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[writingwell]

READERS!

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[hawkgal08]

#GoodReads

[drunkenhills]

Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck

[sunflowerseedsandscience]

REBLOG IF NAZIS OFFEND YOU MORE THAN NIPPLES.

[onekisstotakewithme]

Reblog if you think fanfiction isn't a waste of time.

Reblog if you think it’s a good way to practice writing.

Reblog if you have made friends because of fanfiction.

My sister called it a waste of time and I want to prove her wrong.

[resonance-of-libra]

This is the Lucky Ace. Reblog to recieve a wad of cash that is oddly specific to your current needs.

[jukaidream]

I reblogged this shit two days ago y’all… what kinda sorcery is this. Oddly specific too …. I’ll take it tho 🤯

[thisisasinkingship]

I think I did it wrong

[resonance-of-libra]

You made me lol ^_^

[neshtasplace]

I’m reblogging cause I had a great boon, so charging this post with more power!

[hawkgal08]

Show me the money!

[bunysliper]

Photo prompt from @hawkgal08:  Maybe a little Friday fluff? Birthday? Anniversary? We’re pregnant? Please?

I hope you like this!

The World at Our Feet

A season 7 Fic

She greets him at the door with a soft kiss and a gentle smile, resting her palms on his chest when she lowers from the balls of her feet. He matches the affection, cupping her elbows and keeping her from stepping back.

“Hey, you’re home early.”

His wife nods, no trace of remorse on her face. She’s been trying to leave work earlier since he was exiled from the precinct, but even now that he’s back it’s a trend that he’s pleased to note has continued. If they’re together and they don’t have an active case, she packs up and takes his arm, leads him out of the building with a soft smile. If they aren’t – like today – she makes her way home on her own, but before it gets too late. They’re able to make dinner together, to relax with the rest of the family, even retire to bed early and find certain enjoyable ways to pass the time.

Kate’s hands slip from his chest, sliding over his sides, drawing him into a loose hug. “Are you up to going out tonight?”

In truth, he is a little tired and had been looking forward to a relaxing evening at home, but her eyes are so bright, her smile so hopeful and sweet, he won’t turn her down.

“What do you have in mind?” he asks, rubbing her arms.

Kate beams, lifting onto her toes to kiss him twice in quick succession. “It’s a surprise. I left some things out on the bed for you; go get changed. I’m going to do the same upstairs.”

He knows he’s gawking when she pulls away and starts up the stairs, but she doesn’t chide him for it, just tosses a grin and a wink over her shoulder before she disappears.

Keep reading

[mottlemoth]

Please reblog this if fanfiction has been beneficial to your mental health.

[sparklemichele]

Yes reading and writing fanfics has been very beneficial to my mental health!!

[i-thought-you-and-i]

Same. Writing and reading has been amazing

[bunysliper]

To Start

A Flowers for Your Grave AU

When 6:30 turns to 6:45, and then 7, he starts to wonder if he’s been stood up. If this is some plan to teach him a lesson for bothering her on her case - which doesn’t seem fair in the least, since he’s the one who both figured out that it was Tisdale and then kept the guy distracted long enough for the cops to work.

He dismisses that notion, though. Kate Beckett strikes him as having a devious streak buried under all that prickly attitude, but he can’t see her being cruel enough to just not show. But still he fidgets in his chair, glancing around the room to avoid staring at one spot for too long.

He sees her on his third pass, standing in the doorway doing the same thing he is: looking around. Looking for him.

He lifts a hand, watching her suck in a breath and straighten her shoulders, standing taller in her heels and the deep blue cocktail dress she’d changed into after brushing her lips over his ear and sauntering away. It’s a gorgeous dress, not too flashy, but not too boring. Just enough to dry his throat, send a flash of heat through his limbs.

She looks nervous, he notes, a far cry from the bravado he saw earlier in the day, but still she makes her way to him.

“Hey, Castle,” she says once she reaches his table and the chair he’s already hopped up to hold for her. “Sorry I’m late - caught some traffic.”

His heart thumps a little harder at that, but he just nods. “Not a problem, Detective. You came, that’s what matters.”

This time, her smile widens, grows playful. “I agree. But dinner’s still the place to start.”

[nuoriyn]

[bunysliper]

His wife is the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. It’s never been in doubt, of course, but there’s something so gorgeous, so amazing, about watching her in the soft moments. When she’s in faded lounge clothes instead of pencil skirts. When she lifts their daughter onto a stool at the sink and kisses Lily’s little palm to heal a wound. When she’s just existing with him. That’s when Kate really takes his breath away.

[adorably-baby]

[bunysliper]

Her kids wear matching outfits. It’s something she had always mocked parents for doing, and yet here she is, dressing her four year old and her newborn in identical Cookie Monster pajamas. And damn if they’re not adorable.

[albertothechihuahua]

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[castleseason9]

Moment of Always Update!

Hi everyone! We’re sorry to have been quiet for so long. We know that you’ve been tweeting us and Tumblr-asking us about the status of the Moments of Always project, and we apologize for not answering each of you individually, but this update should address all of your questions.

We have a number of Moments of Always stories that are finished or close to finished, and we’re putting together a posting schedule for them. We will announce that schedule soon.

After we’ve posted the stories that we have, we’ll be stepping back from this project. Sadly, we didn’t get as many story submissions as we had hoped, and we have to admit that none of us have the time and energy to push this project along. We know that you’re going to love the stories we do have, though, so stay tuned!

We’ll keep our our prompts list up, and if anyone wants to write a story for one of those prompts in the future, we’ll be happy to promote it on our Tumblr and Twitter.

Thanks for reading!

[katebeckett]

Kate Beckett appreciation - 1/? — death would be kinder than her touch // k.s. 

[writingwell]

Because I'm a glutton, THREE WORD PROMPT: Kate Drunk Paris

#360

AU of the Alexis kidnapped arc

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The second Castle opens the hotel room door and sees her, he’s dragging her into his arms.

He feels brittle, he feels strong; he isn’t sure what is real.

Except Kate Beckett’s arms around him and her stumble over his feet and the smell of her hair in his nose. He breathes deeper, closes his eyes.

She lurches in his grip and he sniffs a little more discerningly. “Are you - were you drinking on your flight over, Beckett?”

She groans. “I walked out on Gates. I was worried about - us. I’m selfish about you and I’m sorry but you can’t ever do that to me again, Castle.”

“Do what, go after my family.”

“No, no, leave me alone like I wouldn’t help. Why did you think I wouldn’t-”

“You said you had to be a cop-”

“I said those are my only skills. That’s the best I can offer you, and it falls so short, but I’d never-”

“Dad?” his daughter calls, her voice with that eerie echo of gunfire still ringing in his ears. “Who is it?” Nervous.

“It’s me,” Kate says, clears her throat still clutching him so closely he can’t see her face. “Just me. Had to come.”

“Could stay away from me?” he tries to tease. It feels so flat.

She thumps him on the back, a punch if she was any distance from him to give it real force. “Someone kept neglecting to keep me informed of his progress.”

“Oh, me,” he says dumbly, some of his numbness beginning to retreat. “That was me. I dropped the phone.”

“Among many other infractions, but I can let it slide.” Her breath sounds shaky. “Now that you’re here. I’m here. One of those. Oh, God, Castle, I might be drunk.”

“You feel a little drunk.” He spots Alexis just at the doorway.

She hugs him harder and yet he feels her stiffen at his daughter’s approach.

Castle waves to Alexis, gestures the girl closer. “Come on, come here. We can’t all, can’t we all just-”

“We can, we can,” Alexis mumbles, sliding in between them. Kate, still stiff, gives him a side look, as if she doesn’t know what to do.

“Hug each other,” he growls. He’s so tired of the stepping around stuff, the halted conversations whenever the other enters the room. “I said-”

“We are, look, we’re hugging,” Kate hurries, one of her arms at Alexis’s waist. “What a dictator. Did you ever think maybe some people just don’t cope the same way you do? If Alexis doesn’t want to be smothered-”

“I’m okay with smothered,” Alexis whispers.

Kate’s mouth opens in surprise, Alexis ducks into his shoulder. “I…”

“Hug my kid, Beckett-”

“I am,” she chokes out. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Alexis, home safe.”

“Almost home,” Alexis mumbles from his shoulder. “Paris is…” She shivers.

Kate’s hand rises to pet Alexis’s hair, the smooth long fall of red down the back of her head to her shoulder. “It’s done now. It’s over. Your dad is kind of an action hero, I hear.”

“I really am,” he grins, grateful for the return to amusement. “I can’t believe you came to Paris.” He lifts his hand to do the same to her, brushing her hair back from her cheek, that sharp angle that always cuts him. “And drunk.”

“No,” she moans, claims his other shoulder as she drops against him. “Just - tired and maybe buzzed and I’m sorry, this is so irresponsible with Alexis-” Her nose turns into him, her voice drops, “but you left me there.”

“Never do it again,” he promises. “Together next time.”

“If it’s all the same to you guys,” Alexis squeaks. “There better not be a next time.”

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[quigonejinn]

[hawkgal08]

#inherwords

[bravevulnerability]

can you pls write something based on this au picspam? policevest tumblr address post slash 47518700056 slash castle-au-castle-meets-an-angel-gina-torres-and

Post anon is referring to:

Castle meets an angel (Gina Torres) and works out a deal with her to bring Johanna Beckett (Mary Steenburgen) back to life. But there’s a catch…he has to die instead. A life for a life, and eventually no one will remember that he existed. Once Beckett realizes what Castle did, she desperately tries to find a way for both Johanna and Castle to live, before she loses all her memories of him.

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(A/N: all credit for both this brilliant idea and artwork above goes to @policevest. I own nothing except the words below.)

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He watches her sleep from his spot in her bed, brushing her hair back from her forehead, feeling his heart clench painfully.

“There’s still time, you know.”

Rick glances up to the woman watching him with a sad smile across the room. Beckett’s guardian angel, apparently, with orders that she’s never necessarily been comfortable executing. But Kate… he wants nothing more than for her to be happy, to have what she wants. 

And he knows without a doubt that his wife would give anything to have her mother back.

“Do you really think leaving her is what’s best?”

“She won’t remember me, that’s what you said,” he returns, glancing back down to the woman sleeping in her bed. No longer theirs. 

Since this process began, since he managed to accidentally get his hands on that ancient artifact and wondered for a split second if Kate would be better off without him, he’s been stuck in limbo with the (annoying) angel. And with Johanna Beckett.

“Doesn’t mean it won’t leave another hole in her heart,” her mother chimes in from the foot of the bed.

These two women came to him with a deal, yet they’ve spent this entire ordeal arguing, one trying to dissuade him while the other presses him to choose what he thinks is best for Kate. It’s quite frustrating.

“Is that true?” He turns his eyes back to the angel, who releases a sigh through her pursed lips.

“In a sense. It’ll feel like mourning a ghost, harboring a hollowness she doesn’t understand.”

“But she’ll have her mother back?” Castle ensures, glancing to Johanna.

“Rick, you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be back in Katie’s life, to have never left to begin with, but you… you’ve been so good for her. Jim tells me stories all the time when he comes to visit my grave.” She smiles softly, that same hint of a dazzling smile his fiancée so often wears for him now. “She loves you. So much.”

“But she loves you too,” he protests, ignoring the nagging indecision threatening to form in the back of his mind. He was so sure of what he thought was best the second the ultimatum was offered to him, but Johanna Beckett continues to evoke doubt. “She would have given anything-”

“She wouldn’t trade you.”

“Rick, we’re running out of time, so I have to ask you again,” the angel murmurs, her dark eyes narrowing on him. “What do you want to do?”

“Excluding my daughter from a choice that affects her life doesn’t seem fair,” Johanna cuts in. 

The angel glares daggers at her. “Johanna.”

“Don’t you think so, Rick?”

He returns his gaze to Kate, watches her body shift and curls towards him as if she knows he’s there.

He doesn’t know the answers anymore.

-

She wakes with the whisper of lips on her cheek, the husk of a voice in her ear, and shifts in her bed towards the source, finding only empty sheets.

Kate’s eyes open, scan the desolate space beside her, the shape of the body that belongs just a flicker in her mind that she can’t shake. All she knows is that something’s wrong, missing, and it’s worsening each day.

His presence is strong, like a ghost that walks beside her, filling her head with indiscernible murmurs, warming her cold hands with a touch that isn’t there.

“Castle.”

The name slips past her lips without prompting, an echo of a memory rippling through her mind, and she clings to his face, his bright blue eyes and that beautiful laugh. She fights to make him stay, to stop fading.

“Come back,” she chokes, squeezing her eyes shut as if that can make the memory remain, as if that can force Richard Castle - her favorite author, her partner, her fiancé - to stay. “Don’t do this to me again.”

Kate draws her knees to her chest, pressing her forehead hard against her patella. The light weight of a hand on her face that has her eyes flying open a second later, her head jerking up with hope. 

But her heart stops at the sight of her mother perched on the edge of her bed.

“Mom?” she whispers, watching the gentle smile claim her mother’s lips.

“Hey, Katie.”

“Am I - is this a dream?” Kate inquires, and god, she’s really going crazy after all, isn’t she?

Johanna hedges. “You could call it that. This isn’t going to make a lot of sense, sweetheart, but just listen to me, okay? There’s not much time.”

Her mouth dry, Kate nods, shifts to sit up in the bed, to roam her gaze over her all too real mother sitting on the edge of her mattress as if it was just an ordinary day. As if she never left.

Johanna’s chest rises and falls with a deep breath while Kate’s stops short.

“It’s a long story, but Rick he… he was offered the opportunity to make a deal, to trade his life so I could have mine back,” she explains, and Kate’s unsteady heart tumbles into her ribs, begins to freefall towards her stomach.

“He - are you alive?”

“No, unfortunately not,” her mom sighs, reaching forward to squeeze her knee. “We’re in the ‘in between’ right now. I wanted insurance on you, so I’ve had an… well, a guardian angel looking after you. And, as of late, after Rick as well. When he held that artifact from the case you two were working on, it transported him here, with her, and she offered him the choice.”

Kate blinks. Angels? A magic artifact? Her mother alive and yet not?

“Okay, you’re looking at me like this is crazy, and trust me, I know, but just listen to me, Katie. Rick has slowly been fading from your memory and within a matter of minutes, you’ll wake up in a world where he never existed. A real world, where things are permanent,” her mother explains slowly and she may not completely understand, but Kate shakes her head.

“No, he can’t - where is he?”

“He’s here, glaring at me,” Johanna chuckles, but when Kate looks around… there’s no one. “Well, I can see him, but he’s becoming a ghost. Like me. It’s why you need to make a choice of your own, Kate.”

“Between the two of you? This is - what kind of twisted dream is this? You’re - you’re dead. This can’t be real.”

“It won’t be,” Johanna smiles softly. “It’ll all be over soon and you won’t remember any of it the next time you wake up, I promise. But what you choose right now determines what you wake up to and that’s why I’m telling you to pick your husband, the life you both worked so hard for.”

Kate sucks in a breath, tries to keep up. “But that… it really means I won’t see you again like this? Won’t even remember having the chance to talk to you again?”

Her mom frowns, but squeezes her knee once more. “I’m afraid not.”

“Why? You’re here now. You’re here. Why can’t you just come back?” she rasps, the tears clogging her throat, blurring her vision. “I miss you, Mom.”

“I miss you too, baby,” Johanna sighs, standing from the bed to move closer, embrace her daughter and stroke her hair. And it feels so real, just like when she was a little girl, a teenager, nineteen. “That’ll never change. But the way your life happened was the way it was supposed to happen, the way it was always going to happen, and I don’t want you to change it, to lose the kind of love and happiness that no one else, including me, can give you.”

Kate buries her face in her mother’s shoulder, inhales the faint scent of her perfume.

“Remember when I said you’d love his books?” Johanna murmurs, the grin claiming her lips when Kate withdraws from her embrace. Her mother’s gaze flickers to the other side of the bed. “Told you so.”

Kate huffs a gentle laugh, follows her mom’s line of sight to the man she can’t see. But she can feel him there, can feel the connection thrumming through her veins, pulsing through her system to flood her heart. 

Even if she won’t remember this moment, even if she has to lose her mother all over again, she’s not willing to lose him too. 

She refuses to give him up.

“Make him stay with me.”

[bunysliper]

(Picture not mine - to reblog just the pic, reblog from here)

This was written both for Fluffy Friday and as a short little entry into @castleficpromoter‘s 2016 Halloween Bash!

Treat, Definitely Treat

Waking her daughter from a nap feels like an insane, absurd idea, but she has to do it. Her meeting at 1PP went long, making them late to meet the Ryans for trick or treating. And even though Castle swears Lily is ready to go, she’ll still need to be changed before they can leave the house, which will take a few minutes.

Rushed as they are, Kate still takes a moment to smile down into the crib. Lily’s cheek is mashed against her pillow, her little butt half in the air. She looks as if she had been mid-crawl (probably to make a break for it) when sleep claimed her, and it’s adorable.

And oh, speaking of adorable. The fawn onesie the baby had latched onto last week as they shopped for supplies for the annual Castle Halloween party is nothing short of precious. Kate’s hand lowers, brushing the spots that trace Lily’s spine, patting the little tail as the baby stirs.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she whispers. “Daddy said you looked so cute in your costume, and he was right.”

Lily squirms under her hand, rubbing her cheek with a fist. After a minute, the baby lifts rosy cheeks toward her mother. Sleep still clouds her eyes, but a sweet smile spreads over her face when she sees Kate.

“Mama.”

“Hi, little deer,” Kate coos, leaning over to draw her daughter out of the crib.

Lily flops against her chest, her little body warm, cuddly. Pushing the hood away from her daughter’s head, Kate smooths Lily’s sweat-dampened hair back from her face. “Are you excited to go trick or treating with Sarah Grace and Nicky?”

She sways, trailing the tip of her nose over her baby’s cheek. “Should we get you in a new diaper before we go? I think we should.”

Lily whines as she gets her settled on the changing table and unsnaps the costume, but the baby doesn’t cry. Kate’s grateful for that; even when they’re melodramatic, her daughter’s tears churn her insides out.

“We’ll be quick,” she promises anyway, blowing a raspberry on Lily’s foot. “And then you, little bug, need socks and shoes.”

“So do you,” Castle teases from the doorway, his voice an easy, low rumble. Glancing over her shoulder, she finds him watching them with a tender smile.

Her bare toes peek out from under the dark hem of her dress – her improvised witch costume constructed from one of her maternity maxi dresses and an ornate belt – wiggling against the hardwood. “Yeah, I guess I do. Shoes for both of us then, Lily.”

Castle hums, brandishing a pair of tiny black patent leather ballet flats from behind his back as he moves to join them at the changing table. “We found these today. Look how perfect they are for the costume. They’re hooves! And I bought gloves too, in case it’s cold, but I doubt she’ll want to wear them.”

Her heart trips, affection making her smile turn silly. Her husband has thought of everything for a child who won’t even remember this day.

Lily is so lucky Rick Castle is her dad.

“Maybe for a picture,” she suggests, pressing a kiss to the sole of her daughter’s foot. Lily giggles under her hands, awake and ready to play. “I think that’s an agreement.”

“Good, because I already put the camera on the tripod downstairs.”

Kate laughs, making quick work of Lily’s soiled diaper before turning shoe duty over to her husband. Her lips skim his cheek, delighting in the scrape of his five o'clock shadow. Next year, they’ll coordinate costumes, but she has to admit his Miami Vice homage isn’t too bad.

“I’ll get my hat and shoes, and I’ll let Ryan know we’re about to leave.”

Her husband grins, a little bit giddy with excitement. “Kay.”

“And Castle?” she adds, watching him ease the shoes onto their daughter’s feet. “I have treats for us later, too.”

His eyes sparkle, his smile deepening at the implication, the promise. After a moment he nods, turning back to Lily.

“Best Halloween ever.”

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[bunysliper]

Thank you! <3

[hawkgal08]

#lovely