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The Wild Rover

ugh the way he rolls her over leave me here to die

I’m spending far too much time thinking about them spending most of the night on that couch, sharing secrets between kisses, taking turns opening up to one another and proving to each other there’s nothing either of them could say that would make them less loved.

Love this headcanon.

can someone please write a ff about it?

What The Couch Hears

She nearly ends up on her ass twice.

This end of the couch isn’t exactly made for two people to roll together the way they attempt to. It’s only their combined quick reflexes that save her from tumbling onto the floor. It’s funny, though; the laughter that spills from their lips makes the next kiss sweeter anyway.

Finally, they manage to get themselves situated; his back firmly pressed into the cushions, one arm locked around her waist to keep her in place. To be safe, she’s tossed the throw pillows onto the carpet between the couch and the coffee table. They’ll break her fall if something goes awry.

She strokes his ear gently, cataloging the way his eyes flutter shut at the caress. Clearly, he relishes the contact, turning into her fingers with a hum. His relief is almost overwhelming. He’d really been worried, hadn’t he? She kisses his forehead, soothing him even further.

“My turn,” she murmurs when he opens his eyes.

“Your turn?” He looks confused.

“Yeah. You shared, now I’ll share.”

“Kate, you don’t have to.”

She silences him with her lips. “Yes, Castle, I know. I want to.” She squeezes his hand lightly, promising, “I want to.”

He nods, eyes telling her silently to start her story whenever she’s ready. She’s only told one other person in her life, and as far as she knows Maddie’s never told a soul. In the long run it really doesn’t matter, not anymore. But just like his story, it’s something that’s often on her mind.

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random-ship:

always
by E

random-ship:

always

by E

castleramblings:

#they arrived at the hamptons late that night #getting stuck in rush hour #the crawl of traffic too slow to get them there sooner and too fast to do anything #risky #the hum of his ferrari and the close quarters it required made things worse #stolen glances turned to lustful stares #accidental brushes into deliberate strokes #they screeched to a halt infront of the house #clothes strewn on the private drive #barely making it inside #door left wide open as they topple onto the rug #fueled by overwhelming love and pure need #they can’t get close enough #not ever #crickets and the sounds of their passion the only thing to be heard at the late hour #castle #tags #whoops #nsfw (via touchedetective)

castleramblings:

#they arrived at the hamptons late that night #getting stuck in rush hour #the crawl of traffic too slow to get them there sooner and too fast to do anything #risky #the hum of his ferrari and the close quarters it required made things worse #stolen glances turned to lustful stares #accidental brushes into deliberate strokes #they screeched to a halt infront of the house #clothes strewn on the private drive #barely making it inside #door left wide open as they topple onto the rug #fueled by overwhelming love and pure need #they can’t get close enough #not ever #crickets and the sounds of their passion the only thing to be heard at the late hour #castle #tags #whoops #nsfw (via touchedetective)

Prompt: ABC (IRL) is making a Derrick Storm TV Series. This happens in Castle's universe. (Sorry if this makes no sense)

bravevulnerability:

Set in early 2016:

"But they didn’t even follow the plot," Kate argues, shaking her head as the end credits roll by and the preview for the next episode appears on the television screen.

"I know," he sighs, retrieving another handful of popcorn from the bowl between them. "It was still pretty good though."

"They made Clara look like an idiot," she protests, vehement and far more offended than he ever would have expected.

He was hesitant to have Derrick Storm turned into a television series for this very reason. The show was well done - much better than Heat Wave, that’s for sure - and he’ll always feel a sense of pride at seeing his own characters brought to life, but it’s impossible to follow the book precisely. Especially in under 45 minutes. 

"It’s just a TV show," he reasons, trying to placate her, still not fully understanding the look of disdain and disappointment shadowing her features.

"But it’s based on your books, Castle. It’s supposed to do them justice, and this," she huffs, waving her hand at the television. "Didn’t give your work half the credit it deserves."

Wow, she looks truly upset. A memory from a few years ago, back when they had that case involving her favorite television show, Nebula 9, flashes in his mind. The way the light had dimmed from her eyes when the characters she had looked up to as an adolescent shattered the illusion with their disappointing personalities.

He sometimes forgets that his books held that sort of importance to her, that they still do, and that seeing this television adaptation fall short of her expectations is somewhat crushing for her.

"Kate," he murmurs, curling the arm resting along the back of the couch around her shoulders and coaxing her into his side. "You watched the Nikki Heat movie, right?"

She scoffs. “Don’t even get me started on that.”

He chuckles and settles his chin atop her head. “My point is, that didn’t change how much you enjoy the novels, right?”

She shakes her head against his chest and tucks her knees into his side, resting her hand over her stomach. He covers her fingers, twining them over the barely noticeable bump.

"Just consider this a different version of the stories you already know," he says, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "And if you don’t like this version, we can just not watch it. Besides, I have better ideas for how we can spend our time."

He feels her smirk against the side of his throat, dropping a kiss to the skin beneath his jaw before uncurling from his side and rising from the couch, pulling him with her.

"Show me an example," she grins, leading him through his office, towards the bedroom.

Fiction may have fallen short of their expectations tonight, but he doesn’t mind. He has his wife in his arms, a growing piece of their family between them, and he’s happy. So happy.

His reality exceeds the fictional world any day.

Castle: I wish that I could kiss you. I wish so many things.
Beckett: There is no regrets. All in all, I think we’ve had a great run.

- Still (5x22)

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random-ship:

a writer and his muse  
-by E

random-ship:

a writer and his muse  

-by E

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castle Need to Know

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touchedetective:

#he’s surprised to find that he wakes before her #especially since they were making love until the wee hours of the morning #but he finds that he doesn’t mind being up early at all #not when he gets to see her like this #soft and unguarded and peaceful and so so gorgeous #more gorgeous every year he thinks #and it makes his heart swell to the point of bursting #he feels like he can barely hold it all in sometimes #the love that he has for her overflowing at every turn #and the amazing part is that she gives it all back to him #wholeheartedly and without reservations #completely hopeless and in this thing just as deeply as he is #she uses words like ‘forever’and ‘always’ #and maybe for the first time he in his life #with this extraordinary woman #he finally believes in those things too #he crawls back into bed with her #gathers her into his arms and presses his front tightly to her back #and as the warmth of her body and breath lulls him back to sleep #he realizes once again that she was right #he really had no idea (X)

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