Clint's claim about being fine was accurate. But he wouldn't fight it. It wasn't too far to the church from here, and they could always catch a cab back if need be. And it wasn't like Tony didn't overdo it anytime he injured himself. He treated injury as more of a minor inconvenience than something you actually needed to recover from.

"If you say so," he said. "Though you generally don't do any of that with a broken knee."

The bell sounded and Tony took a look at the security cam. "Jarvis is here!" he said to Brandy.

Brandy squeaked and clapped her hands, and Tony went to let him in. He greeted the man with a hug and led him in to the kitchen.

"Good afternoon, sir," Jarvis said and his face lit up when he saw Brandy who was now babbling and waving her hands around. "Why hello, little miss. I am very happy to see you too."