Dedicated to @gay-ass-sideblog who gave me the tumblr prompt “telling the rest of the rangers they’re together”. I couldn’t start writing until after work and I had a million ideas for this (initially more humorous I don’t know what happened??) but I hope you enjoy it. :)
Note: This is something near and dear to my heart that I’ve
been thinking of doing for a while—but just got the guts to do today. After a
pretty deep talk with my coworker about it.
And No this isn’t real, Josh doesn’t actually suffer from this.
there was one thing Josh hated about himself more than anything—it was what he
couldn’t control. The way his eyes would blink hard, looking like he was
fatigued, or suffering from dry eyes (which coupled as his favorite excuse for
what was going on), the way he would unconsciously clear his throat, or scrunch
his nose up like he smelled a foul odor.
hated himself, because it just started. No pre-requisites to warn him, nobody
to explain what this was, or that he was in fact a normal teenager, despite
what was going on. Nobody in his family did the same things as he did—they never
complained of actions they didn’t mean to do. They never had sore muscles from
involuntary movements. They would tell him “just stop, that’s annoying”. That’s
what everyone would say. Stop, it’s annoying.
nobody stopped to think how annoyed Josh must’ve gotten by it. How tired his
eyes got from the firm blink after blink—or how sore his throat would get on
days when it would act up. He had a lot of soreness, and he hated it. He hated
losing control to his own body. Which was a constant battle—if he was
overtired. You bet it would cluster up into a storm. If he was sick—oh that
throat is going to get it! If he was anxious—kiss your eye muscles goodbye
because they’re about to be so sore. It felt like every little stressor in his
life was enunciated by these uncontrolled movements—god how he wished them
like, I go into any public place—and when people stare and whisper, or laugh I
know it’s about me. Because I’m the one who’s doing all these weird things. If
one thing goes away, another comes up.” Josh confessed one night, to a boy he
barely knew. The two were over the edge intoxicated (which didn’t help the
movements Josh found himself unconsciously doing)—which led to drunken
confessions. “I just wish I was normal. I never asked for this, I never did
anything to cause this.” He sighed, taking a long drink of the alcohol in his
hand. Wishing to find relaxation from all the strain his facial muscles were
put through day after day.
doesn’t change anything though dude, you’re still sick.” The younger male
slurred, putting an arm around his newfound friend. “If anyone tries to mess
with you, I’ll defend you so much.” And from that moment on, he kept his word.
time Josh went for a haircut—and cleared his throat, one too many times to be
exact. He had no idea why the hairdresser jumped back—covering her mouth like
he was the plague.
wrong?” Josh asked, worried that something he may have said (or his silence)
offended the woman, even before the haircut began.
you sick?!” She snapped, using her scarf to keep her mouth hidden from the boy
in front of her. “Whatever you have I don’t need—I’m pregnant.” Josh opened his
mouth to explain, to tell her it was involuntary—or make up some lame excuse
like he always did.
has involuntary tics like that. And I have an involuntary need to stay away
from people like you.” Tyler stepped in, keeping true to his word that he gave
Josh months ago. “C’mon Josh. Let’s go somewhere else.” Tyler shot a look to
his friend—who looked on the verge of tears.
barely made it to Tyler’s car before Josh had tears running down his face.
Mumbling his dreams of being normal, just wanting to stay out of people’s radar
when he walked up town. Not get questioned on “why do you do that all the time?”
a good 3-4 years for Josh to accept who he was, accept that it wasn’t a disease
he was plagued with, rather than a slight inconvenience. Though, it gave him
much more reason to be different from anyone in a group—and through the whole
journey Tyler stood by his side. Taking him out of situations where he felt
pinpointed and degraded for the things he couldn’t control.
story note: If you don’t quite realize what this was about—I don’t blame you.
Hell I wouldn’t know what muscle touretts was myself if I wasn’t plagued with
the damn thing. So in short—I have tics, like the ones mentioned above. I blink
my eyes hard, I clear my throat and sometimes when a Tourette’s storm hits, I
scrunch my nose up (God I hate the storms—its everything all at once and makes
you feel like you’re honest to god drowning). I’ve been like this for a good
3-4 years (2013 or 2014, I can’t remember. Maybe even earlier I don’t know),
and for most of those I lied through my teeth about what was wrong because I
was ashamed of admitting I was screwed up.
anyone (followers or anyone who sees this), you’re not alone. I have it, I can
name at least 3 other people that have it (I’ve never personally met them, but
in my healthcare career I’ve had people bring it up, then tell me a story of
someone close to them who has the same thing). It sucks, and if you’re like me there’s
really nothing you can do about it besides suck it up and live with it.
know someone who has this, be patient. If you think it’s annoying at times,
imagine living with it 24/7, no breaks—just periods of better and worse. It’s
not something you’d wish upon your worst enemy, and any support for people like
me—well we love to know we aren’t being singled out in a group.
read this far, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting me get this
off my chest—and taking the time to open your mind (and maybe even educate
yourself to get the word out) about this. Because like I said, when it came on
I was terrified and felt beyond alone.
- Untangle Me, by @horsensharry: Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get
at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the
early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it
permanently into his skin for fucks sake.
It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled
together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone
could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him
and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a
gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping
the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the
structure falling to the waves below. It’s not like he spends all of his
time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he’s good at
distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them.
Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system.
Or the one where Harry and Louis finally get it right. (103k, canon fic)
wings to break your fall
, by @karamelised : “I’m glad you like my clothes,” Harry whispers, sliding his arms
further along the couch until he’s speaking directly into Louis’ ear.
“Would you like me to take them off?”
or strip club AU. Harry’s work and family are keeping him
busy. He really isn’t looking for a relationship, doesn’t want one. He
just wants Louis. Problem is, Louis has other plans.Featuring:
spilled drinks, meddling mums, accidental insults, a pivotal plot point
masquerading as a private dance, Harry with wings, slow morning sex, a
secret relationship, and tea that fixes everything. (102k, Striper Harry)
Flour and Chocolate
, by @and-they-call-me-prideful : It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.
Then he approached the display cabinet. And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN. What. The. Fuck? Lifting
his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt
physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’
Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash
establishment and it was more than time to get out. OR Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street. (Single dad Louis and hipster baker Harry, 145k)
Photograph, by @anhcor and @tvshows-addict : Harry steadies his jaw. “What do you want from me?”Louis’ bottom lip wobbles. “I’m not gay.”“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?”And
at that, Louis seems to completely lose his shit. He rushes towards
Harry, banging his fists on Harry’s collarbones in a frenzy, and begins
yelling– “I hate you! I hate you! I fucking hate you so much!”Tears
are rushing down his cheeks, and then he’s shoving Harry away, drunk
out of his ass, causing Harry to stumble back a bit. Louis then begins
to clutch at himself, fisting his own clothes to his chest, dribble
falling from his mouth, his arms shaky and his back hunched. “Fuckfuckfuckufkcufkc!” He spits, face contorted, hands trembling. “I hate you!”“No, you don’t.” Harry steps forward, face concerned. “You don’t hate me.”-An
epic love story in which Harry is too in love for his own good, Louis
is in denial of his sexuality, and they write songs instead of actually
talking to each other. (207k of angst, canon fic)
run away home
, by @hattalove : Louis stands, in the middle of a clearing with his hands in his pockets, and stares. This boy—God,
this gorgeous, gorgeous boy. He seems so clumsy, confused at the best
of times, but there’s a wisdom about him as he speaks, a maturity that
belies his age.
Louis is hopelessly, wildly attracted to him.
or, louis is a successful jockey down on his luck, struggling to
get his life back on track after an injury. harry has a horse, a house
fit for a prince, and a broken heart.it takes them a while to figure out that they need each other. (Jockey!Louis, 106k)
-The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start)
, by @loaded-gunn : Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking
forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his
ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions,
he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s
the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by
February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry
Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a
record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry
Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who
left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless
in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there
it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them,
turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings
until, of course, reaching the finish line. (121k, Formula 1 AU)
, by @banana-louis : Louis doesn’t know how to feel when his best friend, Liam,
finds out about a brother that he never knew, who was placed for
adoption before he was born and is bursting into his life at twenty-four
years old. Louis is very wary of the man who might replace him. He has always thought of Liam as his own brother. What if Liam doesn’t need him anymore? What if there’s no room for Louis? After all, blood runs thicker than water. Louis doesn’t like Liam’s new brother and he doesn’t even know him. That’s irrelevant, though. He doesn’t like him. He doesn’t trust him. He doesn’t want him hanging around. He doesn’t want anything to do with him.That is, until he meets him. (177k of fluff and smut)
Love Is A Rebellious Bird
, by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews :AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the
concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and
Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool
again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which
is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at
night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around
too.Don’t hum Bolero. (134k, a big classique!)
Swim In The Smoke
, by whoknows :“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling
between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes
at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag
Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again,
just as ineffectively.Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun
streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his
mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over
with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious,
next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s
something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain.
Something he can’t quite put his finger on.“Put him in my cabin,”
Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys
screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag,
and Harry can’t understand any of it. (a/b/o Pirate fic, 101k)
burn to ash , by @bethaboolou : Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes
in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and
never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty
years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes,
but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the
old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile
he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his
lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his
innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in
place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to
meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later. (116k, future fic)
Hiding Place , by @alivingfire : Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole
Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be
Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X
Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization
that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.
From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain
Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love
without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will
Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe.
Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know
what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right
in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis
to give them a chance.
Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very
beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is
literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide. (soulmate Canon fic 365k)
, by @isthatyoularry : It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right.
However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and
his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a
terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just
that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the
plan.Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything. (135k, hate to love)
- Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose, by @haydolce: American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from
the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football
fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to
fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers). Louis
Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry
end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely
uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by
football. A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than
they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet,
Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end? (112k, hate to love)
, by @isthatyoularry : Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is
famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back
home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry
needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their
friendship forever. A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.(123k, BFF to lovers and fake relationship)
We The Fireworks
, by @happilylarreh :It’s the morning after the night before and Louis
doesn’t know how on earth he made it home in one piece but he reckons it
maybe has something to do with the curly-haired stranger, standing
half-naked in his kitchen. The problem is that this mysterious stranger,
who has a huge secret and an even huger heart, doesn’t seem to plan on
leaving Louis’ life anytime soon and doesn’t seem to be able to get it
into his stupidly adorable, curly head that Louis is absolutely,
utterly, completely, one hundred percent beyond help. Out of reach. Lost
in the night. Or The AU where Louis needs saving and Harry
wants to save him but doesn’t want to admit that maybe he needs saving a
little bit too. (103k, read the tags for trigger warning)
In Vogue , by @otpwhatever : 'Is that why David Beckham has been featured multiple times on
the pages of your life’s work? Does your criteria seriously consist of
one thing – a man’s ass?‘ ‘Well the ass is a man’s best asset,’ Harry
smirks, holding the Martini glass high up his face. ‘And don’t call the
magazine my life’s work. There are far more important things in life,
Louis Tomlinson, than what’s printed on the pages of a magazine.‘Fashion
AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running
British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’
confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at
fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story.
(There are no skinny jeans in this fic) (Fashion AU 121k)
my heart’s a stereo (and this melody is meant for you): Louis Tomlinson, an ex-boybander now stuck in the rut of a
comfortable has-been, gets the chance to resuscitate his career when a
pop star asks him to write a duet for her highly-anticipated comeback
album. Through a chance encounter, he finds a quirky lyricist in Harry
Styles, the curly-haired baker and former writer with an above-average
sense of rhyme and inexplicable interest in personal questions.Or:
the Music & Lyrics AU that no one asked for, in which Louis is Hugh
Grant, and Harry is Drew Barrymore, and the slow burn is (hopefully)
worth the wait.
Nameless Night , by @greenfeelings: For their 18th birthday, every person receives a letter that reads a
simple date. That is the date you’ll meet your soulmate. Harry
and Louis have different beliefs, live in different worlds and have
different dreams, hopes and fears. Yet, they’re not so different from
each other when it comes to love. When their paths cross, there is no
doubt they belong together. Except for that one, essential difference:
they didn’t receive the same date. Or, a fic about differences
that make no difference at all: Harry and Louis are soulmates. In every
way possible. Featuring Niall as a role model, and Liam and Zayn as a
different kind of role models. (155k)
I’ll Fly Away
, by @juliusschmidt: Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his
mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his
family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school,
Louis stuck around and Harry did not; Harry went to Chicago where he
found a boyfriend and couple of college degrees. Six years later, Harry
ends up back in Edwardsville for the summer and he and Louis fall into
old patterns and discover new ones.ft. One Direction, the local
boyband; Horan’s Bar and Grill; families, most especially children and
babies; Officer Liam Payne; many local festivals and fireworks displays;
and Anne Cox, PFLAG President. (122k)
All The Attention, All These Intentions
: Harry could barely breathe at even the possibility of
getting to be
Louis Tomlinson’s fake boyfriend. Louis was his favorite actor since
childhood, when Louis was also a child on the big screen. The guy he had
always looked up to. The guy whose poster he used to kiss every night
before bed. The guy whose movies Harry would watch all night until his
eyes couldn’t possibly stay open anymore. Harry was pretty sure Louis
Tomlinson wasn’t even real—he couldn’t be. or the fake relationship au
where Harry is an aspiring musician and also Louis’ biggest fan–until he
actually meets him. (120k)
- Take My Breath Away
, by @realitybetterthanfiction: There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy
classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These
select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in
the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war,
trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless
in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty
vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on
the line.Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to
flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was
always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall
Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the
Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed
Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he
finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and
something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father
had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically
missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love
with what keeps you on the ground.
we’re not friends, we could be anything, by @yoursongonmyheart and @wakeupwakeupwell : The
next second, Harry is firing back, “If I wanted to kill you I could
have just poisoned your fajitas.”Louis rolls his eyes. “Clever
feels his skin start to prickle with irritation. The way Louis talks to
him, so condescending… Like he’s smarter than Harry… Fuck that.“I don’t
have time for this,” Harry says. “Some of us have schoolwork to do. And
jobs to get to. So if you’ll excuse me.”Harry
doesn’t wait for a reply before he pushes past Louis, hoisting his bag
further up his shoulder and rushing towards the door. No, not rushing.
That would imply Louis is chasing him out. He walks to the door
hastily.He’s not sure, but he thinks he hears Louis mutter “Fucking
wanker” before the door to the flat clicks shut behind him….Or,
the one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely
don’t like each other and definitely won’t fall in love (even if Liam
and Niall think otherwise).
Where Your Heart Is
, by @anhcor and @tvshows-addict: Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he
suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched?
College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right
now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam– his entirely too
chipper step brother– or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the
gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge,
write and drown himself in books – No matter how distracting ‘Hallway
Boy’ may be– The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become
the bane of Louis’ existence.Or, a college AU set in San
Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find
inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process. (154k)
A Love Like War , by
Or: the one in which Louis Tomlinson is a cliched rock star, he’s
got everything except for love. But then he meets Harry Styles; the man
that, against all odds, saves him in every way a person can be saved,
even when Louis didn’t know he needed saving in the first place.
The Night Sky is Changing Overhead
, by @domestic-harry : “Um, sorry, but I believe that’s actually mine,” Harry said a bit awkwardly, pointing at the cup. The
man huffed, slightly narrowing his blue eyes, “Nope, large Americano,
dash of cream.” He held the coffee up closer to Harry and honestly,
Harry knew exactly what was in the cup because it was his coffee. “Right,” Harry slowly drawled out as if he was talking to a toddler, “Which would make that mine.”“Look, I really don’t have time for this, I’m running late. And this,” he said before he took a sip from the cup, “Is mine.” Harry’s jaw dropped and he held his hands out, failing them slightly, “Wha-you can’t just drink it!” “Well I did, so, do you still want it or can I be on my way?” The man challenged. Harry shook his head disbelievingly, “Take it, but for the record, it says Harry on it.” The
man turned the cup around and a sharp laugh came out of his mouth,
“Well, shit.” He looked at Harry, a smile stretched across his face as
crinkles formed next to his eyes. “Thanks, Harry.” (124k)
Wasn’t Expecting That
: Since moving out of his mum’s house with his baby daughter,
it’s always been just Harry and his little Luna Flower; dad and daughter
against the world. Things are just fine and Harry doesn’t think he
needs anyone – and that could have had to do with the fact that he
doesn’t think there’s anyone out there good enough. But, with a leap of
faith and some unexpected twists and turns, maybe he might just prove
himself wrong. Or, the one where Harry is a single dad and gets more than he bargained for after a one night stand of sorts. (103k)
Hey Raina! I love your writing! these two are my faves! :) you would do them justice, I'm sure ;) But what's this I hear about you filling them all??! (I have no objection to this)! cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me or, i fell in love with you while i was undercover and i know you’re mad at me for lying but i have to go back to my old life (and i want you to be in it) Best wishes Zoe xox
“cop!au i’ve been undercover for months/years and i know i told you not to wait for me but i’m still in love with you and it’s killing me.”
She walks into his book launch party with low expectations, minimal hope that he’ll notice her amidst the crowd, acknowledge her even if he does. It’s been over a year since she had seen him last, since she had kissed him goodbye on an ordinary Wednesday morning, leaning over him in bed and tasting the sleep and sunlight on his tongue. They’d had dinner reservations, no special occasion, but they had only started dating a handful of months ago and he had been eager to see her dressed up for him.
But after she had arrived at the precinct, spoken to Gates and learning she would be participating in a “simple undercover mission”, everything had changed.
She’s only talked to him once since, a rushed phone call in a back alley, a tearful goodbye that he had refused to accept.
“Castle, I - you can’t - I don’t know when I’ll come back. If I’ll ever come back.”
“You will,” he had argued fiercely. “And I’ll be here, I’ll wait for you.”
“Don’t,” she had ground out, biting back tears. “I can’t ask you-”
“You’re not asking. I’m telling.”
The door to the club her people were infiltrating creaked, voices echoing off the brick walls of the alley. “Rick, I have to-”
“I love you, Kate. Stay safe. Just stay safe.”
She still hates that the first time she hears the words since her shooting is on a burner phone, in a grimy alley; she hates that she’d had to hang up before she could say it back.
The mission had taken a full year to complete, her cover too deep for her to pull out any sooner, but the moment she is found in the woods, the moment the arrests are made and she is free of false identities and underground counterfeiting rings, her first thought is of him.
Her body is decimated from two full days of torture and she’s forced to spend time in the hospital, unconscious for hours on end as her system recuperates through IV fluids and constant medical attention. Gates is the first to show up at her bedside, the boys next, and Lanie the last.
“Castle?” she had croaked to her friend, her larynx still in fading agony from the frigid spill of ice water down her throat, into her lungs.
She had told him not to wait. But he had promised her he would and foolishly, she had clung to it.
“He’ll be so thrilled to see you again, sweetie,” Lanie had cooed, brushing her hair back from her bruised forehead. “He’s actually got his book party tonight, but I could call him-”
“No,” Kate had wheezed, ignoring her best friend’s quiet protests and sitting up in the bed. “Don’t wanna ruin that for him.”
“Kate. You would make his day, his entire year,” Lanie had insisted and it gave her hope, inclination to believe that maybe, he had kept the unfair promise after all.
“I want to go,” she rasped, grabbing Lanie’s hand on the edge of the hospital bed when she had looked as if she was about to shoot the idea down. “I - he always loved surprises and even if - I just want to see him.”
“Girl, you are so damn lucky I’m a hopeless romantic,” Lanie had huffed and together, they had devised a plan to have her out of the hospital by that evening, have her dolled up and donning a gorgeous gown befitting of a Richard Castle soirée.
“You’re a miracle worker, Lanie,” she had murmured, embracing her best friend in a long hug.
Lanie had hugged her back tight before she had pulled away, adjusted the curls of Kate’s hair in the bathroom of Lanie’s apartment. “I missed you too, honey.”
Kate dusts her fingers over the same curls self-consciously now, hoping the sweep of her bangs and the layer of makeup on her skin will hide the swell of purple consuming the left side of her forehead, the scrapes branching out from the edge of her eyebrow where the sharp fingers of the forest had reached for her when she had been readied for her execution.
A flash of red hair catches her attention, the pale moon of Alexis’s smiling cheek across the room, complimented by the midnight blue of her dress. Only a year, and his daughter has matured into a young woman, standing out amidst the sea of blondes in vibrant party dresses, and if Alexis is here, she knows her father must be near too.
Kate scans the room, smoothing her fingers over the soft, white fabric of the dress. She would have chosen something more demure, less attention drawing than the gown that clings to her curves and falls just past her knees, but she already knows that is the exact reason Lanie had picked this dress.
His book, Deadly Heat, decorates every table, has small crowds gathering around the pyramids of novels, but she can’t seem to locate the author.
“Katherine Beckett?” the familiar gasp of Martha Rodgers has her nearly toppling in her four inch heels, the first pair she’s worn in quite a while, but Kate accepts the woman’s tight embrace when she steps forward, wraps her arms around Beckett’s shoulders. “Oh my goodness, darling! Where on earth did you come from?”
His mother pulls back after only a moment, hardly long enough for Kate to even return the hug, lifting her decorated fingers to Kate’s cheeks, concern spilling through her bright blue eyes at the sight of her injuries up close.
“The hospital, actually,” Kate chuckles nervously, moving to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before thinking better of it. “I - I don’t know how much Castle told you, but I was just extracted two days ago and it’s - I know it’s probably selfish of me to impose on his big night, but I-”
“Selfish? Oh, sweetheart,” Martha tisks, talk of an undercover mission and her hospital stay failing to faze her. “I am personally thrilled to see you, but Richard? My son is going to be ecstatic.”
Kate takes a deep breath, attempts to calm her nervous heart with Martha’s words. “Do you know where he is? I was hoping-”
“Oh, of course! I’ll take you to him. He’s in the back lounge, kind of avoiding the scene,” Martha clues her in under her breath as she takes Kate’s hand, guides her through the crowd towards a door marked ‘PRIVATE’.
Beckett’s brow furrows. “Avoiding… but I thought he loved these parties.”
Martha hesitates, but leads her through the door after being waved through by a single security guard. The room they enter is slightly smaller than the one they had just left, the lighting low, the muffled sound of the music from the party the only sound to penetrate the air, and the decorations kept to a minimal. A few of his books lie scattered across a sleek coffee table, an abandoned marker lying atop one, but it’s the man on the plush leather couch, lying with his arm thrown over his eyes, that catches her attention, steals her breath.
“Castle,” she gets out, her voice a strangled thing, but he hears it, recognizes it, and his arm immediately drops, his body instantly shifting to sit up, twist around.
“Kate?” he breathes, his eyes igniting into blue flames and his body rising with the fire.
“I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted,” Martha whispers, squeezing the bone of Kate’s shoulder before disappearing through the door, but Beckett fails to acknowledge his mother’s exit, fails to breathe without her damaged lungs snagging on the spikes of her ribs.
Castle takes a step towards her, wary, as if he doesn’t quite believe she’s truly there, but he wants to. She can see how badly he wants to. “You’re - are you back? Is it over?”
Kate swallows past the ache in her throat and nods. “I was just extracted two days ago,” she repeats, earning another step towards her. “I wanted to call you as soon as I could, but I had to stay in the hospital-”
“Hospital?” he echoes, that dazed look in his eyes clearing as he scans her face, pinpoints her injuries and finally stands close enough to touch her, to dust his fingertips to her cuts and bruises.
“Nothing serious,” she promises, her heart exalting at his proximity, his fingers on her skin. “But today was the first day I was able to think straight and Lanie told me you had a book party-”
“This your way of surprising me?” he mumbles, the corner of his mouth twitching, but struggling to form a smile, and Kate finally remembers the hands hanging limp at her sides, lifting her fingers to his lips, tracing the lines like parentheses bracketing his mouth.
“I didn’t want to ruin your book party,” she whispers, following the lines surrounding his lips to caress his jaw, skim her nails along the stubble peppering his skin.
But Castle catches her hand, cradles her palm against the line of his jaw, and shuts his eyes, inhales a deep breath that has his chest expanding, brushing against hers.
“You waited for me,” she murmurs, her eyes already stinging with the realization, her teeth snagging her bottom lip to stop it from trembling. “I told you not to.”
Rick’s eyes flutter open, an argument already on his lips, so Kate presses her thumb to the seam before it can break free.
“I told you not to, but I’m still - still so in love with you, Castle,” she confesses, her hand scaling the side of his face until her palm is draped along his cheek and his arm is twining around her waist, drawing her closer. “The entire time I was gone, you’re what got me through the worst of it, the idea of coming home to you. If you still want that-”
Castle huffs and leans in, level with her in height thanks to her heels, and she holds her breath, awaits the welcome touch of his mouth that she’s only been able to daydream about for the past year.
“I will always wait for you, Kate,” he whispers, his lips brushing, caressing hers with the words. “You’re always worth waiting for.”
gamzee and nepeta both going to art college and having nearly every class w each other and nep being the only one who wants to seat next to the freaky juggalo pothead- later on realizing they got friends in common and start bonding about that bonus points if they have sex while painting each other’s bodies
tattoo shop au where gamzee owns a tattoo shop w his brother kurloz, and nep wants to get into tattooing world but noone will want her in their shop cause her style is too ‘girly’. gamzee likes it tho and kind of thinks she’s a 'cute lil kittybitch’ so he talks kurloz into hiring her- later on realizing she’s his brother’s ex gf (whom he hates cause he thinks she talked shit about kurloz) little sister. hence the awkwardness.
pale high school au where they just fuck around because neither of them is bothered with the weirdness of the other one
au where equius knows popular kid gamzee (who is actually just in the popular kids group cause vriska thought his 'pothead edgyness’ added a cool touch to them and also his house is great for partying) digs her so he plays cupid because her dating someone with 'his social class’ would make her less of an outcast and he would feel more comfortable going around with her that way.
typical summertime love triangle where karkat wants nepeta off his back so he asks gamzee to do him a solid taking her out in a date. gamzee ends up liking her, she adopts him as a best friend while her cousin equius is away for the summer but still loves karkat because to her he’s perfect an d talks nonstop about him and you can pinpoint the exact moment gamzee’s heart breaks in two.
merman and were-pantheer au. you can imagine how it goes. nepeta is kidnapped from her original home by some investigators/circus people/??? when she’s found out, but luckily escapes and begins hunting around. she’s in the shore when she finds a huge ass fish, but when she picks it up it’s half a human??? what the heckie?!?! they make friends and gamzee guides her to a hidden cave in the shore where she hides.
french exchange student nepeta leijon meets mexican exchange student gamzee because they are both in special classes for exchange students and they start talking in gibberish english cause neither of them knows how to talk it very whell pfft-
they meet at kurlin’s wedding. need i to say more?
Valentine’s Day AU - Bellamy and Clarke both work at the grocery store
“Okay, do you want the paper sleeve or cellophane?” Clarke asked.
“Uhh,” the man stared down at the bouquet. “Which one’s cellophane again?”
“The clear one,” Clarke tugged a cellophane sheet out from the counter behind her.
“Sure, that one,” the man said. “Do you have any ribbon?”
Clarke looked at the mess of tissue paper, twine, and cellophane that had accumulated in the checkout lane behind her.
“Yeah, I can make something work.”
She did make it work, in a manner of speaking. The bouquet was technically wrapped by most operational definitions but it wasn’t particularly aesthetically pleasing. The red tissue paper was crinkled and fastened together with three strips of tape, the cellophane was cut jaggedly, and the twine was tied in a limp bow with shredded ends. Clarke never had gotten the knack of using the scissors to make curly cues. She passed the bouquet over to the man and stuffed a handful of coupons into his bag.
“Sorry about that,” she said as he turned to leave. “Have a good day!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be an art student?” Bellamy asked as he walked by.
“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Clarke sniped back.
Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) (54k - 10/?) / A self-indulgent AU that takes place over the summer of 2015. 18 year old Harry hates pining after people he can’t have, and 23 year old footballer Louis loves flirting with people even though it never means anything.
Untangle Me (100k - 12/12) / The one where Harry and Louis finally get it right.
IN HONOR OF THE HUG THAT MADE THE WORLD GO CRAZY also It’s the end of October which means fic time! This month the list is pretty long; I didn’t even realize how many fics there were. Favorites are above and the entire list is below the break.
I hope that this brings a little happiness to you in this sad time (RIP OTRA) :) ENJOY AND SEE YOU NEXT MONTH
a little (slightly cracky) something inspired by magicalplaylist’s reindeer!blaine and the fact that deer represent kindness, generosity, innocence, and determination. aka Blaine.
contains mystical/mythological sort of aspects even though I can’t find any existing myths of deer-people. whoops.
The first time Kurt gets lost in the woods, he’s nine years old. It’s spring.
He hadn’t meant to get lost, of course. It’s just that the old cabin that he and his dad visit every once in a while happens to be ensconced deep within the trees, and once he wanders out of view of the warm light that seeps from the windows, the trees turn into an unending labyrinth.
Being lost doesn’t worry him immediately. He’s sure that he knows the way back, so he simply keeps walking, nose scrunched when he accidentally steps in a patch of mud. The wilderness has never been his favorite thing in the world, but right now it’s calming, how the golden light of sunset dripping through the leaves stamp a pattern on the forest floor. It reminds him of a song – a wordless song – that his mom used to sing. A melodic hum, a soft whistle, and over again.
I don’t know how they will fix this, but they need to do it. I mean, If you look closely you can actually pinpoint the exact moment his heart breaks in two
And that is not ok. I get it, I can understand that Haru feels a lot of pressure and all that but really. And then, when Makoto told him he is going to Tokyo he just runs away, again. Haru tells (screams, actually) Makoto to stop sticking his nose in ‘everyone business’ and when he does it, he gets angry and angsty.
So yes, lets forget the “I’m happy you are there for me” and just add gratuitous drama. Let’s Haru yells at his best friend who probably will do everything to see him happy and break him. I wish the only problem would be how Haru and Makoto are handled but no, is everything.
With one episode left I don’t know what to expect…