you can actually pinpoint the exact moments his heart breaks in two

Bad Match - Part 13.

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words Count: 2.8k+

Warnings: angst, tough love from friends, kind of fluffy, self-loathing, swearing, bad english.  

A/N: Friends give some tough love to both Bucky and Reader. Sorry for the huge delay on posting this. I promise (fingers crossed) that part 14 won’t take that long to be posted.  

Feedback? Please!!!!

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“Tony…” you cried out tightening the embrace. Between sobs, you proclaimed the reason you had gone to him. “I can’t be here anymore. I’m sorry… but I can’t be an Avenger.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi could you rec some really nice fics that you loves with bottom Louis please? Thank you.

hi anon! i can indeed. i’m gonna rec you some of my fav smutty but sweet fics (and some just smutty, some with angst) with bl okay? these are in no particular order, and it’s a long one! 

BL fic rec

Love’s Truest Language by summerwine

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where’s your order forms, then?”

“I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

rivers ‘til i reach you by embodied

Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer.

AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn’t be complicated (spoiler: it is).

you drive me wild (you know you do) by missandrogyny 

Their management informs them that they have an interview right before the ARIAs, and it isn’t until he’s in a suit, seated on a couch between Liam and Zayn, that he gets the idea.

The interviewer, Angus, smiles at them, right before the cameras roll on, and a metaphorical light bulb goes off inside Louis’ head. He’s perfect. Well, not as perfect as Harry, but enough. He’s attractive, attractive enough to drive Harry crazy, and he doesn’t even think of the consequences of his actions, just decides right then. It’s all Harry’s fault anyway. Louis should be allowed to have a little fun.

(or: Louis flirts with the Australian interviewers and Harry gets possessive.)

My English Love Affair by isthatyoularry

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody’s supposed to find out it’s about you.

The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

give me things to stay awake by embodied

It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.

AU. It’s been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.

Is This Seat Taken? by Lainy122

A borrowed suit from Zayn, a cigarette and the right attitude, and Louis went from security breach to misplaced celebrity instantly. He could practically see the wheels in the security guy’s head switch from ‘could be dangerous’ to ‘could get me fired’.

L.A was so predictable.

Louis makes a bet with Zayn that he can sneak into a music awards event without getting caught, and when he ends up posing as a seat-filling member of staff he runs into superstar Harry Styles and sparks fly. Que the music.

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Mini Trimberly fic

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. :)

Read it on AO3 

Rated M? Some allusions to sex, a little bit of violence, but nothing too crazy.

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The Point of No Return - Part 3

Originally posted by dearvmon

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Your friendship with the maknae of BTS suddenly turns into something else. You don’t know exactly why or when this happened but you sure know there is no going back. Will you regret it in the end?

Words: 4k-ish

Genre: Angst

Inspired by:

- The Point of no Return - The Phantom of the Opera      

- @perpetually-jungshook’s How to change a fuqboi series                          (narrator-character interactions)               

Warnings: Language

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“OH. MY. GOD, YN!! You did not just fall asleep right after!!!”

“Oh, God! I feel bad enough without you shaming me like this, Hyunseok!!!” You hissed back at your friend, which was sitting across the table from you and looked simply horrified. “I was drunk and tired and the sex was just… GOD!” That was all you could say, as your thoughts were clouded by flashbacks of your night with Jungkook. “I think that maybe all my blood was diverted from my brain from the amazing sex. I could have brain damage right now!! Hypoxia is a serious thing, you know.”

“Bitch, please!” He rolled his eyes at you. “You know, maybe I should make a move on Jungkook. The golden maknae has proven his worth in yet another field.” He said playfully, but then turned serious and sat up straight in his seat. “So? What happened then? Did you guys talk? Are you going out? Did you have mind blowing sex again?”

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See Past It//Josh Dun

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.


               If 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.

               He 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.

               Except, 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 away.

               “It’s 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.

               “That 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.

               The 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.

               “What’s wrong?” Josh asked, worried that something he may have said (or his silence) offended the woman, even before the haircut began.

               “Are 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.

               “Actually—he 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.

               They 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?”

               It took 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.


               End of 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.

               So to 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.

               If you 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.

               If you’ve 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.

               Thanks guys!

               Yours truly,

               Sam (justtwentyonewriters)

anonymous asked:

I'm looking for long fics (+100 k). Any suggestions? Thanks! 😊

Helloooooo ! I thought I already made a fic rec for long fics … but nope. So yeah, here you go, this is some of my fav long fics  !

thanks for asking !

(I tried not to add the most obvious fics, but I’m sure you already have read Pull Me Under , Wear It Like A Crown , Red Brick Heart , Wild And UnrulyAnd Then a Bit , ?)

-  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)(deleted but i have files if you need)

- 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 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)

- Bloodline , 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)

- Give Me Truths , by @canonlarry : ‘Just like a little cat,’ Louis thought later, as he drifted off to sleep. ‘A little kitten with his claws sunk right into me.’ It isn’t that terrible of a thought, after all. …………. Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy. (110k, Uni AU)

- 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!)

- nobody shines the way you do , by @quitefinishedlarry : Louis pretends to be Harry’s boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan. (115k, fake relationship)

- 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)

- Unbelievers , 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)

- California Sold   , 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)

- feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream   , by @lourrynavy : Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days. (123k, Royal!AU and magic!)

UPDATE ! (last update on July 6th 2017)(under the cut)

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it means to establish ties

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. 

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ok but consider this:

  • several red humanstuck gamnep au’s
  • 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?
  • idk man i just have a lot of silly aus in mind.

zkalways  asked:

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.”

Heartbeats - Chapter 13

Hey! Hi. Sorry I’m a bit late… anyway, here’s the last chapter of Heartbeats - there will be a short epilogue next Monday and then we can move on! As usual, this has been brought to you by passing-time-creatively​ proofreading service. Thanks bro! 

SFW, (N)SFF, 1,899 words

“Does anybody know?” Rachel whispers, still excited.

“No” Hannah says, simply, “nobody knows yet.”

“Not even Mamrie?” Rachel squints her eyes, investigating.

“Not even-” Hannah pauses, and frowns, then continues “not even Mamrie.”

“So, how was it?” Hannah asks while they wait for a taxi. They got Rachel’s address to send her copies of their books, and made her promise once again that she’ll keep quiet until they are ready to share the news with the world.

“How was what?” Grace asks, kicking a pebble, distracted.

“Your first coming out.”

“Oh. Technically… it wasn’t the first. Nor the second, for that matter.”

“Wait, what?”

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