#ellawritesfic

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Prompts!

Hey anyone who reads this!

I wanna start writing more, so send me prompts anything welcome and I’ll try my best! :)

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Send me some prompts, in the mood to write! Anything welcome :)

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Improvisation-Stanathan [RPF]

A/N: Yes, this is RPF and yes I still ship Stanathan. I support their relationships, doesn't mean I believe they were/are together. Thankyou.

They had no idea how they got here. Well, they did. It was scripted, or more like partially scripted. “As Carly reaches the climax of her song, Castle takes Beckett by the hand and starts to dance.” What were they supposed to do? That’s why they were here, sat on the small couch inside his trailer, staring at each other wide eyed. “Come on, we have to do this.” He says to Stana, smiling at her before taking her hand and standing them up. “Okay, erm.” She says, eyebrows scrunching in confusion. She really doesn’t know how adorable she is Nathan thinks to himself, noticing her concentration. Nathan doesn’t realise he’s still holding her hand down by their sides, she does though, not making a move to change it. “So we’d be standing side by side,” he says as he moves “watching Carly from the side so we’d be facing this way.” Talking more to himself as he points in the direction of the window. They begin trying different turns and twists, both noticing the smoothness in their movements. Just like they’d been dancing together for years. In fact, they had. Just not this type of dancing. They’d been dancing around their feelings for each other for years. Both of their heads were spinning, and that wasn’t from the dancing. They were both breathing heavily, quietly making note of the moves they were performing, ones they could do and ones they couldn’t. “Is it too adventurous to go all Dirty Dancing?” Nathan asked, trying to break the sudden tension that was in the room. “There’s no way you can lift me, Nath.” Stana replies, smirking at him “Oh really?” he fires back, lifting an eyebrow at her and raising his arms, tensing his arms at her, showing off his biceps. She bursts out laughing at him, raising an eyebrow in return. “Go on then, hotshot.” She says, fully expecting him to laugh it off. He does the opposite, and moves so he is centimetres away from her. Her breath hitches, their faces are so close they can feel the other’s breath on their own face. He places his hands on her hips, the sensation shouldn’t affect her, but it does, shooting straight to the pit of her stomach. “Let me just get a feel for your weight, not that I haven’t had you in my arms before.” She looks at his face, expecting a smirk, a smirk that isn’t there. He lifts her effortlessly off of the ground and she gasps at the smoothness. She doesn’t realise it, but she’s gripping onto his shoulders tightly. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to drop you.” He says, chuckling at her ferocious grip. “I know,” she replies, subconsciously nuzzling into his neck. He eases her back down to the ground, keeping his hold on her hips. “Do you trust me?” he asks, looking into her hazel eyes. “Of course I do,” she replies, biting her lip. His eyes are automatically drawn there. He clears his throat to focus himself back to the task in hand. “Why?” she asks. “Go over there,” he points in front of him “and run towards me, jumping upwards when you get to me.” He says, smiling at her. God that smile she inwardly groans. She walks to where he pointed, taking a deep breath before she runs towards him. He stables himself, focusing intently on the body racing towards him. As she reaches him, she jumps as he said…just not upwards. She crashes into him, both falling backwards onto the trailer floor, Stana on top. Landing with an “oof” they both burst out laughing, Stana staring down at Nathan. “I could get used to this view.” Nathan remarks with a wink. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Stana asks, suddenly aware that she landed straight on top of him. “Only my pride.” He replies, chuckling to himself. She doesn’t know what propels herself to do it, but she does. Stana bends a little to bump noses with Nathan, earning a questioning look and a raised eyebrow. “What was that for?” he questions, amused. “I don’t really know,” she replies, shaking her head “it’s how cats show affection.” She mutters the last bit quietly. Unsure if Nathan heard her until he repeats the action. Bumping his nose back against hers, smiling at how adorable she is when she scrunches up her face. Giggling at the sensation. “I’m sorry I must be squishing you now,” she says, moving to get up off of him. Only to get flipped around, her being on the bottom now. “I could get used to this view.” She reiterates his words, smirking up at him. “Could you really, Katic?” he replies, staring down at her. She bites her lip, driving him crazy. “Yes.” She mumbles, looking up at him with her gorgeous hazel eyes. That’s when he leans forward, expecting to bump noses, but feels lips connecting. It’s when he feels her arch into him that he kisses back. It feels as though they haven’t kissed before, well they haven’t not as themselves, they’ve kissed numerous times as Castle and Beckett. They’re not them in this moment, they are Nathan and Stana, kissing for the first time. Stana sighs into their kiss, opening her lips to his tongue. Tongues battling for dominance, Stana wasn’t kidding when she said Nathan was a good kisser. She just didn’t realise how good. He was pulling moans from her like they were speaking, a moan from her was met with a moan from him. They pulled away when their lungs were burning. They just looked at each other, deep oceanic eyes meeting earthy hazel ones. She could feel him about to ask a question. “No questions, just kiss me.” He was taken aback at her demand, he expected her to push him off of her and run for the hills. She did the opposite, he was being pulled back towards her by his, Castle’s, collar. Caution was replaced with passion and lust. Teeth and lips clashing, moaning from both parties. They didn’t care anymore, all they cared about was the here and now, the moment they were living, together. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hope you all enjoyed that, open for prompts! This is just what popped into my head when I found out the dancing scene in 7x22 was improvised! Also, thank you to Carol who helped me through this, I love you sis. <3

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Can't hide the scars...5/?

A/N: literally addicted to writing this, when i'm supposed to be doing coursework, oops. Anyways, enjoy!:D

She wakes up, ready for Matt to be gone. Again. But he isn't, his arm is still wrapped around her protectively, comforting... 'Morning Kaz.' Matt says, she jumps at the sound of his voice. 'Morning, Matt.' she replies. He pulls her in closer, kissing her forehead lightly. She smiles, a genuine smile graces her features, the first one in months. 'you have some explaining to do, Karen.'  'I know, you do too.' she replies, her smile fading again. 'This is about you, not me.' he says, looking at her, his eyes full of worry. 'Before I say anything. Answer me this: why are you here? why now?'  'Alex told me-' 'She did what?!' Karen yells, moving away from him, standing up and walking away from him. Taking her phone with her. Matt just lies there, mentally punching himself for telling her so soon. I need to tell her that isn't the only reason...but I need to wait for her to calm down first. Or you could just kiss he- NO! for gods sake Matt get a grip, she will never return the feelings. Unbeknownst to Matt, she does. 

'I told you not to tell him!' Karen yells, not caring if Matt hears her or not. 'he was concerned Karen-' 'no he wasn't, we haven't spoken in months, it's obvious he doesn't care!' 'I trusted you Alex, I really did. That was a mistake.' The line went dead. Matt walked behind Karen, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulders. 'Matt, get off of me.' 'Never.' Karen sighs because secretly, she never wants him to let go of her, ever again. ----------------------------------------------------- A/N: Little fluffy ending for you all, not the last chapter don't worry! :D

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Can't hide the scars...3/?

~Previous parts here~

'Shhh, shhh i'm here Karen,' Alex cooed, willing Karen to stop crying. Eventually her sobs subsided, time to come clean she thought. 'Alex, I have been down for weeks now, I didn't want to say anything because he seems happy-'  'Who? Karen, is this about Mr Smith?' 'Is it that obvious?' she asks, a weak smile tugging at her lips. 'No, but I just knew it had to be something along those lines, Karen i'm worried.' 'Don't be i'm fine.' Karen says, trying her hardest to sound reassuring. Alex excuses herself to the bathroom.

I hope every empty box is gone... 'Karen, come here.' Alex says, her voice echoing from the bathroom. Karen walks into her bathroom, dread displayed on her features. 'Please tell me you haven't...?' Alex says, worrying for her friend. I have..I'm so so sorry please don't tell anyone.. she wants to say but all that leaves her mouth is; 'I'm sorry...' 'Why?..because of him? what's he don-' 'Nothing. He's done nothing-I've done nothing.' 'Come and sit down.' Alex says, getting hold of her wrist and Karen flinches. Shit shit shit I should not have done that. she thinks.  Realization dawns on Alex's face. Under those long sleeves are weeks and weeks of crying, of longing for him, they speak of pain and loss. I love him and I've lost him. Alex rolls the sleeves up, inspecting Karen's scars, sighing deeply she says; 'Why didn't you tell me? I thought you trusted me-'  'I do.' 'Then why?' 'Because I love him, I love him and I've lost him-' 'How do you know?' 'I just do, why would he love me? He has Jenna-' 'Jenna doesn't compare to you in his eyes.'  'You're lying to make me feel better.'  'I'm not.' 'Are.' 'Do you want proof?' Alex says, reaching for her phone. 'Nononononono you can't tell him!' Karen yells, taking Alex's phone. 'Arthur then.'  'No, none.' Karen says, sitting on the couch, squeezing her phone. 'Okay go and make a fresh pot of tea then.' Alex says, smiling at her. Karen places Alex's phone on the table and does exactly what Alex told her to, zombie-like. Unbeknownst to Karen, Alex texts Arthur; Don't panic, Karen's having a hard time here in LA and I think what she needs now is her two closest friends, you and Matt. A x The reply is almost instant; Alex what's happened? I can't not panic! I'm getting hold of Matt and we are travelling out there instantly, I don't care at what cost, we are coming to LA for our Moonhead. A x Alex smiles at that response, they really do care for her, bless them Alex thinks. Karen walks in with two piping hot cups of tea, placing them down on the coasters Matt bought her as a 'apartment warming present' that he thought 'every new apartment needed' and 'shut up Gillan, they are not ancient they're antique!' Karen smiled at the memories, half expecting him to be sat next to her on the couch, her smile fading at the reality of him still being in the UK. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: okay christ that was hard to write, hope you all like it though! Chapter 4 coming soon! :D

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 this took me ages to work out how to put them all onto a page, so be grateful + i'm going to start writing a few more chapters to 'Can't hide the scars' which I was writing ages ago + now i'm going to continue! :D

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Open for prompts!

I'm now taking prompts for fics! Anything, AU's etc :) PG's - 13,nothing above for the moment :)

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A Smillan baby fic???

My story i'm already writing, it's not very good but y'know! http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8346623/1/Unexpected