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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Castle falls asleep on Beckett's chest.

Post 4x04, Kick The Ballistics.


She hated for him to see her broken, raw and trembling and overwhelmed with inner demons, but part of her had been grateful for the one time she had let him. In her own apartment, during an unexpected panic attack a couple of weeks ago, he had touched the shaking bone of her shoulder, murmured comforting words, relatable words.

I know, Kate, I know. I have them too.

She hadn’t necessarily believed that, couldn’t picture Rick Castle enduring the torturous episode of a panic attack, but he hadn’t been lying to her. 

The return of Jerry Tyson had rattled him, she knew that, and ever since the heartbreak she had caused him throughout the summer, their partnership had been a bit more tentative. Her shooting, those words she isn’t supposed to remember, still looming over them, she knew that too. Castle was under a lot of stress, probably dealing with a good dose of emotional turmoil, but that knowledge hadn’t prepared her for his mother to call her in quiet distress, worried over her son and unsure of what else to do.

“This has happened before, once not long after the divorce with Meredith, when he was under so much pressure,” Martha had babbled, her voice a contradiction of calm and factual, frantic and fearful. “And I know he doesn’t like for anyone to see him like this. But I could hear him when I went to let him know I was leaving and he just sounded so - so grief stricken, and I just can’t not-”

“I’m on my way,” Kate had promised his mother, already changing directions, turning away from the entrance of the subway that would take her home and towards the sidewalk instead, hailing a cab that would get her to his loft quicker. “Just ten minutes, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked for you, darling.”

Martha had stuck true to her word and after impatiently riding the elevator to the top floor of his building, Kate is able to stride inside the loft, take the path to his office without a second thought. Her fingers pause over the handle to his bedroom door, though, apprehension flaring in her stomach. She’s never been inside his bedroom and it isn’t her right to just barge in.

“I’ll be out in just a moment, Mother,” he calls out when she knocks, and he’s a skilled actor, talented in the roles he plays for those he doesn’t allow inside, but she can still hear the slight quiver in his voice. 

“Not your mom, Castle,” she calls back, hearing nothing but silence on the other side of the door for a split second before his footsteps rush towards her. 

The door swings open and despite the smile he musters for her, she can see the cracks in his exterior. 

“Beckett, to what do I owe the pleasure of an unexpected visit?” he quips. “And how did you get in here?”

“Your mom let me in while she was on her way out.” Technically, it was true. “I thought after everything with this case and 3XK… I thought you could use some company.”

His eyes ripple with surprised delight, gentle appreciation, and she wishes she would have thought to come to him sooner, to care enough to check on him without his mother having to inform her of his current state. 

“I - that’d be great. Have you eaten?”

“No,” she admits, biting her bottom lip when Castle steps out of his office, his hand rising to glance the small of her back before it quickly falls away. She misses the warmth of his palm without even having the chance to experience it. “Have you?”

“I was just about to,” he lies, the grin stretched across his lips charming but strained, enough for her to see through.

She doesn’t comment on it, doesn’t try to bring up what she knows is bothering him, but she does stick close to his side in the kitchen, helping him heat up leftover pasta that smells divine despite its time in the fridge. She sits beside him on the couch while they eat, engages in the comfortable small talk, the silence that falls between bites yet never becomes awkward. Not with him.

“How’re you holding up?” Kate finally asks after he’s set his bowl down on the coffee table in front of them, taken the last sip of the red wine he had poured in matching glasses for them. She still nurses hers between her palms.

Castle tilts his head at her in feigned confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Rick,” she murmurs, watching him physically deflate, sighing out in defeat as his shoulders slump, his lips falling into a frown and his eyes going dull, and she stretches forward to deposit her wine glass on the table beside his.

“I’m okay,” he states with a shrug. “Not even sure why it bothers me so much. Ryan is the one who went through hell during this case.”

“What Tyson did to you both was equally traumatizing-“

“Trauma?” Castle scoffs, shaking his head at her. “I didn’t - there’s no trauma, Kate. I’m fine. I just - I guess this case had me afraid that Tyson would step up his game, come after us, people I care about.”

“We never would have let him come after Martha or Alexis,” she swears to him, hoping the knowledge that he had an entire precinct ready to protect his family if need be would provide him with comfort, but she watches his lips purse instead.

“And you?”

Kate shifts on the sofa to face him, her brow creasing with confusion. “Me?”

Castle scrapes a hand through his hair and averts his eyes, looks as if he’s about to rise, take a page from her book and make a run for it, so she drapes her hand atop his knee, effectively stays him.

“I can’t protect you,” he gets out without meeting her eyes. “Couldn’t protect you. I wouldn’t have been able to stop Tyson if he had-“

“Castle, stop,” she breathes, her fingers clenching hard over the bone of his knee.

“And I know you don’t need my protection, but I can’t - God, I can’t lose you again, Beckett,” he confesses, his head in his hands and his body curling in on itself, protecting himself. From her. “Not like that.”

“You’re not,” Kate chokes out, the terrible grief clogging her throat, knotting in her chest beneath the bullet scar that consumes her sternum, consumes everything.

She’s close enough to drop her forehead to the rounded bone of his shoulder, the scent of his aftershave drifting up to greet her, embrace her, and she inhales a deep breath of it, of him, and swallows down her own anguish, focuses on Castle’s.

His spine is stiff, his entire frame rigid beneath the foreign proximity she offers, and Kate reaches for one of the hands fisted in his hair. He lets her have it without resistance, his head turning towards her to watch as she cradles his fingers in her palm, strokes her thumb along his knuckles.

“You’re not,” she repeats, feeling the intensity of his gaze resting on her, searing through her. “I’m still here, Castle,” she whispers, drawing his palm to her chest, up to her heart.

The harsh intake of his breath shudders through them both, but he allows her to keep his hand flat against her sternum, her heart galloping to meet his palm, crashing against the cage of her ribs to feel the warmth of his skin seeping through her shirt.

She couldn’t return his confessions of love, not yet, not with words, but she could offer him this - reassurance in whatever form he needed. She could let him hold onto her heart before she gave it over completely.

“Kate,” he whispers back, but she doesn’t answer, her forehead still sealed to his shoulder, a new favorite place of rest, one where she’s content to remain.

And that’s what they do for a long while - remain. His hand cradled to her chest, her forehead to his shoulder, and his body beginning to lean into hers as time passes.

“Don’t go,” Castle sighs out, his hand going slack beneath hers, and she controls the descent of his fist to her side before she attempts to rise from the sofa. “Beckett-“

“Shh, let’s get you to bed, Castle,” she murmurs, squeezing his bicep before she stands, tugs him up with her. “I’ll stay a little while longer.”

That earns a surprised quirk of an eyebrow despite his drowsy state, the exhaustion from the panic attack that had caused his mother to dial her number, from the pasta and the wine that has even her eyes feeling heavy, from the thought of losing her - all of it overtaking.

He shuffles towards his bedroom with her at his side, his warmth like a magnet she fails to stray from, her body easing onto the edge of his bed even as he plops down. Her mind is in turmoil, red flags and alarm bells plaguing every inch of her skull, but her heart beats hard and fervent behind the walls that bind it, keep it from the man lying next to her on the bed.

“You really don’t have to stay,” he mumbles around a yawn, offering her a reassuring smile, the one he often uses to comfort her, calm her, and they may still be waiting, but that doesn’t mean she can’t stick around, take care of him a little longer, whether he needs her or not. God knows he would do the same for her without hesitation.

“Just for a few minutes,” she replies, easing down onto her side, facing him, and holding her breath as he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Kate,” he murmurs, his fingers traveling to stroke up and down her spine, eliciting shivers and streaks of heat all at once, sending her eyes fluttering shut. “Thank you.”

They peel open at that.

“Always,” she returns, watching the blue of his eyes burn so brightly in the darkness of his bedroom before his lashes fall shut to hide the need she recognizes coming to life.

She falls asleep mere moments after she watches his eyes close for a final time, after she trains the rise and fall of her chest to the steady rhythm of his breathing beside her. 


The next time Kate wakes, it’s late in the night and her eyes are thick with sleep, her chest heavy with the weight atop the frame of her ribs, the press of his cheek to her sternum, his ear at her heart. It should hurt, her muddled brain muses, the pressure atop her gunshot wound, but the seal of his cheek to her sternum does the opposite. 

He anchors her.

It should terrify her too, but she blinks through the grit of her slumber to catch a glimpse of his face, slack and at peace, innocent and untouched by the grief she had passed onto him. She’ll dislodge him before morning, probably be out of his loft before he even awakens, but for now, Kate combs her fingers through his hair, sighs quietly when he tightens the arm around her waist and nuzzles gently, his nose grazing her collarbone.

This is what she’s working so hard for, trying to be better for, what they’re both waiting for. But for tonight, she erases her shooting from her mind, dispels thoughts of Jerry Tyson and the ache in Castle’s eyes when he’d said he couldn’t protect her, and gives him the beat of her heart, the drum of reassurance beneath his ear. For tonight, she allows them both a much needed rest.

When, exactly, did the Hales die?

Inspired by the discussion on @halekingsourwolf ‘s blog about Teen Wolf timelines, I got kiiiinda into figuring out when exactly the Hale fire might have been set. 


So yeah, Teen wolf wiki has Deuc being blinded in fall of ‘03, right after Derek turns 15, Jennifer happening in spring of ‘04, and then Kate and the death of the Hales happening in January of ‘05 (referencing the webisode that suggests it went down during the Wolf moon, which was Jan 25 in ‘05, claiming that born wolves have massive reunions/celebrations for that full moon every year, thus explaining why everyone was together), right after Derek turns sixteen… so it would have been just over six years since all that, when S1 starts.

But Peter’s comment is just that Derek was a Sophomore, and 15. While there are always exceptions, most folks I knew in California school systems, if they had a fall birthday, turned fifteen during their Freshman year. So I posit the timeline: Derek is 15 at the beginning of his Sophomore year, ‘03, when He and Paige start up. The shit with Deuc and the alphas and Paige’s death happens that fall, Derek has the shittiest sixteenth birthday, and Kate starts preying on him while he is exceptionally vulnerable that next semester (there’s probably some bullying/blowback/ostracization from his peers to deal with, if only because of his changed behavior, let alone any connections anyone has drawn to Paige’s disappearance and death, not to mention his mother’s distraction with pack politics and hunters, and him having gone from top-of-the-world to fuck-all self-esteem wise… plus, y’know, crushing grief and guilt). Kali attacks Jennifer that spring (2004), Talia is even more preoccupies there, and Kate makes her move sometime before the end of the semester, since Derek and Laura were presumably at a school function/practice/etc instead of home when the fire happened. This also Lets Derek and Laura be two years apart in school if she’s a senior, which I like better. Also lets her graduate (although, what a shit-show that probably was. Holy shit). And then it’s a full seven-years-and-a-summer before they come back and S1 starts (which would make him 23 when we meet him, instead of 22) (or, if you prefer, move all the years up one, duec attacked in 04, jennifer dies in 05, shorter time Derek and Laura were gone… or make Derek younger, make Paige happen his freshman year when he is 14/15, and Kate happen either that spring/summer he’s 15 or during his sophmore year, maybe, at 15/16).

This ignores the webisode/Wolf moon breadcrumb, which attempted to explain why all the Hales were gathered together, but unless it was, like, a lunar eclipse, which it was not, why would they have been inside the house, instead of out running with the moon? I would expect a moon celebration to involve, y’know, being under the moon.

I would argue that there doesn’t need to be a reason that they were gathered, at least, not beyond the fact that there were lots of dangerous things happening in the territory at that time. Maybe it was just a meeting to deal with that. Maybe it was a pretty regular occurrence, during times of strife like that, and so it was predictable. Hell, maybe they were in the house planning something for Laura’s graduation??? This is also suggesting that they didn’t all live there???


However, if you dig the Lunar Eclipse theory, do you know when there was a lunar eclipse? A total Lunar eclipse? That might explain the Hales gathered together someplace defensible? Like the Alpha’s house? 2004. 2003-2004 feature a tetralogy of full lunar eclipses, two a year, one in spring and one in the fall. On May 4, 2004, there was a total lunar eclipse, but it was not visible in California. And then there was another on October 28, 2004. The October lunar eclipse was visible from all of North America (if any of y’all were into baseball at the time, this is the lunar eclipse that took place during a a world series game, the first time this had happened, and was the world series where the Boston Red Sox won for the first time in 86 years, ending the curse of the bambino. ;) trivia!) . The penumbra started about 5pm in California (if I’ve done my math right), partial started at 6:15, Total at 7:23, and by the time of the greatest eclipse at 8:04, the Hales would already have been dead, since the canonical time-of-fire seems to be about 7PM.

But, if we assume the moon has some effect on you whether you see it or not, then I like the May 2004 moon. Even though it would be on the wrong side of the planet, the penumbral eclipse would start about 10:50am, with the greatest eclipse being at 1:30 PM… and the whole thing is done by 4:09 pm. But what if the goal is not so much having the wolves powerless as together?  Because… I have a theory/headcanon/plot bunny about eclipses.

We know that the wolves lose all their wolfy powers during the short window of the full eclipse… but what about the rest of the time? What weird/new thing happened right after a full eclipse, probably still during the partial or penumbral part?

Scott breaking through an Ash Barrier. (which, I know, isn’t the only time he’s done it, but what if the eclipse stuff helped?) 

So what if the hunters have figured out, and are desperate to never let the wolves know, that during the eclipse, yeah, they’re weaker but also sometimes they’re immune/resistant to weaknesses they normally have?

Were that the case, hunters would want to be very careful going after wolves on lunar eclipses because, if you screw up the timing like Jennifer did, you might wind up missing the “powerless” window and landing in the “pissed off, wolfed out, and mountain ash only works some of the time” window… which, hey, may be where the canonical “rumors” and speculation about wolves getting more powerful on lunar eclipses comes from.

So the October moon might not have been the best one, esp since they didn’t need to weaken the Hales, just get them together.

And on the evening/night of the May moon, the “danger” from their “weakness” would have passed, as far as they knew, they would be feeling safe (and from the hunter’s POV, they would be safely vulnerable to mountain ash once again), but they would likely still be together in the aftermath of a “dangerous” moon, and strategizing over the hunter issues and the alpha pack issues.

They’d feel secure.

And that’s when Kate would strike.

Tony Stark knew on an intellectual level he had no impulse control. He knew because almost everyone he’d ever met had told him so, Pepper, Rhodey, Steve oh god so much Steve, Happy, the 12 assistance before Pepper, Xavier and the waitress at John’s Pizzeria off 43rd ave. He’d heard it all before, But nothing compared to the moment he realized it for himself. 

To be real he probably should have noticed in every moment leading up to the big one. He should have seen that swiping Thor’s stash of Asgardian mead with Darcy was a bad idea. He should have known better than to have a marathon of broiler makers with the mouthy intern using the ale instead of whiskey was a bad idea. 

He probably should have known if he was swaying that they shouldn’t have gone out, but Darcy had said she hadn’t seen the city yet and Steve and Bucky kept teasing her about it.

Happy hadn’t even needed to hide his eye rolling because Tony was to focused on the crisp fall air on his flushed face. Darcy was beside him bubbling with laughter ignoring Happy’s cries that they should both sit down and get out of the sun roof. They headed to Times Square and bought an entire vender out of cheesy “I love New York” hoodies and in Tony’s case a hat to sort of disguise himself. They pulled on their hats and sweatshirts and Happy directed the rest to be sent to the tower. Tony slipped the bemused man a hundred and patted the man’s hand like a grandma before turning back to his sidekick.

“This is what all the superhero’s are wearing!” He proclaimed proudly gesturing to his heinous green ball cap with “Hulk Smash” stitched in purple on the front. He didn’t care at the time but the selfies of him and Darcy in Times Square were cringe worthy. They briefly dropped by John’s and said hello to Tony’s waitress. She shook her head and sent them on their way with glasses of water and sympathetic looks for Happy. 

“Come on We’ve got a few more stops!” Tony gestured over his shoulder into the streets at the car. Apparently however Darcy’s eyes had not stopped at the car but landed on a street performer dressed as the Statue of Liberty.

“Oh can we please go see Her?” Her hand covered her heart and she gestured like a child to the woman with the other. Happy checked his watch and frowned.

“The fairy’s closed down this time of day.” He told Tony. Tony nodded in agreement. “We could go see  Conney Island if you promise to sit completely in the car before we go home for the night.” 

“Ohh Steve said it’s awesome!! We can go to the Lady tomorrow! I want to sing her the National Anthem and don’t know if I could get all the key changes right now” She giggled “We could take Steve and have the most patriotic photo shoot. Phil would love it!” and with that she held her arm out to Happy agreeably. And all that would have been fine if it hadn’t been for traffic. 

Happy pulled up to the curb and Tony rolled down his window with a frown. The park was closed. Darcy hadn’t noticed yet as she was making quick work of Tony’s mini bar but she tended to be a weepy drunk the fall out was going to be Niagara worthy. 

“Oh man, no Lady and no cyclone? Why’s time ruining my fun Tony?” Darcy’s lower lip quivered. Immediate action was required. Mayday!

“Hey, hey No! No tears, what’s the use in being obscenely rich if I can’t bribe someone with my money!” He gave an encouraging grin. Happy’s heavy sigh was not lost on him. “I’ll go ask if we can ride the cyclone and maybe win us a bear okay no tears” He quickly backed out of the car leaving Happy to handle the teary eyed twenty something. 

The door shut and it sounded sharper to Tony somehow as he walked toward the gate. A memory that was faded and liquored up played at the edges of his mind, huge blue eyes watering slightly in a perfect pout. His own voice murky in time “Hey what’s the use in being obscenely rich if I can’t…” and then it was gone. He frowned and waved over the gate man. 

A few charming smiles and a probably too fat check later and he turned to tell Darcy the good news. She was resting her chin on the window smiling lazily at him. She wiggled her fingers and Tony grinned back before a similar smile brushed his mind again. He shook his head to clear away some of the haze. It’d been almost two hours he wasn’t as drunk as before but there was still a layer of fuzz on his mind.

“Race ya!” She grinned and bounded off toward the ride. Tony gave a bark of laughter and let the memories rest before jogging slowly after her. They tossed ratty baseballs and weighted milk bottles before the attendant an exhausted looking man in his late thirties gave them a wane smile and asked which prize they wanted. Darcy got the Bucky Bear. Tony shorted and got the Captain America one just for laughs. They took a shaky selfie with the attendee before thanking him and heading toward their goal. 

“We should snap them with the bears and hashtag it wish you were hear but you’re not because you’re lame and had meeting and responsibilities” Darcy placed her Bucky in her lap and was readying her phone before Tony agreed. 

“We also, you know, didn’t invite them” He pointed out. She made a dismissive sound and tucked her head close to his giving her phone a goofy face. Tony hid most of his face behind Bear Steve and widened his eyes comically. The younger brunette seemed satisfied and put away her phone allowing the impatient teen running the cyclone to push the lap bar down over her Tony Bear Bucky and Steve. 

The ride began a slow spin and before it had even reached half way Tony regretted buying this time. The teenager seemed irked he had to stay for Tony and what the kid probably figured was a one nighter and so the ride was hurtling toward a break neck pace only irritating Tony’s stomach further. Darcy however threw her hands up Bucky Bear’s paw firmly gripped in one and whooped. Tony swung between needing to vomit all over the place and watching the manic yet somehow beautiful looks on Darcy’s face. She brought her bear back down and buried her nose in it’s fur. The ride began to slow and she opened her eyes unfocused and bloodshot. Windswept and Content. 

It ended up being Darcy and not Tony who shot off the attraction to the nearest garbage can to Ralph. Tony followed close behind and pulled her hair back into his fist and out of the danger zone. He leaned heavily on the can and grimaced at the sounds. 

When she at last paused in her litany of puke she turned her head to look up at him simultaneously green and mischievous. 

“Don’t tell the boys” She asked. Tony’s heart stopped as he looked at her. He nodded once unable to find words. Satisfied with this she fell face first into him. Mostly into his armpit but she smiled against him. Tony let got of her hair and gently held her to him stroking her dark locks and thinking unburdened by alcohol of a busty blond who’d rocked his world with a practically identical grin. Darcy’s breath flowed steadily on his neck as she repositioned herself in his arms. 

“Thanks for holding my hair.” She murmured. Tony hummed in response. 

“Anytime kiddo.”


 As much as Tony was wildly incapable of controlling himself he was incredibly careful with secrets. They could hurt, he knew from his experiences with Stane. His almost ending the thing with Pepper. Infuriating his teammates and elected officials. So he was in something of a quandary. 

As soon as they’d returned to the tower Tony had deposited a snoozing Darcy in her bed with Bucky bear on one side of her and Steve on the other. He of course took a picture of her drooling into Bucky’s fur and then hesitated. It was too similar to ignore. If he didn’t do this he’d spend the rest of his life wondering until he got answers. So he plucked a hair off her pillow and turned tail and run back to his lab. 

Jarvis had had to repeat his name four times when he finally knew. Tony tried to put the memories together more solidly but he only recalled the blond laughing and waving much like Darcy did. He remembered holding her hair back while she emptied her stomach off the balcony of the Palms, She had turned to him with an almost identical grin and snatched his heart out of his chest. Tony closed his eyes and felt the brush of skin on skin hot greedy kisses and waking up the next morning alone. He’d figured she’d been embarrassed or maybe had someone waiting at home. He’d been disappointed but she’d made her choice so he’d let her walk. 

“Oh Kate” He looked forlornly as the Vegas police report of her car accident and her daughter no one had come to claim. “Katie” He groaned as he realized he could have saved the little girl a world of grief that followed. Foster home after Foster home until she aged out. 

Well now he knew. but what do do. Who to tell? Pepper? Eventually. Rhody was always a good option but Tony’s thumb hovered over calling him for a solid minute before deciding someone else. Eventually he’d dialed before his decision had been fully processed. 

“How did you get this number? I know I didn’t give it to you” was the first thing the voice said and Tony felt a calm fill him. A good choice. 

“I’m in a quandary. It needs handling it’s that what you do Agent?” He stalled. The other end of the line was silent. “I may have discovered I’m a father” There was an even heavier pause.

“and I’m the first person you wanted to tell? I don’t think Pepper” He began.

“No It’s not Pep. I’ve been a father for a while apparently.” Tony cut across. “Like 23 years” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yea 100 percent. Do I tell her? What if she doesn’t want me? She’s been alone for a long time now she doesn’t need me.” Tony felt a panic rise in his chest. Oh God, she’d never forgive him.

“You need to take a deep breath.” Tony inhaled threw his nostrils. “If she doesn’t know she deserves to at least know. just be honest with her Tony. Honesty will get your farther than you think”

Tony gave a noncommittal grunt and rested his head on hands. 

“For what its worth Tony, You’ll be a great father” Tony’s breath caught. 

“Enough with the feelings Agent Agent Thanks for picking up.”

“I’m contractually obligated” He deadpanned. Tony laughed and killed the call.


Tony was going to handle this well. Maybe take her to lunch and talk it out like adults. He was excited and nervous and had yet to sleep. He was currently fixing coffee from the enormous demonic espresso machine he’d had fitted in the common room when he invited everyone to live with them when people began filling in for breakfast. 

Steve and Bucky both coming in from their morning run and apparently showers. They nodded curiously at the billionaire before pulling down pots and pans. Bruce wondered in next and gave him a scathing look for his ball cap which he had neglected to take off. That explained the looks Tony placed it carefully on the counter. 

“So what did we learn?” Jane’s voice carried into the room ahead of her and the others looked up. Darcy entered holding her stomach and shuffling pitifully. Jane followed looking much less hungover. 

“Don’t drink with Tony.” Darcy grunted and began to pour her own cup of coffee. Tony didn’t speak, not trusting himself to yet. His eyes watched hungrily as she stirred her drink for signs of what he knew. Her unbrushed wild brunette hair, the shape of her eyes, the hangover slouch yea he could see it. Then Katie’s beautiful blue eyes and pouty mouth, her heart snatching laugh. It seemed so obvious

“What?” Darcy glowered at him. Oh yea he had that grumpy face sometimes. 

“Darcy threw up on the cyclone!” He blurted. Her eyes widened. 

“TONY!” She shrieked. 

“And she’s my daughter!” His shouting matched hers in pitch but was far more excited. Darcy’s eyes widened if possible further and then narrowed looking at him critically. 

The supers were paused mid bite. Jane gaped and Bruce eyed the pair wearily. 

“Okay I can see that” She finally said with a shrug. Tony barked a laugh not exactly how he’d pictured her taking the news. Then again he hadn’t thought he’d shout it at her over breakfast in the common room either. 

Such was life when you had no impulse control. But looking at the beautiful girl across from him he thought he rather liked this life.  

Younger Self - Derek Hale

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Summary: reader is being bullied at school and having issues with the pack when derek gets turned into his younger self. kate comes and plays at her insecurities and derek agrees – older derek comes back to tell reader how he really feels.

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY (POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING)/this is unedited bc i didn’t have patience…

You hated going anywhere these days: just the thought of going to school made you sick. The bullying had gotten so much worse and you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because your best friends were Scott and Stiles and the hyperactive spazz got you a weird reputation? That couldn’t be it because Scott didn’t get made fun of. The the that people seemed to constantly poke fun at was your weight. It was always something you struggled with but when Lydia took you under her wing when Scott added you to the pack it only seemed like someone to compare you two. You loved her to death but hanging out with the beautiful girls of the pack made the other girls at school laugh.

“Lydia sweetie, why hang out with her?” you heard someone mutter one day earning an awkward chuckle from Lydia before walking away.

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Work Comes Home - Part 4

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution. You meet Lin-Manuel at work and who knows what will happen?

Words: roughly 3330ish

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Disclaimer: Obviously, the timeline is a little weird, it takes a while to publish a book, but we’re condensing that time for the purpose of the story.

Warnings: Maybe swearing? I can’t remember.

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anonymous asked:

That 5 panel sequence of Kate vs Suit was just so flippin' rad.How do you and Romero execute a visual like that? I mean, like, how much direction do you throw in vs. how much of that is just Romero wagging his pencil all like "Naw gurl, I GOT this".The collaborative aspect of the writer/artist relationship has always been SO intriguing to me. Are you guys facetiming all the time or texting or emailing or making reference to scenes in movies or or or ??

So…since this panel(s) is SO incredible, and it’s such a great example of how fantastic an artist Leo is, I thought I’d post an excerpt of what I asked for on that page, which is a pretty specific idea, but one that he took WAY to the next level. For example my script called for about six Kates in one large dps spanning panel…Leo broke it up into five panels and gave us ALMOST 20 Kates! So awesome.

To be honest, I write pretty tight scripts generally, and Leo is just SO GOOD that we don’t need a ton of back and forth. He’s a magnificent storyteller, he doesn’t need much direction beyond the script and I think we’re in really great sync overall which cuts down on how much back and forth we need. Typically Leo will do breakdowns/layouts of an issue, which are SPOT ON and rarely need much in the need of notes, and then he’ll send in finished inks and we basically all just trip over one another telling him how fantastic the pages look, because they’re unbelievably good. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

I am VERY lucky to have the team I have. The book is pure joy to work on.

Anyway, see the panel(s) in question below and below that, the script excerpt:

aki-yan  asked:

Can i have a scenario of katsuki and his s/o watchinf a anime/movie and started to diss it because of how to stupid the characters are and such XD

Sure ~ I decided to do the movie “47 Meters Down” aka “In the Deep” just because the stupidity of the two girls made me wanna pull my hair out 😂 - Yuki 💙


“Kacchan the movie’s about to start!” you say excitedly as Bakugou exits the kitchen, a big bowl of popcorn in his hands. “Yeah yeah. I’m here.” He sits down next you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. You lean your head onto his and grab some popcorn.

“Kate, I don’t know about this.” Lisa says with uncertainty. “It’ll be fun I promise.” Kate says reassuringly. Bakugou scoffs at Kate. “That’s what they always say. I bet the blonde one will die first.” You giggle. “Go shark seeing they said. It’ll be fun they said.” You say with a laugh. Before the girls get in the cage, Kate asks to borrow the guy’s camera. “I bet the bitch will drop it.” 

“I think so, too.” And guess what? She does and a shark eats it. “Ha! I fucking knew it!” Bakugou laughs. You playfully roll your eyes at him. The cage ends up dropping the girls 47 meters down and they faint from impact. Lisa wakes up after a while, just screaming, panicking, and breathing. Kate tries calming her down. “Ugh oh my god. Bitch knows the more air she breathes the less she has in her oxygen tank.” You sigh, “I know right? She’ll run out of air at this rate. I know they’re alone deep underwater, but she should be calm like Kate.” 

She continues panicking and breathing heavily. “She’s so annoying.” You say in an irritated tone. “With the way she’s acting, I won’t be surprised if SHE dies first now.” After a while, the crew sent down a long rope with a hook. Kate attached the hook the top of the cage. They were being pulled back up. But the rope ends up breaking and they fall down… again. The bottom bars of the cage landed on Lisa’s leg. Bakugou rolls his eyes, “Seriously?! Brunette bitch just had to go get her leg stuck.”

The crew sent down two oxygen tanks for them. Using her last few breaths, Kate detaches her mouthpiece or whatever it’s called and reattaches it to the new tank. A shark comes out of nowhere and grabs her, pulling her into darkness. “What the fuck?” You and Bakugou say in unison. Lisa tries her best to free her leg. “I swear she’s so useless. All she does is cry. And now she takes action after her sister gets taken.” You facepalm. She finally breaks free and leaves the cage to rescue Kate. “Stay right where you are.” Lisa says as she makes her way to Kate. Bakugou moves his hands in a dramatic way. “DOES IT LOOK LIKE SHE CAN LEAVE?! LET ALONE MOVE?!” She finds Kate and they slowly make their way back to the surface. 

“Use the flare, Kate. It’ll help ward off the sharks.” Kate lights up a flare. You sweatdrop. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I think the light and the blood will attract more sharks.” As they slowly swim to the surface, the flare dies and Kate reaches for another one. But guess what? She ends up dropping it. “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! THEY NEED THE FLARE, THEY HAD ONLY 2, YET BLONDE BITCH FUCKING DROPS IT.” You let out a frustrated sigh, “She’s so clumsy.” When she lights up the second flare, there were multiple sharks around them. They race back to the surface while fighting and getting injured by sharks. They make it back to the boat, but plot twist! The rescue of Kate and going back was all a hallucination from Lisa!

You and Bakugou jump up, “WHAT?! IT WAS JUST A HALLUCINATION?!” Bakugou yells. You groan. “What a shit ending.” Bakugou looks at you as the credits roll. “A fucking waste of time. Let’s never watch it ever again.” You nod your head, “Agreed.” 

I’m really excited for something for the first time in a long time.

listen to Lavender- Two Door Cinema Club

then TELL me this wouldn’t be the Young Avengers band.
Im thinking: 

Billy- Vocal And Synth

Teddy- Drums
Teddy would be placed at the front with billy next to him instead of at the back like usual drummers. Im also thinking an electronics drumset so that billy and him have their own set up of electronic stuff and theyre totally in each others spaces and jamming. 
Tommy- Guitar 1 (solos definitely)

Hed stay with Kate and America for the most of the song, or on his own pedestal like the others, but when it comes to that solo you can bet hes going all about the place, 110% EVERY TIME

America- Guitar 2
more the riff type guitar, essential, unlike tommys fast fingered stuff
Kate- Bass
bassists always look cool. ALWAYS.

And they all do the backing vocals too because they LOVE IT

David is the manager and Nohvarr does the mixing for the albums
im not sure about cassie, eli and the others but if you know please hmu and we can talk about it

Christmas with the DiNozzo’s-Part 2

Title: Christmas with the DiNozzo’s-Part 2

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Warnings: all of the fluff!

Word Count: 1607

A/N: This is Part 2 to a request made by @yourtropegirl because I just couldn’t help myself and there had to be a Christmas Day part!! Part 1 here.

*images and gifs not mine-credit to creators*

Christmas Eve had descended upon the DiNozzo household and the girls were in their new holiday pajamas.  They were wired from visiting with Y/N’s parents that evening for gifts and the excitement of Santa coming just fueled their energy.

Y/N was able to settle them long enough to get cookies and a glass of milk together by the tree. “Okay girls, it’s time to go to bed.”

“Mommy, I’m not tired.” Kate began to whine and sat down on the floor, betraying her statement with a rub of her eyes.

“Baby come on.” Y/N passed Jenny to Tony and scooped Kate from the floor.  She was excited, but she was also tired and much to her mother’s relief didn’t fight too much. “Remember, Santa only comes when you and Jenny go to sleep.”

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How A Star Trek Convention Ended The World
  • Nervous Giggling Fan: So I have a question about Janeway and Chakotay?
  • Kate: *dully* You want to know why they didn't hook up
  • NGF: Well....yes
  • Kate: Janeway couldn't be taken seriously if she was having an affair. She was the first female captain in her child bearing years so....*sigh*...no Im so sorry dear but I can't do this anymore. I know what you really want to ask. You all want to know if Robert and I had an affair. Right? Thats what you all have wanted to know! RIGHT!?!
  • Crowd: Adjsjasdhhffasdfgh YES!
  • Moderator: Maybe we should just move on to the next...
  • Kate: We Fucked! We copulated! We did it! We had sex! We had sex and you know what it was amazing!
  • Crowd: *stunned silence*
  • Moderator: Oh no.
  • Kate: We had sex multiple times! He really is in one of my top five to be frank! But then guess what? Señor Sexy didn't want to settle down so we parted ways and that was that! We got over it! So should you!...........I need wine! *slumps back in her seat*
  • Robert: Top five? You've always been in my top three
  • Moderator: ....
  • Panel: ...
  • NGF: ...
  • Crowd: *girls burst into tears* *boys faint* *the earths floor opens up* *the sky falls* *the universe implodes*
  • Kate: *whips out her flask and starts chugging*

anonymous asked:

Any more Tim nsfw hcs? Like after a one night stand or something?

He’s always scared to go out and drink because of what happened that one time

>that one time
So he went out with Brian and Kate to some obscure bar where they wouldn’t be recognized right, and there was this guy who’s name might be john (hinthintgetthejoke) and eventually, after they both got hammered, they left. And after a long night of THAT he woke up the next morning and just screamed bloody murder (hah puns) and nearly killed the guy. ESPECIALLYWHENHEREALIZEDWHOITWAS.

He’s really hesitant to leave them but always does in the most awkward way. Usually “hey, can I get some coffee?” Then he sneaks out the window. — One time a one night stand turned into a one month stand and he almost got fired for the third time.
Max’s Nightmare - Sequence One - Identity

The first Sequence I am going to talk about contains the sections of Classroom Nightmare, Hallway Nightmare, and Backwards School Hallway Nightmare.

The Nightmare itself is spawn in part due to Max’s recent trauma and lessening physical condition. The first Sequence is closet to her trauma and speaks to her questions regarding her identity, who she is in the world, who she wants to be.

Sequence One - Identity
Sequence Two - Max and Men
Sequence Three - Guilt, Motivations, and How Max Views Herself

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New Years Eve (GrahamScott -Posted from mobile so most likely didn't post correctly-)

Warren feels invisible, he feels like he’ll be alone his whole life.

A nice, cold, possibly spiked beer, is the only thing that could help this feeling on New Years at a Vortex Party.

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I know I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. I wasn’t all THAT invisible. I mean, yes I did get pushed to the side almost everyday during school, got ignored in party settings where I sat in the corner and almost drank myself to death death like now, and had the girl of my dreams tell me that she is in love with a blue haired punk named Chloe Price. Who, I actually found pretty cool and stepped off to allow them to do their thing. I really wasn’t all that annoyed, I know some people who like me. Sadly both are not my type.

Brooke Scott is really a nice and smart girl, she always helps me when I’m having a hard time doing homework and even lets me fly her drone. But she just wasn’t…I don’t know, I’m just not attracted to her. She would be perfect for me but sadly she wasn’t at the same time.

Stella Hill is a total sweetheart who has the dish on everyone at this school. She knows everything about everyone and isn’t afraid to gossip. Which is one reason I wasn’t into her. I’ve never been a fan of those kinds of people. But Stella was my friend, and I can’t say that being invisible isn’t helpful and that I don’t overhear things in the male changing rooms where Stella can’t go… .Okay so I do drown myself in both gossip and alcohol most days.

Sitting back and looking at it all, I realized that I wasn’t that into Maxine either. Yes I did like her and wanted to hold her when she is depressed or sad or just wants another body wrapped around her and that yes, her eyes were a very beautiful shade of blue, but really, it was all just a crush that was already beginning to fade, it started to fade when Chloe came into the picture and texted me that I was out of it since Max kissed her. When I got that text I actually wasn’t that sad, I was actually happy that Max found someone that she really liked.

The only reason I was chugging down probably spiked beer at the moment at a Vortex Club party was because the feeling of dread set in. The feeling that I knew I was going to be alone the rest of my life and that no one would ever want me. Looking at the time I realized it was almost time for New Years and I haven’t found anyone worth kissing. I looked around the crowd in front of me who were grinding and laughing and taking large gulps of beer in between breathing. The shade of blue that I knew all too well was next to a shorter figure, dancing and laughing and I smiled. Max looked so happy next to Chloe and I couldn’t ruin that.

I felt someone sit down to my left and I looked over to see Blackwells Prince, Nathan Prescott. He looked pissed off as always as he looked over the crowd, probably looking for a girl to kiss or maybe even Victoria, but that couldn’t be it because Victoria was right there over on the couches, sprawled across Kate who looked happier than ever and was playing with Victoria’s short cut blonde hair. I popped my neck and looked at Nathan, trying to get my vision to clear up a bit before I decided to speak and make a fool of myself

“Got anyone.… special?” I managed to get out and Nathan snapped his dead to look at me, I could see his eyes go over my figure quickly with distain until his face actually softened up a bit.

“You look like shit.” He said plainly and I barked out a laugh, leaning in my seat more and pouting at him.

“Thanks jerk. Make me feel like a princess.” I drawled and I could see the side of his mouth quirk up in a smile.

“Welcome.” He got up and I intended for him to leave but instead he held a hand out to me, “Come'on Princess. We’re gonna dance.” I stared at him for a few minutes, trying to process what he had just said to me and opened my mouth to speak but closed it as I had nothing to say. “Come on Warren, get your fatass up and dance with me.” He said, sounding annoyed and I grinned.

“Why would I dance with you?”

“Because I know you’re into me, those looks in the changing room are not at all innocent or on accident, and almost everyone knows by now that I’m into you and–”

“Whoa whoa whoa.” I waved a hand in front of me, “You’re into me?” He stared at me with his eyes squinted.

“You… .wow Gayram. You sure are more naive than I thought.” He grabbed me and pulled me out of my seat, I was led out onto the dance floor and everyone stopped dancing as the music turned down. Everyone turned towards the front of the room and we saw the timer going down. Everyone began to chant simultaneously.




“I should of told you how I felt before.” I heard Nathan say and I turned to him. Confused.



“Nathan. Shh, you are right… .The looks in the changing room are definitely not innocent…”




“Be my new years kiss,” I asked and Nathan stares at me with wide eyes, looking surprised and he gaze fell to my lips.


1…” I felt Nathan pulls me close and lips fell on mine as everyone screamed “HAPPY NEW YEARS” And I melted into his kiss, grabbing the sides of his face and I closed my eyes, hoping that my kiss wasn’t as sloppy and nasty as I thought it might be. But I knew that was futile since it was obvious it was pretty sloppy, but a man can only hope.

“Happy New Years Gayram.”

“Happy New Years Prescock.” I felt him smile as he pulled me into another kiss, we didn’t notice Chloe taking pictures with her phone, a huge smile across her face and a twinkle in her eye as Max handed her 50 bucks.

“How’d you know?” Max asked and Chloe just laughed.

“New Years man… .New Years.” Max just scoffed and rolled her eyes, kissing Chloe softly.

anonymous asked:

Imagine instead of bringing the team to the farm Clint brings them to the apartment building where he's the landlord and they meet Lucky and Kate (who Tony says is too young for Clint) and they got to the roof with the other tenants and basically the same idea as the farm scene but at the apartment building

Bed-Stuy?  You’re super secret safe house is in Bed-Stuy?”

Clint ignored Stark’s incredulous yelps as he brought the quinjet in for a landing.  The jet’s stealth mode meant that they could safely land on the apartment’s roof without being tracked.  The jet fit easily into a corner near the generator he’d had installed last year; cover it with a tarp and it’d blend in just fine, so even eyes from the sky wouldn’t be able to tell it was there.  And there’d still be plenty of room for a barbeque tonight, besides.

“I’m just saying,” Tony said as they disembarked.  “The Tower is right over there.  Why don’t we just–”

“Head to the first place Ultron will think to look for us?” Clint asked as he helped Natasha toward the stairwell.  He didn’t like how much she was shaking.  He was gonna kill that Sokovian witch.  “No one knows about this building, Stark.  Not even Shield.  We’ll be safe here.”

“Will we?” Cap asked.  He gestured to the quinjet, which he and Thor had just finished covering.  “There are civilians all over the place here, Barton.  That’s a massive security risk.”

“No one here will tell anyone,” Clint assured him.  “They know me, they know who I am.  They’re good people.  They can keep a secret.”

“And what about when one of them complains to their landlord about the jet parked on their roof?” Stark snapped.

“You don’t need to worry about him either,” Clint said.  “He’s me.”

That stunned them into silence.  Clint explained as he led them downstairs to his apartment.  “Most of this neighborhood was destroyed during the Chitauri attack.  This building was still standing, but the landlord was part of some sort of mob business.”  With awful fashion sense, he added mentally.  “They tried to drive the tenants out in order to cash in all the land deals springing up from the the federal rebuilding money.  I bought the building to keep the tenants from losing even more of their home.  Seemed the least I could do.”

It hadn’t ended there, of course.  It’d been a long three years since the Battle of New York, trying to protect his people from those tracksuit animals.  Things had actually gotten better after Shield fell; after all, Nick Fury had ended up needing a safe house, too.

He didn’t mention that last bit to the others.  They’d find out soon enough.

They reached his apartment, and he unlocked the door and swung it open, keeping one arm around Nat, and jokingly calling out, “Honey, I’m home!”

Lucky immediately started barking and rushed over to greet him, tail wagging furiously.  Clint squeezed Nat’s shoulders and then dropped down to his knees so the dog could wash his face.  Damn, but it was good to be home.

“Make yourselves at home,” he said over his shoulder.  “Dinner’s in a few hours.  I’ll go let Grills know to expect a few extra tonight.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a sterek one where Stiles is very scared and nervous around Derek and Derek is mean to him at first but then very slowly becomes nicer?

[I don’t think Stiles would ever be nervous around Derek for that reason *wink wink* so may I offer you something a little different? :D]


“Okay, let’s get this over with.” Stiles says, walking into the house and dropping his bag on the floor. When he turns around, Derek is staring at him unimpressed, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall. It’s almost enough to make Stiles want to run away screaming and cursing life for creating someone so perfect.


“You don’t like me, but your mom is paying me and you need help so here I am.” He waves his arms around. “Will you let me help you?”

“I don’t need help.” It’s Derek’s answer, but he moves away from the wall and gestures for Stiles to follow him. “But since you’re here,” he sits on the table and pulls his books closer, “let’s do this.”

Stiles sighs. Just like he thought, Derek is not going to make things easier for him, but whatever, Stiles is getting payed so he might as well make the best of it. And if he’s able to sneak some glances at Derek’s perfect cheekbones, that’s just a bonus.

“Okay, I’m confused.” Stiles says, one hour later. “You know all this, you’re actually really good at Math. How the fuck did you manage to fail three tests in a roll?”

Derek shrugs, plays with the pencil in his hand. “Dunno.”

Stiles narrows his eyes at the obvious lie, closes Derek’s books and hands him a test he printed from the internet. “Try solving these under one hour. Let’s see how you work under pressure.”

“I’m a basketball player, you think I can’t work under pressure?”

“I think you can play under pressure and while the coach yells instructions in your ear. But think? That’s a whole different story.”

Derek sighs but doesn’t deny and takes the test from Stiles. “Ready?”

Stiles looks at the time and nods. “Go.”

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(The library is closed by now, so getting a webcam photo in a really roundabout way involving two laptops and a USB device is the only way to go atm…)

Anyway, there are three characters his shitlord and newest son of mine reminded me of this far: Crona Gorgon, Anakin Skywalker and Asriel Dreemurr. Cannot decide which is the best fit, but quite frankly, he’s fucked either way. There’s always hope, I guess.

omg Merlin fiddling with the head-chip thing while they’re literally in the middle of a mission is so perfect (“is that relevant right now Merlin?” “No not at all” “let’s get back to the main event shall we?” “Right you’re right”)

Can u imagine Merlin just constantly being interested in how things work and being easily distracted in the field by the tech and shit around him so he always needs a partner to be like “Merlin NOT NOW we’re busy”

“Right right sorry” *pockets the blinky thing with buttons to dissect later* *also pockets the book next to it*

For Prince Harry, children are the “upgrade of us,” so it makes it doubly important to make sure they are always involved in what he does.

The prince, who set up his children’s charity Sentebale in Lesotho, Africa, more than a decade ago, tells PEOPLE in this week’s issue that whatever he and his brother Prince William and Princess Kate are doing, they hope to bring in the next generation.

All the amazing things that are going to happen in the future, it’s all going to be them,“ says the royal, 31, in an exclusive interview just before heading to the U.S. to bring his Invictus Games in Orlando. "I never want to lose touch with that generation.”

As for having kids of his own, he says, “There have been moments through life, especially when we do a tour abroad, when I think, ‘I’d love to have kids now.’ … And then there are other times when I bury my head in the sand going, 'All right, don’t need kids!’ There’s no rush. I think … I tell you what: There’s been times I’ve been put off having children.”

Not, however, when it comes to his own niece and nephew, Prince George and Princess Charlotte.

“No, actually, I’ve got a couple of mates and being around their children just brings me back down,” he says, noting that he hopes to be a “fun uncle” to George and Charlotte: “Nobody wants to be boring.”

—  Prince Harry talking about kids in an exclusive interview with PEOPLE Magazine.