#Kate is the foster mom

[a-member-of-minuteswithmandm]

After 7 years, Workin' Moms is over and I'm gonna miss having a show based on Toronto that I can catch all the references

Kate Foster was a gem of a character (shout out to Catherine Reitman) and I spent so much time laughing while watching this show. Literally the zombie mannequin head giving Kate oral sex honestly killed me 😭😭

Kate and Anne's friendship was a rollercoaster and I really didn't love where it ended up, plus I dont think that Anne and Alice's storyline ended in a way that made sense (why is she going to Australia? What happened to Anne's TBI from the beginning of the season?)

High level opinions: Jenny was the worst she should have been written off. Sloane was great, and she and Paul were such a fun addition to the show. Val was weird and whatever. I actually missed Frankie even though I didn't expect to and I really miss Giselle. Nathan Junior was the best cast addition that the writers made. Lionel was too sweet for Anne

Basically the show was a fun watch for the last 7 years! That being said, this final season was very all over the place - like Kate and Ram was the a storyline for half the season and then it fizzled into nothing else? Plus out of no where Kate selling her her company and then going back with Rosie, Richard and Mo made no sense?

There were definitely a lot of areas where there was room for improvement, but overall it was a funny show and I'm glad to have been able to watch it over the past few years. Watch our review here (plus we have a guest this episode!) :

[annarexcouture]

[wouldshesnip]

Maya Bronte and Kate Foster (Workin' Moms)

In the episode Mother Knows Breast, Maya and Kate have to explain circumcision to their sons after they notice they're different.

Maya's son Axel "has a hat" because she "doesn't believe in genital mutilation."

Kate's son Charlie doesn't because he's "one of God's chosen people" and "no hat makes it easier to clean."

Would She Snip?: No, yes

[cat-in-a-box13]

Twister Headcanons Pt. 3

Family edition!

Tyler has a good relationship with his parents, but they live in Texas, so he only really sees them on holidays and a couple of times during the summer. He has three older sisters but only gets to see his oldest sister regularly since she also lives in Arkansas. The other two live in Texas near their parents, and Florida. The youngest two have kids, and they all think Tyler has the absolute coolest job in the world. He might not see them in person very often, but he never misses a chance to FaceTime with them.

Dani's parents disowned her after she came out to them. She doesn't talk to any of her biological family anymore, but Tyler started bringing her home with him for holidays as soon as he met her, and the kids all call her Aunt Dani. She cried the first time Tyler's mom hung up a stocking with her name on it at Christmas.

Boone's mom was a teenager when she had him and gave him up to the foster system as soon as he was born. He bounced around in the system and ended up finding her after he became an adult. They're friends, but he considers her more of a cool older cousin than a mom. He has several younger half-siblings, but they don't know Boone's relationship to them and just think he's Mommy's cool new friend.

Lily's parents are hippies and are totally down with their daughter's crazy job. They've guest-starred on the channel before, and Boone thinks they're the coolest people ever. She's an only child, and she's super close to her mom. They moved around a lot when she was little, so she doesn't have a lot of childhood friends that she still talks to.

Dexter's father passed away a few years ago and his mom is getting up there in age. She lives in Michigan with his older brother, and they've been discussing moving her into a home. There's a little bit of tension between Dexter and his brother because Dexter lives so far away and can't help much with their mom's day to day care.

I already talked about Javi's family in pt 2

Kate was the product of a one-night stand. She never met her dad, and it's always been just her and Cathy. When she was younger, she kept asking her mom for a sibling. Once Javi moved in next door, she decided he was close enough and quit asking.

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

Random SCOGUE headcanon because I need to vent and don’t feel like writing coherently I’m sorry 🥲

Angel’s Wings

You know how Rogue and Scott were in that Music Store in 5th Avenue when they overheard some customers talking about Angel?

And Scott was listening to something and seemed into it before Rogue nudged him?

Well…*cracks knuckles to share stuff no one needs or wants to hear*

She was sharing with him her favorite goth alternative music.

Performed by her favorite musician:

GOBLIN QUEEN.

Scott had never heard of her. Rogue then explained that GOBLIN QUEEN is less of a mainstream artist and more of an underground/indie/anonymous one. She goes on to gush about her favorite songs (ex. A Nothing Being in a Nowhere Place) and albums she managed to buy/burned onto cds (ex. LIMBO and ANODYNE), but laments that she’s never been able to find the one called INFERNO.

By sheer dumb luck (aka contrived coincidence à la me), Scott manages to find an authentic copy of the album INFERNO later on. Did he get another cd Rogue liked by another goth band she liked beforehand for her? Of course he did. But he saw how her eyes sparkled and how animated she was talking about that singer. Also, the music he had heard was pretty cool. So he was always on the look out for it.

Unserious (?) sub-headcanon based on what Josh Whedon once said about Buffy Summers from Buffy: The Vampire Slayer:

Scott and Buffy Summers are cousins on his Dad’s side.

They probably were initially on “Christmas Card” terms with each other (maybe their parents had a falling out (Did the series ever mention if Buffy’s surname came from her mom or dad?) or something and that’s why they didn’t reach out after the plane crash that killed Christopher and Kate and separated Scott and Alex or they only took in Scott for a little bit before giving him to foster care.) and barely speak.

He probably reached out again via a video chat during some holiday occasion (some time after the events of Apocalypse), both of them going the usual “how’s life? fine, how ‘bout you? same old stuff. cool, cool…” (bc she doesn’t know he’s a mutant and he doesn’t know she’s a vampire slayer). He offhandedly mentioned the INFERNO CD by GOBLIN QUEEN that his friend really wants and joked that his current Christmas wish was to find it…only for Buffy to comment that one of her friends had that album. Cue Scott begging Buffy for more information on how her friend got it, and he successfully obtains it for Rogue.

At this point, Rogue is dating Gambit (are they serious? is it casual? do they both genuinely like each other but are both knowingly distracting themselves from their unresolved feelings for others?) , while Scott and Jean are either still together (happily or is it strained bc they are starting to want different things in life and each other but are hoping to make it work regardless of each other’s clearer and conflicting focuses) or have quietly broken up.

Scott finally either found a lead via the previosly mentioned sub-headcanon or something else. Either way, it leads him to a random goth girl who looks oddly familiar, though he cannot for the life of him figure out why.

Scott: *trying to place where he has seen this girl before despite most likely never having met her in his life*

Mysterious Goth Gal: you’ll have a better chance of asking me out if you actually use your words instead of thinking them, chum 😜

Scott: ?!

He noticed she is has a tattoo that says GOBLIN QUEEN. He pointed it out and asked if she liked her music. Is unsure why when she answers yes she is grinning at him like she knows something that he doesn’t. She asks him if he’s a fan, or if there was a pretty goth girl he was trying to impress, winking at him.

Cue Scott talking about Rogue, anything and everything about her (save the mutant part), partially how she introduced him to the GOBLIN QUEEN’s music, but then evolves into how even the little things that she does or says he muses about with quiet admiration and fondness.

Mysterious Goth Gal: …*already jumped ship from making moves on him to shipping him like crazy with this girl he’s so obviously in love with like what*

Scott: *mid unconsciously simping for Rogue* and I wish I could find that INFERNO Album for her, but—

Mysterious Goth Gal: WAIT RIGHT THERE I CAN GET YOU A SIGNED COPY.

Scott: Huh?

Rogue was dumbstruck and ecstatic when Scott presented to her what he jokes is her belated Christmas gift when they meet up, asking multiple times how he got it.

He mentioned that it was autographed, so she opened it:

GOBLIN QUEEN: To Rogue: -insert obligatory autograph stuff- + PS. I wanted to give this to you for free, but your boyfriend insisted on paying full. What a boy scout. I’m rooting for the both of you! ;D

Rogue: ………………

Scott: ? What did she say?

[rocknroll7575]

Jaune " neon currently elm is your foster mom yes?"

Neon kate nodds

Jaune hands her a jfom shirt " fucked your mom

Neon: ... Lucky Bitch...

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Family Challenge

The following are prompts including the theme of Family! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

Generic Prompts

Secret family/spouse/child.

Character A meets B’s family.

Characters A and B throw a baby shower.

AU where two team members are siblings.

The Team throws a MHM (missed holiday meal).

Characters A and B decide to adopt a pet together.

Character A takes an interest in B’s family tradition.

Sometimes a family includes more than two parents.

Characters A and B decide to foster a child/teenager.

Character A comes to terms with B not being the marrying type.

Character A confesses to B that they don’t want children. B is relieved.

Character A reassures B that it’s okay to let go of abusive biological relatives.

Take your family to work day at the BAU brings together a rather eclectic group of individuals (of varying ages, backgrounds, and species).

Character A is surprised by how different B seems now that they left the BAU and have a functioning family life.

Character A reassures B about their fears of being a bad parent following a troubled childhood.

Character A is worried that their child will be dealbreaker for dating. They are surprised when B’s date invitation includes their child.

Character dates a family member of one of their teammates. Awkwardness ensues.

Character(s) help(s) Child through something (break up, bad grades, loss of a friend).

Character A accidentally refers to B as "Mom/Dad"

Whatever else you can think of!

NSFW & Character-Specific Prompts below.

Character-Specific Prompts

Spencer saying goodbye to his mother gets harder every time.

Penelope & Emily negotiate Sergio's custody agreement.

JJ & Kate bond over losing a sister.

Penelope, Derek, Hotch, and/or Tara bond over the loss of a parent.

Rossi, Tara, and/or Hotch reflect on the high rate of divorce in the BAU.

Hotch & Jessica co-parent Jack.

Derek, Hotch, Tara, and/or Penelope's sibling is very suspicious about Character’s partner.

Kate helps Character through the adoption process.

Alex & Spencer bond over the loss of a child/mother, and fill in those blanks for each other.

Rossi & JJ open up about the loss of her pregnancy and the death of his son.

NSFW Prompts

Pregnancy kink

Mommy/Daddy kink

Parents finally get some much needed alone time.

Characters A and B decide to make a baby (for real).

Rules

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[alwaysshallow]

— coffee at midnight, part 3

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

Sometimes things are just too rough. He's here to make everything easier. (3,9 k)

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AO3 version

Having something stable in your life was rare – you learned that at very young age, when you were tossed from one family to another. Trying so desperately to find a right home, to fit somewhere because after five foster families, you had your hope low.

Well, at least that was until a sweet couple of two women started to be interested in adopting you. First, you were hesitant. Like, no one could blame you, right? The amount of families that you've talked with and nothing came out of it, it was pretty sad for a child to be fooled like that. Yet, when everything was finalized, and Kate presented you the room with full pride, walls painted on your favorite color (she asked!) you cried.

Genuinely cried because you never thought you'd find a family like that. Two moms, who loved every version of you, wanted the best for you. Adopted by the best people in the world, eleven year old, you were on the cloud nine.

You finally had your people.

That "stable" thing also applied to relationships of every sort – friendships, boyfriends you had. Hell, boyfriend-girlfriends type of status scared the shit out of you, considering how many times you ended up crying over something, someone. If you would think about it, nothing really survived through time – maybe that's why you build a wall between you and everyone. Except your moms.

And, except Addison. She was your dearest best friend from high school days and you could trust her with everything at this point. The amount of times she was by your side in your darkest moments or saddest, like when Jake dumped you for some blond chick from cheerleader squad. You remembered vividly how she encouraged you to throw eggs at his car.

The two of you were the equivalent of all these memes about best friends. Dumb ones; the ones where you knew so many shit about each other, so if your friendship somehow would end, you'd have to kill the other person. What was more funny, it was literally like that, even if you were in military and automatically had less time.

When you were on leave? Hell, you reserved at least two days straight just for her, to tell all the tea (the tea wasn't classified at least) or to listen to it. You loved her too much.

Those walls were up until Task Force 141 came in – and specifically that one goddamn person, but you didn't need to bring him up in your mind to know that. Even if it was military thingy, you were like a found family, which was ironic, considering you thought it's gonna be 'job only' relationships.

Yet, that found family bond was so strong that when you were on leave, it was impossible not to contact each other. Not only groupchats were alive (on every platform possible), but also you met with them if there was a slight chance for that. Most of you were going home, and almost everyone before taking that "vacation" wanted to meet again. In normal circumstances, without that big "we're military" thing, so you had a few bars to swing in.

Where no one knew who the hell the six of you were, where you played pool with strangers, being experienced after late night sessions in military. Or, darts, where you once lost and almost scratched guy's eyes out when he bragged about it, and you were completely done since you loved darts.

Well, that was where boys came to conclusion that they won't even try to participate in Monopoly with you, or Ludo. Just because you were "violent" or something like this; you didn't pay attention to that because you had a plan to convince them anyway. They would always fold, especially when some money was on the table to win.

All in all, you loved them, honestly. Their humor, even if you rolled your eyes multiple times, being the only woman, except the moments when Farah or Kate helped you in field. Hell, they were irritating on purpose, only to get a reaction out of you, especially with jokes about women. But, they slowly learned that they could have other things to joke about.

Yet, they were still respectful, even if they were men.

You also loved the way you could count of them. Every situation, every little bump on the road, they were here. Maybe it was shared experience, but you knew it was not only that – empathy counted in this one too, as well as care.

Because here, everyone cared. Even on leave, maybe especially then since inner demons never slept. It wasn't something you all talked about openly, but one glance at someone could be enough to tell if someone was bothered.

Either by the past, the present, or the future. Soldiers had way too many things on their minds on all times, buried deep, so it wouldn't be a problem on the field, when they needed to focus. There were more important things, like killing the enemy, getting intel, protecting the civilians. No time for being emotional, no?

Everyone knew that eventually, it will spill all over.

And when it would, it was sure as hell it's not gonna be pretty.

Probably your moment came right after getting back to base. One day, Price told you – one day to "reset", and the next day, 2 P.M. sharp, all of the team was needed to be back in the field. You wish he wouldn't say that; you needed anything but to rest. Not after a bad day. Not after failing one part of the mission. Not after your uniform was covered in so much dirt and blood you couldn't even see your face properly or hands.

You looked nothing like your previous version, not to mention the mimics and the blank stare in the mirror. Trying to ignore it? Impossible, especially when your hands shook, as you tried to take off your clothes and wash yourself in shared bathrooms. You knew that no one will bother you at almost midnight, they were probably asleep, or playing poker.

With a sigh, you adjusted the water to your liking; it was warm, but not too warm, just perfect for a quick shower. Or, you thought it was gonna be a quick one – you needed a one scrub of your body, and one look at blood coming down the drain, to sit on the floor of the cabine. Unable to make another move, because for the first time in the while, you couldn't even wash properly.

"For fuck's sake" you cursed under your breath, mad at yourself; you were a soldier. You should be able to get yourself clean, to not make a big of the deal of something that happened many times your career.

You saw those situations multiple times, and right back then, under the shower, you were like a broken piece. Broken piece, who suddenly had all of images right in front of her eyes. Images of blood, dirt, broken bones, dead bodies. Voices in your head, people screaming, trying to get you to help them, but you couldn't do shit without orders.

With a loud sigh, you bent your legs, pulling them closer to you, your forehead pressed to knees. Involuntary tears streamed down your face. It was hard not to cry every once in a while to wind off, to let all out of the emotions go away, before they will buckle up once again. Hard was scrubbing your body, while you thought the worst of yourself, but you had to brush everything off. No matter how long it would take, it was necessary.

It was aggravating how badly you wanted to close your eyes, but couldn't since too many images were playing in your head. That's why you were staring blankly at your dirty skin, trying to actually pull yourself together, to make yourself stand again, to scrub your body reminding you of everything. For the first time in a while, you felt like you're losing yourself again, like you don't know what to do, genuinely.

Am I too much? Am I a monster? Of course I am a monster. With a blood at my hands – you thought, clearing your throat, when it started burning. You felt like in any moment, you would burst out crying.

You punched the white tiles right in front of you out of frustration; it was supposed to help in a way, but it didn't, considering that your knuckles came out scratched. And, what's more to it, a little bloody.

That was also the moment when you realized Soap was looking at you, in shock – before, you didn't even notice his presence in community showers. He looked like he wanted to say something, but out of respect, he looked away for a moment, coughing awkwardly.

You couldn't care less at that moment in which state he sees you in.

"I just walked in. I'm... 'm not some kind of creep" he started, stumbling on his own words. He wasn't the best with them in moments like these, you knew that, but appreciated still. "Couldn't find ya, no one knew, and... I was lookin'..."

"I get it, okay" you sighed, clearing your throat.

Maybe you should care that he saw you practically naked – practically because curled like this, he couldn't see your intimate parts or anything, but you didn't. You just were... staring in the wall, again.

"What do you want? Something happened?" you finally looked at him, and he raised his eyebrow, confused that you're even saying something like this, implying that he wants something from you.

"What? No, everything's alright, I just... 'st saw your face when you got out of the jeep. And, there's something wrong with ya, lass, every time you don't say goodnight."

You raised an eyebrow too.

"Fuck. You know what I mean, hen. Don't act clueless."

Of course you knew.

"Yeah, I just..." you bit your cheek from inside.

It was a hard call for you – to share what was on your mind or not. Right, as best friends to the grave (that's what Soap called your relationship multiple times), in theory it was a must. In theory only though, because practice was... a little different.

A lot to take, that's for sure, and everyone had their own problems to deal with – you knew it too well – and as his best friend, you knew his shit that he had to live through. He had enough of his bullshit, to hear about yours, but it was clear that Soap MacTavish wasn't the one who gives up easily.

If anything, he could get more curious about the problem and be more nagging, trying to help because "that's what he does best". It wouldn't probably even be another talk, but small gestures, and as much as you loved these types of things, you wanted to forget what bothered you. So, the easiest way was just to tell him.

"I see their faces. Everyone. Everyone from today, but also from the past. That pregnant lady that I killed right before I met you" you eventually said; quietly, like it was something ignominious to even think of.

It was something ironic to think, considering that you always cared about mental health and told everyone around you how feelings matter, how they are validated to feel everything. Kate taught you that, making a strong point about it when you usually were very closed about telling her your difficulties. She wanted to make you feel heard if you'd be willing to share anything, even something so little, even if you thought it was stupid.

Yet, you still felt bad.

"Terrorist." he corrected you, keeping the low tone. It seemed like the most important thing to him – to correct you that was a terrorist first, pregnant lady second. "It was you or her."

"It's not important, Johnny. My point is, we fucked up. I fucked up, pretty badly. Not only blew our plan, but someone had to pay the price. And I fucking can't even look at myself!" you laughed, feeling bitter and even weaker than before.

It was a tragedy that he had to see you like this.

"I can't even fucking wash myself because I see all of this blood, shallow wounds, and I just..." you shook your head, trying not to break more.

Especially right in front of him, when he was looking at you with... pity?

When you covered eyes with your hand, trying to separate yourself from that feeling, you could hear his footsteps coming closer. Next thing he did was dropping to his knees, at least that what it sounded like, considering that your view wasn't on him.

"I have nightmares lately. Bad ones. And from that dehydration today, from having to see the executions for getting fucking intel... it's just becomes worse. And worse. And worse."

"It's your job. You're good at it. Your job." his voice is steady and quiet, such a contrast to yours; breaking, shaky.

"I'm fucking disgusting, that's what I am." it came out snarky, sudden. You know he doesn't deserve that; he meant the best for you, he always did. Putting you before him, which irritated the shit out of you.

Many times you thought he deserved a better friend.

"I'm supposed to kill bad guys and protect good ones, not to let kill good guys for an intel. It's another fuck up mission, it's getting to my head. If we're doing any good."

"We are doing good. I... I think."

Hearing those words was something like a breaking point for you; you looked at Soap kneeling beside you, the corner of lips twitching before you broke into uncontrollable laughter. It quickly became maniac, something that you had no control over, just to transform into involuntary crying because it was enough. He thought team was doing good?

Thought wasn't enough. You needed a proof, something visible, something on paper that not even everything, but most of your work is needed and does good. Words weren't enough, and his hesitance was just a nail to a coffin you already were in because you chose this work for a reason. Helping people, make them feel safe.

As you looked at Soap, his presence was just melting the walls you had – as always, next to him, you were unable to lie or pretend like with everyone else. You felt you could just throw everything out of your system without wondering if it's appropriate. And you were crying, and laughing, and just making yourself crazy in front of him, yet he wasn't saying anything about it.

You didn't know what was happening in this moment as you were shaking; you just registered that his hands are slowly coming to you, and before he could hug you or anything, you decided to push him away a bit.

"I'm a fucking mess, Johnny." you babbled, trying to get your voice steady again. "Go, I have to... shower. It's pathetic."

A beat of silence passed between you two, before Scot decided to come even closer, pushing you deeper into the cabin. From that moment, he was getting wet too from shower stream.

"Let me."

You blinked.

"What?" you raised an eyebrow, confused what he means by "let me." Let him what? Let him tell you another story how you are brave for the work you're doing, or...

"I'm gonna help you in washing. That's what I mean."

"You're insane. I'm not going to use you like that." you stated, clearing your throat.

A certain wave of embarrassment went through you, like you just realized how bare you were; even if he couldn't see your front properly, you brought your legs closer to your chest, defense mechanism or some sort.

It was another thing that hit you, when you thought about it – how he was always there if you needed him, even if you didn't want him around for his own sake. No matter what it was, he was there, to help you. To make things better, even if it seemed like the shittiest situation in the world.

"It's not like I would take advantage of you, you know that. You're in a bad state" he whispered. "Let me do it. Please. You're gonna do the front, I'm gonna do the back."

"MacTavish-" "-please." he spoke quietly, tenderly – you heard him like this for a first time.

It was a silent agreement to his proposition when you gave him the second sponge; you didn't think that you could say "yes" to it out loud. It seemed embarrassing, it seemed like another overcrossing of a boundary.

Johnny's movements were slow and silky, like he was afraid to hurt you deeper than you were already since you closed your eyes, taking a deep, shaky breaths to ease yourself. Blood and dirt were coming down the drain, making you sick even more with a thought of people that had to be left behind.

Thinking it was some kind of encouragement seeing how all of it comes off, so you won't see "memories" of the mission, you decided to finally scrub your front, giving the whole attention to it. Because you couldn't miss a single piece, you just... needed to separate your body from the events that happened.

Move on to another, to another mission the next day. Time wasn't on your side when it was coming to processing everything on your own, lying in your bed without purpose, trying to tell yourself you weren't a bad person.

No.

You were a soldier. Safety of the world was before anything, even before you, your mental health, anything.

Twenty long minutes, and the next thing Soap did was washing your long hair with certain softness to it, massaging your scalp. If conditions were different, you'd probably joke and laugh about it, teasing him how good he does it and maybe he needs to think about changing careers.

Instead, you were just silent, eyes closed.

You always insisted on doing things alone – you learned it was the best way to not be disappointed; if you don't expect shit from people, you're not gonna be sad after, right? The perfect prevention from possible heartbreak. Not exactly how Kate raised you considering that she always reminded you about making friends to make life easier, but... life verified a lot of things actually. However, lessons from your mom were still appreciated, of course, even if you didn't quite apply them to life out of... fear? Yeah. Fear of being disappointed again.

Better to build walls around you than letting people in.

Version of you before Task Force 141 would hate you for allowing Johnny to help you like this, but the version after, the version of you that lied in bed with him, the version that trained with him, the version that was his partner in the missions?

You couldn't help but appreciate all of it. You wouldn't allow it for anyone else but him, your rock, your person, someone that you trusted to the end of the line. Someone that seen you in your worst right now, and still was there.

"Everything will be alright" Soap cooed, which made you open your eyes to look back at him; his eyes locked in moment with yours. "I'm here, yes? I'm not gonna leave you."

He was soaked, you realized; just because he sat with you under that shower, still in his shirt and cargo pants that he was on a mission with, his boots kicked to the side. You wondered if he was even comfortable enough. Probably not, and yet, he was still by your side.

"Everyone leaves anyway." you said quietly, looking away from him, as soon as you said that, feeling how he tensed. "Not me, hen. Not me." he replied in soft tone – yet again, different than he used usually, and different totally from the one he used out in the field.

Amusing to think that man was shouting few hours ago to you to get down and with ease killed a man hand to hand with his pocket knife; such a contrast to his softness. Such a contrast to hands that held a gun, such a contrast to his voice, now sweet and dripping with honey, easing your nerves, such a contrast to his image in the field.

"You have your own demons, Johnny. You don't need here to sit with me and try to fight with mine, when you have problems. It's..."

"I do have them, yeah." he interrupted you. "I fight 'em when I'm with you – selfishly, in order to fight with them, I just need ya around, healthy and recovered. I can't do that when you're injured like that. Shattered to pieces."

He got up then and tossed you a towel to catch, while you still were bamboozled by his words; you caught it though, wrapping yourself around it quickly. Johnny saw your bare back, but he didn't need to see front.

"I'll meet you in your room, hen. Gotta wash myself" he hummed. "Or, you want to help me?" Soap raised his eyebrow, smiling with the corner of his lips – clearly, he wanted to cheer you up a bit.

"You wish, MacTavish." you replied, collecting your dirty clothes swiftly. You nudged him with your hip. "You want some coffee? I think I need one."

"Yeah! Give me ten minutes."

You spent with him two hours when he came from the shower – it was disappointing considering you wanted to talk with him more, but you had to wake up early to move onto next installment of the mission. The other thing that was different than normal? If you'd have another day off, your little chat would have alcohol involved, but in these conditions you had to be good, so you just talked with him, a mug of coffee in your hands.

Coffee at midnight, as always.

Mission wasn't one of the hardest – getting intel you needed in Mexico, asking civilians about some things, so you were pretty calm when you arrived at the place. Small village; Alejandro said something about "being cautious" with people here since they were sneaky and who knew better than him? That's why you were on high alert, even if Soap was making jokes of you having "stick up your ass".

Mostly he was joking, though, you knew that he appreciated that you had your eyes everywhere.

It was the dynamic between you two – him goofing around with you rolling your eyes at him or goofing with him which usually irritated the shit out of Ghost that tried to do his job.

Back then, you were in mood number two, considering what happened yesterday at night. Your mind was still partially in that moment, with his hands being all over your back and his fingers gently massaging your scalp with all of his attention. It felt so vivid, like he would be doing it in the moment you were wandering around small village, not the night before. You already missed his gentleness, his soothing words, and...

And you were far from admitting it fully, since you shook your head, scolding yourself in your mind to focus, not daydream.

It was nothing, he'd probably do it for everyone.

At least you thought.

[themultifandomgal]

Hey!

I have a Matt Casey request for you.

What if Casey was together with Kelly severide’s little sister who also is the PIC for ambo 61 and her partner on ambo is Gabby Dawson.

Y/n and Casey have decided that they want to adopt Louie and they are trying to do this, but it is hard when they are basically just dating and they aren’t married or even engaged.

After the celebration of 100 years anniversary at Molly’s, Casey and y/n decides to get married at the courthouse and of course everyone from the firehouse are at the courthouse to see everything and even Benny Severide is there to see his daughter getting married.

A few moments between y/n, Severide and Louie.

Moment between y/n, Severide and Benny.

Moments between Louie and Casey.

And moments between Casey, y/n and louie.

Something that’s based on season 5 episode 8

Matt Casey- Courthouse

How are we at Mollys celebrating 100 years of Mollys, well the bar. I hold my boyfriend, Matt, hand while standing next to my older brother Kelly. He's the reason I became a PIC for ambo 61 and the reason I met Matt. That's was a few years ago. I'm also holding on to the little boy I saved on my hip named Louis. We've both fallen in love with this little chap and so are currently fostering him, with the intent to adopt but it's looking to be a challenge because Matt and I aren't married or even engaged. I would be seen as a single mom.

"Ok" Herrmann grabs all of our attention as he stands on a chair "everybody, uh listen. 100 of anything is impressive but uh, 100 years for a bar that is down right magical. Back then there was no television, radio..."

"Well if we want to be specific radios we're actually invented in 1895 making them over a hundred years old"

"Who invited the history nerd" Hermann points at me making us all laugh

"Sorry. Continue" I tell him

"There was just neighbourhood with hard working people who needed a place filled with family"

"As long as Capone wasn't around" Mouch comments

"That's what this building is about" Herrmann continues "this place was built on Chicago soil and the original soil was rough and bloody, but Mollys, Mollys foundation is built on love" I can already feel tears starting the threaten "I don't care if that's corny. But it's built on love and you can feel it every time you walk in here. So heres to the next 100"

"Let's get married"

"What?" I frown looking at Matt

"Let's get married. Right now"

"Let's go" I smile feeling giddy

"Come here bud" Matt takes Louis from my arms and kisses his forehead

"Where are you guys going?" Herrmann stops us before we leave

"We're going to get married" Matt replies

"What? Guys they're finally getting married!" Herrmann shouts at the top of his lungs

"Not without us" Sylvie

When we all arrive at the courthouse I see mine and Kelly's dad and also our half sister Kate. I frown looking at Kelly confused

"What's dad doing here?" I ask

"I called him and Kate. Thought he'd want to see at least one of his kids get married" Kelly says "and well I know you and Kate talk all the time so"

"Thank you Kell"

"Let's do this!" dad yells clapping his hands. Kelly picks Louis up

"Hey little man. Ready to watch mommy and daddy get married?" he asks Louis who claps nodding his head. I take our dads arm while Kelly stands at the front with Matt

"We don't really need to do this do we? It's not like it's a proper wedding"

"Hey this is a proper wedding. It's your wedding" dad says. He walks me to Matt who takes my hands in his "you look after her"

"I will don't worry"

"Because if he doesn't he'll have me to deal with" Kelly says making all of us laugh.

The minister does his thing, we say our I do's and then we're pronounced husband and wife. We all head back to Mollys to celebrate. I watch as Louis is dancing with Matt

"So, that's going to be my grandson then?"

"Yeah" I give dad a smile "well as long as the adoption papers go through. We're doing them first thing in the morning"

"They'll got through promise" Kelly gives me a nudge "how couldn't they. Louis is so loved and safe with you and Matt. Hell Louis has the whole of the firehouse, PD and Med that will look after him"

"I'm proud of you YN. Both of you" wow dad actually is being super nice. Maybe weddings really do bring people together

"Mommy, dance" Louis says holding his hands out to me. I get up from my seat and join him and Matt dancing together

"You know we love you Louis, we both love you so much" Matt says hugging both of us.

The next day Matt and I walk into the firehouse with Louis holding both our hands

"You two going on a honeymoon?"

"No they are not. We all know what happened on a honeymoon" Kelly responds to mouch

"Shut up" I roll my eyes at my brother "Louis let's go and get some breakfast" I pick him up and take him to the kitchen, sitting him down on a chair

"Cheerios again?" Kelly walks in ruffling Louis hair

"He loves them"

"So when do you find out if you've got Louis?"

"In a week or so" I place the cereal in front of Louis and sit next to him. Kelly sits the other side

"You are going to be one loved and luckily boy" Kelly says to Louis "I've always got yours, your moms and dads back. That's a promise"

[yourleftpinkytoe-blog]

Aftg x FNAF fic idea.

BACKGROUND

February, 1997- drake spear is (dishonorably) discharged from the marines.

the spear family decides to purchase a local pizza place (the upper middle class family thought it would be a good environment to raise foster kids also it’s a place where Richard can put his robotic prowess to use)

they have had two (foster kids) so far and for some reason none of them stick.

June, 1997- drake moves out of his parents house.

July, 1997- the business takes off under the spears management.

Children love the robots.

October, 1997- a child goes missing at the restaurant.

The police questioned the owners but determined none had anything to do with it.

They were wrong.

March, 1998- 12 year old Andrew Doe was placed in the care of the spears.

Two months later he meets drake (he was busy with the investigation and didn’t want to risk getting caught)

Andrew got quiet after that. (more so than usual)

The next two years are basically the same as canon for Andrew except the existence of Freddy Fazbears.

June, 2000- four children go missing at the pizzeria.

Drake tries to make Andrew watch the last one.

Andrew fights back(for the first time)

He couldn’t care less about himself but he draws the line at watching drake hurt other kids.

June, 2000- the Andrew Doe became the fifth victim of the 2000 missing children’s incident.

None of the children’s bodies are found.

Backtrack to two years earlier.

The business is loosing patronage because of the first murder.

Nathan Wesninskie, mob boss and serial killer, Nathan sees the goings down and decides to invest in the company to keep it going.

{Idk his reasoning but bare with me here}

Back in July, 2000- Nathan sends Lola and the newly caught Alex Nathaniel to clean up drakes mess.

Dead kids is not something Nathan wants to publicly be associated with.

Nathaniel tries to run.

Andrew gains a friend.

They are two enraged and vengeful souls stuck in the same vessel.(golden Freddy)

The actual story

Aarons pov. October 2000

He’s alone.

His mom is distant and neglectful.

But she’s never hurt him.(in canon she doesn’t start hurting him till after he contacts Andrew)

She’s high a lot.

She had a date with some guy and she lets him come with her. It’s at an exy game.

He likes exy.

This stranger keeps calling him Andrew and asking where he’s been.

He’s a police officer .

He has had a twin.

He steals his mom’s pills to ease the ache of what could have been.

He hates his mom for giving Andrew away. He hates the spears for letting Andrew out of their sight, he hates Officer Huggins for telling him about Andrew, most of all he hates himself for not being able to do anything to help Andrew.

His mom takes one too many pills when he’s 16, he doesn’t cry at her funeral.

He’s lucky Nicky cares.

They greave the “what if” together.

He’s 20, with a scholarship at palmetto university. He plays exy with Nicky.

He likes exy

He wonders if Andrew would have liked exy.

He’s been sober for years.

He and Matt really helped each other with their sobriety.

Kate also helps.

Every year on the date of his brothers disappearance he goes to the memorial. (There are no grave for a missing nobody, a Doe)

The spears knew but they didn’t want to think about it.

If they pretend Andrew never existed, then it never really happened, right.

Someone else is at the memorial.

Hes never really believed the spears were entirely innocent

the lady tells him about Freddy fazbears

She looks like a broken woman

(She lost her son)

Something doesn’t feel right

Over summer break he gets a job as a nighttime security guard.

His family comes with him for moral support (the foxes)

He is going to find out what happened to his brother.

And Andrew is going to fucking kill anyone who tries to hurt him or any of the other children.

(In his eyes anyone who is there at night is a threat)

Nothing good had ever happened when someone comes near him at night.

Then stuff happens and Aaron eventually finds out what happened to Andrew and he kills drake. In the end Andrew, Neil and the other kids are set free.

The sub plot would involve Andrew and Neil slowly growing to trust each other and the other dead kids forming a bond that starts to heal their mental wounds. Kinda their both still angry and vengeful ghosts who’s only purpose (in their minds) is to protect the other kids)

Andrew died fighting for them and that followed him into death and Neil ran when he saw Andrew’s corpse and although he ran for himself after death he feels unexplainably protective over Andrew.

NOT A ROMANTIC STORY FOR NEIL AND ANDREW. THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS PLATONIC BECAUSE THEY ARE FOURTEEN AND THIRTEEN AND DEAD. (They don’t need romance they need some who will stand unwavering at their side)

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Big Wheel: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: The case you’re on is dependent on a little boy who is blind who sees with more than just his eyes.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

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You drive back to the police station and see JJ, Emily, and Penelope looking at the board with all the victims on it. You join the group and look at all the victims on the board.

"He sure does like his blondes. Not a good date, though. Too stabby," Penelope says.

"Less so with Michelle and the girl we found this morning. We profiled that he must have known her with the way she was found. I think she caught him in the act or even saw the report on the news. He had to have killed her to keep his secret," you say. "His name is also Vincent. He was caught on footage in a camera shop when he bought tiny cameras for his glasses."

"Every one of these murders happens during a month in Spring. Spring must be the stressor for Vincent."

"Do you think my video was done in the Spring?"

"There's a good chance."

"Okay. The 80s, Spring, and Buffalo. I will search for homicides and see if I can make a connection."

Penelope gets to work on her laptop.

"All of the victims except for Michelle were killed within a year of each other. Victim ten, Joyce Wolcott, was stabbed thirty-two times, and Michelle was stabbed just once two years later. What's missing from Michelle's murder is any sign of rage or overkill. Instead, on the tape we see signs of remorse. A complete and sudden emotional change. It's absolutely fascinating."

"I was just thinking the same thing," you grin at your boyfriend.

"I love you Reid and Y/N, but the stuff you find fascinating is sad. Okay, the woman in my video looks a lot like the ones on your board, don't you think?"

Penelope shows the clearest picture of the woman she can get.

"He's killing her over and over again."

"Guys, there was an actual witness in Joyce's murder. A young boy. Her son. His name is Stanley."

Penelope looks up the details of Joyce's murder as quickly as she can.

"Neighbors called the police when they heard her son screaming for his mother. They were both found in the backyard, and she was dead."

"He saw the whole thing?" you gasp.

"If he did, why didn't the unsub kill the only living witness? Did they interview him? Did he see the killer?"

"He didn't see anything. He's blind from birth."

"Where is he now?" you wonder.

"He was foster-homed after her death. His father died in a car accident years before this."

"Tell me he's still in Buffalo."

"He is. I'm sending over the address now."

"I'll call Derek and Rossi from the car. Thanks, Pen." You text Derek and Rossi from the car and meet up with them at Stanley's house. There is a young boy sitting on the front porch reading a book in Braille. "How's a going? We're looking for Stanley Wolcott."

"Who wants to know?"

"My name is Y/N. I'm with the FBI."

"FBI? Cool," he chuckles.

Something clicks inside your head, and you take a wild shot in the dark.

"Is today your birthday?"

"Can I help you?" Kate comes out before Stanley can answer.

Kate is Stanley's foster mom whom he's been living with for a while.

"Yes, I'm Agent Y/N, this is Agent Derek Morgan and Agent Dave Rossi. We're with the FBI. I'm sorry to do this today of all days, but we need to talk to Stanley. It's urgent."

Stanley and Kate escort you inside their house to talk in private.

"How long have you had Stanley?"

"Nine months. The adoption papers came through last week, so we're moving to California." Stanley walks away from his mom and clicks his tongue to navigate his way. "Uh, Stanley's been blind since birth. His mom didn't want him to use a cane, so he clicks. It's called echolocation. It's where the sound bounces off objects, kind of like a bat uses sonar."

"I'm the Batman," Stanley grins.

Derek walks over to him and kneels down to be on his level even though Stanley is looking nowhere near where Derek's face is.

"Hey, batman. My colleagues and I need to ask you some questions."

Stanley reaches out to touch Derek's face since this is how he sees what people look like.

"This is about my mom, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Have you found him? I can feel a lie."

"We're looking for him, Stan. We could use your help. Now, what I'm asking you to do probably won't be easy."

"Will it help you catch him?"

"It might."

"Are you sure about this?" Kate asks nervously not knowing exactly what Derek is going to do.

"It's okay. I want to do this."

"Okay, two years ago on that night, you were playing in the snow with your mom, right?"

"Yeah. She said my lips were turning blue. She told me to go in and get warm. She said it was getting dark. I went inside and started to take off my clothes to get warm, but she didn't come back in." Stanley is brought back to that night and looks distressed. "Mom? Mom!"

You get tears at the pain he must be feeling.

"Stanley, what do you hear?"

"The snow is so thick. It covers the house and the yard. Everything's so quiet. I called her but she doesn't call back. I thought I heard my mom."

"Is she talking?"

"Crying."

"What do you do now?"

"Go outside."

"You're doing good, Stanley. You're doing really good. I'm right here, okay? Can you hear your mom now?"

"No. I can't hear anything. I feel... Someone was there. I felt someone there. It's not my mom," he whimpers.

"Okay, that's enough," Kate says and steps behind her son.

"He saw me, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did."

Hotch calls Rossi to tell him there is another stabbing with someone that looks like Vincent. You hate to bring all this up with Stanley and leave him, but that's exactly what you do. Lynne and Hotch meet up with you at the location where Vincent stabbed someone and left a witness. Two men were going to jump and rob Vincent when he stabbed one of them but not before he was shot. The other one ran away before he was killed like his friend.

When you get there, Hotch and Lynne are talking to the witness who came back.

"He just came out of nowhere. He rolled up on us," he lied.

"Which way was he walking?"

"That way," the kid points east.

"He's heading East."

"So, let me get this straight. You and your friend attempt to rob the guy, your friend shoots the man, he defends himself, and you did nothing? You ran away and called 911?"

"I'm done talking, Fed. I ain't saying nothin'. I want my lawyer."

"You'll get a lawyer. Answer my question," Hotch glares.

"He shot him once," he sighs.

"Where?"

"In the stomach."

"What was he doing when you rolled up on him?" Derek asks.

"He had his head down and was walking real fast like he was late for something."

"When he didn't give you what you wanted, what did he do?"

"At first nothing. He just started making this noise with his tongue."

"What kind of noise?"

The kid shrugs and you step forward.

"Listen to me. Was it like this?" You click your tongue in the same way Stanley did.

"Yeah, just like that." You look back at Derek and Rossi worriedly. "Exactly like that. He slammed Jay with a knife and turned and came after me."

"It's called Echolocation. The tenth victim left behind a blind son who uses echolocation to get around."

"How would the killer know that?"

"Because he saw the boy was blind the night he killed his mother. I think that's why he didn't kill the boy. Today's that kid's birthday. He's the event."

"Henderson, get units to meet us at 6518 Cantwell Drive right now," Derek says.

You rush over there as soon as you can but Stanley is already gone. Vincent must have taken him right after you left. Kate hears the sirens and comes rushing out of the house with tears streaming down her eyes.

"He's gone! He's gone. I thought he was in his room. He said he was tired."

"When was the last time you checked on him?"

"Twenty minutes ago. I just don't understand. He would have had to pass me to get out."

"When you checked on him, was he asleep?"

"He was under the covers."

"Did you hear anything?"

"I heard a car horn beep twice. I looked out the window, but I didn't see anything."

"He's gotta have at least twenty minutes on us," Derek sighs.

"He's gonna kill him, isn't he?" she cries.

"Let's just take a look inside."

You walk inside the house and see Stanley standing by his door. When you walk closer to him, he walks further from you. Vincent is outside the window helping him through. Both of them run to the car that's waiting by the curb. Stanley didn't seem scared. He knows Vincent. You look down and see blood on the window sill.

"There's blood here."

"Oh, God," Kate whispers.

"No, it's not Stan's. I think the man who took him was injured. It's his blood. We think his name is Vincent."

"Vincent?" she gasps. "Stan knew him before he came to me. He's known him for over a year because Vincent was a registered helper in a mentoring program. He comes around from time to time to talk to Stanley."

"Which one?"

"Oh, God. Stan has belonged to so many programs. I can't remember where he met Vincent," she groans.

Derek calls Penelope for further assistance.

"Garcia, we got a name. Vincent."

"Morgan, I'm gonna need a surname, honey."

"She can't remember."

"Can you at least cross-reference Vincent's name with all of the mentor organizations in Buffalo?"

"I think we'll get more from the video."

"We're running out of time. He has the kid."

"Trust me, okay? Give me a second." Penelope types as fast as she can and gets an article published in the mid-80s. "That's her. That's the woman from the film. Her name is Kim Rowlings who was killed in her home. When police arrived, they found her son Vincent Rowlings sitting with the body of his murdered mother. Police believe that he sat with her for more than twenty-four hours."

"He was only nine years old," JJ says from beside Penelope. "He filmed his mother's murder and hid the tape from the police all these years."

"I found it. Vincent Rowlings, 5605 Pearl Street on the East side in Buffalo."

"Tell Hotch we're en route," Emily says.

"They found his address," Derek says to Rossi.

Hotch, Spencer, and Emily head over to Vincent's house, but he isn't there. They find his studio set up where he edits his murders, including his mother's. Penelope calls Hotch and brings in Derek so that you're all communicating on one line. Derek places her on speakerphone so everyone can hear.

"Hotch, you've got Rossi, Y/N, and Morgan."

"We have Stan's foster mother, Kate, here. Stanley is missing, and there's blood on the windowsill."

"Kate, did Vincent take Stan out? Was there a favorite place they liked to go to?" Hotch asks.

"No, I only allow him to see Stan under this roof and with my supervision. He's been coming around more since I told him we were moving away."

"When did you tell Vincent that?"

"Like a week ago. Why?"

"He killed Michelle a week ago. That must be the stressor that triggered Vincent's behavior change."

"Kate, Vincent wrote the number twenty-nine with a circle around it numerous times. Today is the 29th. We believe the circle may represent a specific location. They would have talked about it, or he might even have taken him there before. Did Vincent talk to Stan about adventures that they could take? Places they could visit?"

"I don't know," she sighs in frustration.

"What are Stanley's favorite things to do?" you ask.

"He likes to build things. Vincent used to help him."

Kate shows you the construction sets that are made from plastic. Among them is a ferric wheel that Vincent helped Stan make.

"The Ferris Wheel is a circle. When did they build this?"

"Over the last couple of months. He's been in here every night."

"Garcia, check Buffalo and the surrounding areas for any theme parks, permanent or visiting," Derek says.

"There's a theme park just outside of Buffalo that's happening right now."

"Does it have a Ferris Wheel?"

"Yes."

"Let's go."

Your team meets up with Hotch's team even though Hotch isn't with them. He stayed behind to go over the footage of who else could be victims at the hands of Vincent. There are a ton of people here but you know exactly what Vincent and Stan's energies look like. You don't waste time trying to find out where they are because you can just follow the trail.

"Follow me!"

No one argues with you and follows behind as you run through the theme park. The Ferris Wheel is in the very back of the theme park, and you stop once you reach it. You look to the top and see Vincent and Stan there talking. He looks over and sees the FBI. He knows he's not getting out of this, but since he has an untreated gunshot wound, you don't know if he's going to be alive for much longer.

"I need you to get this kid off the wheel. Do it now." The attendant moves the Ferris Wheel so that the car in which Vincent is in is lowered to the ground. You don't have to touch Vincent to know that he's dead. He knew he was going to die and wanted to bring Stanley here. "Okay, now open it."

"What's going on?" Stanley asks.

"Stanley, it's Derek from the FBI. It's okay. You're going to be okay."

"Vincent, what's going on?"

"Listen to me. I need you to come with me. Let go of Vincent. Just come with me. I'm getting you out of here."

Derek picks Stan up, but the small child looks to where he thinks Vincent is.

"Vincent?"

Derek brings Stan over to an unoccupied bench while Lynne checks to see if Vincent is alive. Kate rushes through the crowd and hugs her son tightly.

"Honey!" she cries.

Derek tries to leave to give them a moment but Stanely stops him.

"Derek?"

Derek walks back over to Stanely and kneels so that Stan can feel his face.

"What's up, kid?"

"Did he kill my mom?"

Stan can feel a lie so if Derek lies, then he'll have his answer. Though, he doesn't say anything to him. Stanley breaks out in tears and cries against his foster mom's chest.

"No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible." - George Chakiris

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[elly1233luv]

Finally she's Here!:D

Full name: Petra Žukina

Name: Petra,Petals(nickname)

Last name: Žukina

Age: 25

Birth date: 29th June 1998

Species: Wolf 40%,demon 30% And human 30%

Likes: Drawing,bread,her Brothers,music,MK, Noodles,Mei,Red Son,training,kids And more.

Dislikes: Loud noises,seeing others hurt,horror movies,Lady Bone Demon,The Mayor,Jin And Yin And more.

Phobia's: Claustrophobia,Arachnophobia,social phobia And Ophidiophobia.

Weapons: fan,katana,sycthe,axe,sword,staff,Spear And Smoke bombs.

Personality: Bubbly,cheerfull,Kind,Savage,gremlin,funny,a swertheart,adventuress,calm,curious,Chill,loving,matture,mother figure And inocent.

Family: Marcos Žukina(deceased father),Ari/Ariana Milić(deceased mother),Katrina Žukina(elder sister),Kate Žukina(second elder sister),Anne Žukina(little sister) Jc the kitsune(Foster Brother),Azrael Newgate(Foster Brother),Leafy the dragon(Foster mom) And Finn & Felicity(creation's/Adoptive children.)

Facts: She plays the trumpet,she can sing but is shy about singing infront Of others,she likes to be In the rain,she is an animal lover,She loves cooking Like her brothers but is more calm & messy,she has a human disguise but uses it Being around other humans,she doesn't know much about her ancestor Of her country,she is a workaholic And she is sometimes naive.

Abilitys: Shapeshifting,she can stay in the shadows Of anyone And can turn into one just Like Macaque,she can teleport,she can controal any ability,she has the ability to control anyone Like a puppet And can use her Wings as a Shield.

Friends: MK,Mei,Pigsy,Tang,Sandy,Sun Wukong/Monkey King,Six Eared Macaque,Nezha,Chang'e,Princess Iron Fan,Mr. Dragon,Mrs. Dragon And Demon Bull King.

Enemys: Lady Bone Demon,The Mayor,Spider Queen,Syntax,Huntsman,Strong Spider,Azure Lion,Peng,Yellowtusk And Kui Mulang.

Race/Nationality: Croatian/European

voice actor: None for now

So Here she is Lady's And Gentlemen!

[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 13- This Little Light of Mine

Summary: Y/N Says goodbye to her grandparents and they return home. Yelena and Natasha have a heart to heart and discuss their childhood trauma as well as their fears for the future. Wanda has a conversation with Nat about her own trauma.

Melina hugged her daughter Nat as she fought hard to keep her tears at bay. “Do you really have to leave?” She loved having her family back home, especially now that she had a granddaughter to spoil. 

“We will be back before you know it. Besides you and dad still have to come to Y/n’s first birthday party in a few months.” Nat said as she hugged her mom. She had never seen her adopted mother look so sad to see her go. It was a strange feeling, but one that she could get used to. 

Alexei was taking it a lot harder than Melina as he didn’t want to let you go. He was currently holding you and giving you kisses on your rosy pink cheeks. His long beard was tickling your face which caused you to erupt into a fit of sweet giggles. “Don’t you forget your Dedu and Babu.” He said to you as he chuckled softly when you wrapped your little hand around his pinky finger. 

“Dad, it’s going to be okay. Believe me Y/n isn’t going to forget you or mom. Look, her birthday is in two months and you can come stay with us and help us set up her party. Now, can I please have my baby?” Nat asked in a playful tone as she motioned for her dad to hand you over to her. 

Alexei sighed sadly as he hugged you before handing you over to your mama. “I’ll see you soon, malen’kiy.” He then turned to Yelena and Kate who were saying goodbye to his wife. “So when will my youngest daughter have children?” 

Melina’s jaw dropped as she gave her husband the scary “shut your mouth” look. “Alexei!” 

“What? I'm Dedu now and I want more grandbabies to spoil.” He said as he shrugged his shoulders. 

Nat and Wanda couldn’t help but giggle as they watched Kate and Yelena’s faces turn beet red. They found it adorable that both Melina and Alexei had slipped into their grandparent roles so easily. 

Kate was the first to speak as she had finally found her voice. “Yelena and I actually have an announcement to make.” The brunette felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest from nervousness. Some of her anxiety slipped away when she felt Yelena squeeze her hand reassuringly. “Yelena proposed to me last night and we’re getting married! We also are looking into fostering. After the incident with Y/n we realized that we do want to have children but we have a lot to learn before we adopt.” 

It took a few awkward minutes for everyone to process what Kate had announced. Once everyone processed the wonderful news the room filled with love and congratulations. Yelena and Kate were squished in between Alexei, Melina, Wanda and Natasha who was still holding you. 

You got lots of hugs and kisses when you clapped your hands excitedly even though you didn’t understand why everyone around you was so happy. 

Once everyone settled Melina looked over at Kate, “wait. What incident with y/n were you talking about?” 

Yelena’s face turned white as she locked eyes with her mom who had the, “what did you do to my grandbaby?” face. 

Nat came to the rescue as she placed you in your Babu’s arms. “Nothing to worry about now. I think Y/n wants to give her Babu a kiss goodbye.” 

You placed a slobbery wet kiss to your Babu’s cheek as she hugged you tightly. 

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The drive back home went smoother than expected as you had slept most of the way home. The rest of the time that you were awake you spent watching baby educational videos that your auntie Kate put on her phone for you. 

Wanda sat in the backseat with you and Kate, as Natasha had insisted that her and Yelena could take turns driving home. 

Natasha smiled when she turned to look in the backseat and found that you, Kate and Wanda had all drifted to sleep. Honestly it was a miracle for anyone to be able to sleep while Yelena was driving. 

“So you and Kate are ready to tie the knot?” Nat asked as she made small talk with her sister. She was happy that Yelena had found an amazing woman who loved and cared for her. 

Yelena’s cheeks blushed slightly as she nodded her head, “we are. I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. She’s amazing in every single way… I just hope that I can be just as amazing for her.” The blonde bit her lip nervously as she gripped the steering wheel. 

“You’re both made for each other. You will be a great wife and mother, sestra.” Nat said as she placed her hand reassuringly on her sister’s shoulder. 

Yelena nodded her head, “I hope so. The last thing I want is for my trauma to seep into those that I love. I’m scared that my childhood trauma is going to affect me as a wife and mother one day.” She paused as she focused on driving. She was thankful that there weren’t many people out on the roads this late at night. “I mean… I forgive mom and dad, but what happened to us was… abuse. What if I ever hurt Kate or our children? Sometimes I have nightmares that I’m still a mind controlled assassin.” Tears fell down the blonde’s face as she felt her lips tremble. 

Nat felt her heart break for her sister as she also shared the same thoughts and fears as her little sister. “Yelena. I’m sorry. I wish I could go back in time and rescue you from the Red Room. I should’ve gone back for you.” Natasha dug her nails painfully into her thighs as she felt her own tears fall down her cheeks before letting out a sigh. “I can’t change the past. We both can’t. But one thing that Wanda and Y/n have shown me is that I have the power to choose my present. We’ve both had so much taken from us, let’s not let Dreykov take our future away from us too. All we can do now is learn how to heal, and hold the ones we love close. I love you, sestra.” 

Both sisters cried silently as they held each other’s hands in understanding. “I love you too, sestra.” Yelena said in a quiet whisper. 

Wanda smiled to herself as she had woken up in the middle of their conversation. She was thankful that Nat and Yelena were knocking down the walls of their childhood trauma and getting closure. 

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Wanda carried you into your nursery as you had just finished breastfeeding. She laid you on the changing table and changed your diaper. “Y/n, I love you so much sweet girl. You are bringing so much healing and love to this family. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your mama and her family so happy before. We are so lucky that you are our little tiger.” She said as she rocked you in her arms. 

Natasha walked into the nursery and wrapped her arms around Wanda’s waist from behind. She loved watching Wanda be so loving and nurturing to you. “Thank you for loving me and Y/n.” 

“I’ll always love you and Y/n.” Wanda said as she gently lowered you into your crib before turning and facing her girlfriend. “You both complete me… Nat there’s something I need to tell you… it’s about my past.” 

“Whatever it is Wanda. I promise I’m not going anywhere. Come let’s go talk in the living room, I’ll make us some tea.” Nat said as she held her girlfriend’s hand and led her out of the nursery. 

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Wanda sat on the couch crisscrossed as she sipped her tea carefully. She felt nervous to finally reveal her own trauma to the love of her life. 

“I’ve always wanted to be a mother and there was a time in my life where I went to great lengths to have that possibility. After I lost Vision my heart felt dark and empty. We had talked about getting married, buying a house and having children. We dreamed of having twins… twin boys;  but as you know Vision died before we could make our dreams come true.” Wanda took a shaky breath as she sat her mug of tea on the coffee table. She didn’t want to spill it due to her hands shaking. 

“When Vision died I went to the town where we were supposed to build our life. I used my chaos magic and I created a fake version of the life that I had wanted. I created a fake reality where I was married to Vision, became pregnant and gave birth to two beautiful baby boys. Billy and Tommy had become my whole world and I loved them with every fiber of my being. The thing was that they weren’t actually real. I’m not ready to talk about how I lost them and the fake world that I had created; but what I need you to know is that I’ve done horrible things too, Nat. I’m scared just like you. I’m scared that if something happens to you and Y/n that I’m going to turn into the darker version of myself… when y/n almost died… I felt it. I felt my darker side.” 

Natasha could tell that Wanda had been wrestling with your near death experience. To be honest everyone that almost lost their Little became even more protective of their babies. Since the incident Wanda hadn’t taken on any missions. “Wanda you’re not a monster. If anything ever happened to you or y/n, I would turn into the assassin that Dreykov raised me to be.” She said as she moved closer to her girlfriend and took her shaking hands into her own. 

The stress and exhaustion hit Wanda like a ton of bricks as her shoulders relaxed. Her head hung low as she began to sob. She cried for the life that she had lost and she cried over watching you almost die. She knew that as an Avenger that it was her job to protect everyone, but she didn’t want to lose you or Natasha in order to save the world. She would always go above and beyond to protect those that she loved. 

Nat instantly pulled Wanda into her lap and embraced her. She felt her own tears fall down her face. She hated seeing the woman she loved break apart; but this is what healing looked like. This is what facing your fears and doubts looked like. Darkness grows in isolation. She knew that better than anyone. “Let it out, moya lyubov'. I’m right here. You’re safe, we are all safe and we are home.” 

Both women held each other as they let their walls continue to fall. They opened up and talked about their fears, their broken and fractured memories, and they shed light onto their dark pasts. They both had done horrific things that they weren’t proud of, but opening up about those things and being gentle with themselves was what they both needed. It would be a learning curve for them to fully heal from their pasts, but they weren’t alone anymore. Their little tiger was shedding light, love, and healing onto all that was dark.

Author's Notes:

Thank you for continuing to read this story. I've started to map out where I want this story to go and where I want to take all of the characters. I've decided that I want this to show the healing and character growth of all the characters and not just showcase the reader's journey. I feel that in this story the reader is growing and healing, but she is also bringing light to those around her, and when light sheds on darkness things are uncovered. As for the timeline of things I've decided that it will not follow the true timeline of the movies and shows, and the events that are mentioned will have different endings than the ones we are familiar with. I'm also planning on bringing other characters from the MCU but like I said it won't follow the timelines that we are familiar with. I hope that I won't upset or confuse anyone. I know change is hard, but my advice is to read the rest of this story from a different perspective. What I've found has helped me is viewing this world as an alternate timeline than the one we know and love. 

I will say that this story is far from done and I'm thinking that this story will go on for some time. One of my goals this year is to get better at updating my stories, I hope that in the next few months I will be able to have a set schedule for updates. Again I want to thank everyone for being so kind and patient with me.

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Workin' Moms - CBC / Netflix - January 10, 2017 - March 28, 2023

Comedy / Drama (83 Episodes)

Running Time: 30 minutes

Stars:

Catherine Reitman as Kate Foster (née Hoffman)

Dani Kind as Anne Carlson

Juno Rinaldi as Frances "Frankie" Coyne (seasons 1–5)

Jessalyn Wanlim as Jennifer "Jenny" Matthews (seasons 1, 3–7; recurring, season 2)

Enuka Okuma as Sloane Mitchell (seasons 6-7; recurring, season 5)

Sarah McVie as Valerie "Val" Szalinsky (seasons 5-7; recurring seasons 1-4)

Philip Sternberg as Nathan Foster

Ryan Belleville as Lionel Carlson

Sadie Munroe as Alice Carlson

Dennis Andres as Ian Matthews (seasons 1–3; recurring season 4)

Recurring

Peter Keleghan as Richard Greenwood

Nikki Duval as Rosie Phillips

Kevin Vidal as Maurice "Mo" Daniels

Katherine Barrell as Alicia Rutherford (seasons 1-2; guest seasons 4-5)

Jann Arden as Jane Carlson (seasons 1-4, guest season 5, 7)

Oluniké Adeliyi as Giselle Bois (seasons 1-3 and 5, guest season 4)

Jess Salgueiro as Mean Nanny/Renya (seasons 1–3)

Novie Edwards as Sheila (season 1)

Jennifer Pudavick as Gena Morris

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can you do ♡ and ♦ headcanons for jake and venus pls?

Absolutely!

Family headcannon-

Jake always knew he wanted kids. Venus was unsure, not so much the "do I want kids?" part. Moreso, she wasn't sure if she would find someone to have kids with. So she became very open to the idea of adoption.

When she meets Jake, it's the first time she can imagine herself having kids with a partner. She's prepared herself for the idea of adopting a kid as a single mom. But with Jake, she can see herself having a family. All it takes is her visiting Jake's family, where she sees him interacting with his nieces and nephews and she's sold.

They have twin girls. Emma Kate and Collete "Cole" Leslie Seresin. Then, their third is a boy, Thomas Jacob Seresin. I can see them for their fourth child, adopting or fostering (who they end up adopting). I can see Jake wanting to honor her wish to do that.

I can see Venus really connecting with an older child. She understands that the guard they put up is a means of protection (as does Jake), but she's able to break down that guard. I can see her connecting with an older kid in the foster system and that child is a bit hesitant around Jake, and Venus (while totally understanding of why), shows them that he is a sweet, loving guy who wants to be the dad they deserve.

Quirks:

Venus acts like she's high and mighty, but that girl LOVES the Bachelor. Jake introduces her to Love Island (recommended by one of his sisters) and she LOVES it. They both watch it. A contestant says "Can I pull ya for a chat?" And they give each other a look that conveys a whole ass conversation. I just seen these two so content to sit on the couch next to each other, eating Thai food ❤️❤️❤️

[aclaywrites]

Oh hey 1990!!! This is an unnecessarily hostile tone to take with your readers, I feel. ‘Why can’t you name more than two lesbians?!? What kind of lesbian are you!!!!’ 😂

Rather than a list of the names we all know, let’s try and list out lesbians of 1990! See if we measure up to the Lesbian Standards set by women who wonder if you actually want to cheat on your girlfriend with her mom.

Billie Jean King pops to mind. She’d been outed thanks to that lawsuit. Rita Mae Brown had published Rubyfruit Jungle, which is about as lesbian as it gets, but I’m not sure she was famous enough in general circles to count. According to Wikipedia, Martina Navratilova has been out since 1981 (though Rita Mae said when they were dating that Martina was so far in the closet ‘she was in danger of becoming a garment bag’). kd wasn’t out til 1992.

There were plenty of rumors! Kate Jackson from Charlie’s Angels was a name that often came up. And there were numerous stories of Jodie Foster and Kelly McGillis fighting over Whitney Houston on the set of the Accused. But there was still a huge price for being out at the time. So I guess the answer to ‘Why can’t you?’ Is because they still needed to guard their secrets in order to protect their lives and careers.