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pocketjoong · 7 months

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this is actually so hard for me because do i want san or do i want woo but guess what i will go with the wooyo 🥰🥰

sOOOO i really need some floof with wooyoung, maybe some college bf woo cause he sounds very slay 🔥 take your time with it my dear and good luck 🥰

Thank you so much for requesting Chip! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (P.S. Requests are open until 11:59 p.m. PST today!) @nebulousbrainsoup I'M SORRY I FORGOT TO TAG YOU FOR BETA-ING THIS. THANK YOU. ILY.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): Fluffy college!bf wooyo headcanons!

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) non-idol!Wooyoung x gn!Reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) Lots of FLUFF. Mentions of eating. Mentions of uni being stressful. lmk if I am missing something.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 775

☆ You and Wooyoung first met during your freshman year at college. No one would’ve expected your path to cross, especially considering that you were a STEM major while Wooyoung was a dance major. But, on the first day of a general education class, you found yourselves seated next to each other, and a casual conversation soon turned into animated discussions about the creative aspects of your respective fields.

☆ Wooyoung’s infectious laughter and humor quickly won you over, and you couldn’t help but admire his passionate approach to dance and art. Likewise, he was captivated by your intelligence and curiosity, and the way you treated everyone with kindness.

☆ As the semester progressed, you and Wooyoung became study partners, helping each other with your assignments and offering different perspectives on the course material. And even after the semester finished, the two of you remained friends, hanging out with each other whenever you had the time to.

☆ One evening, as you were working on a particularly challenging project for your class, Wooyoung decided to surprise you with a homemade dinner. He knew how stressed you were and wanted to lighten the mood. The dinner in your dorm room marked the beginning of your relationship.

☆ One thing that has remained consistent throughout your relationship is Wooyoung waking up a little earlier than you, tiptoeing into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of you, often playing soft music in the background. It’s usually something simple but made with love, like a heart-shaped pancake with a dollop of your favorite jam, or a sweet note by your coffee, expressing his love and wishing you a great day.

☆ Wooyoung also loves to randomly drag you into impromptu dance sessions, even if it's in the middle of your living room or the kitchen. Even if you don’t know how to dance, he patiently teaches you basic dance moves, guiding your steps until you get the hang of the moves. Sometimes, he dances goofily and encourages you to do the same, both of you dancing to the music while your laughter fills the room.

☆ He knows when you’re stressed about your classes, and motivates you to keep pushing forward. He sometimes leaves little encouraging notes in your textbooks or sends you sweet texts during the day.

☆ On tough days, he knows exactly when you need cuddles and comforting words. He wraps you in his arms, holding you close as he reassures you that everything will be okay. He tells you how proud he is of your hard work and dedication, and how much he loves you.

☆ You love attending his dance showcases and performances, and you often invite your friends to join. You sit in the front row, cheering the loudest, and your eyes are glued to him as he moves gracefully across the stage. He never fails to spot you in the crowd, and it fills him with happiness and energy.

☆ Occasionally, you find yourselves studying together. Though your fields of study are vastly different, you both enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes, you end up in the studio where Wooyoung practices dance routines and settle down in the corner, reviewing your notes or working on assignments while he practices nearby. You’re always there to help each other through the challenging parts, and it makes the study sessions much more enjoyable.

☆ Dating Wooyoung also means spontaneous date nights. They can be as simple as a midnight stroll through campus, a movie night at either of your dorms with all your favorite films and snacks, or a surprise outing to a new restaurant you’ve both been wanting to try.

☆ On the days leading up to Halloween, you spend weekends watching your favorite spooky movies in your matching Halloween-themed pajamas. A few days before Halloween, instead of watching movies, you visit a local pumpkin patch and pick out the perfect pumpkins to carve out. And on D-day, you usually go to the local haunted house or Halloween attractions.

☆ For Chritsmas, you decorate your dorm before leaving for the holidays. You both spend a day adorning the space with twinkling lights, ornaments, and a mini Christmas tree. And you make it a point to visit each other’s families for Christmas, exchanging gifts and spending time with loved ones.

☆ Wooyoung doesn't wait for special occasions to express his love. He often leaves small notes hidden around your home with sweet messages, surprises you with your favorite flowers, or simply tells you how much he loves you when you least expect it. His love is a constant presence in your life, and it warms your heart that you found such a precious person to share your life with.

#outlaw/headcanons #wooyoung x reader #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung headcanons #wooyoung reactions #cromernet #ateez fanfic #wooyoung fluff

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blackgirlwhowrites2k23 · 8 months

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Can you write going on an aquarium date w alejandro balde and you just giggle at him most of the time bc of how childish he looks when he sees all the animals and stuff😭 sorry its kinda vague but i need the balde fics out here😣

Summary: Finals are coming up and your general marine biology class has got you all types of worried. Balde to the rescue! A trip to the aquarium never hurt nobody.

A/N: I know you want to beat my ass right now for how long this took, but I was having some personal issues so I had to be away for a bit. I should be all alright now though! You probably already got someone else to write this but I still felt like I owed you this at least. That aside, there really is a lack of fanfiction for some of my best boys. So here’s one for the bestest of the best boys: Balde himself. I took a little bit of a spin on this so I hope you don’t mind, Anon. Also, shout out to women in STEM! (Also I don’t own any of these pics or video so credit to the original owners)

“I should be at home—studying,” you started to complain. It was futile to try to argue with him once he got so riled up about something, and as you stood at the start of the aquarium it was clear that it was a lost cause.

“Why do that when you could be here, with me; your awesome boyfriend,” he wiggles his eyes in an obnoxious manner that only serves for you to scoff in fake annoyance.

College life was definitely not easy and while you're confident in your choice of major and your ability to succeed, it’s hard not to get nervous. Especially when it’s just the beginning and your general studies classes are already throwing you for a loop.

You had initially planned to be cooped up in your house all day doing nothing but going over the material, reviewing, and then reviewing some more. Then, when that was done, take the longest nap of your life.

That had been the plan. That was until you received a text at 9 in the morning that effectively threw those plans out the window.

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Baldie 👨🏾‍🦲💖

Be prepared in an hour. Wear something nice. I’m coming to help you study😼

You

Going to watch Spiderverse again

will NOT help me study.

Baldie👨🏾‍🦲💖

What?

Babe No…

Just be prepared☝🏾😼

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As you walk hand in hand through the entrance of the aquarium, an immediate sense of wonder lit up Alejandro’'s eyes; as the soft, pillowy blue cascaded across his features it was hard to decide what would occupy all your attention: looking at him or figure out what exhibit to look at first.

He was like a kid in a candy store, or in this case a kid at an aquarium. His excitement was palpable, and you couldn't help but giggle at the way he bounced on his toes, his enthusiasm infectious.

The first exhibit you come across is a vibrant coral reef, a living breathing tapestry of colors and textures. Alejandro's gaze darts around, absorbing every detail.

“Woooahh! That looks like a brain,” he points dramatically at the various Australophyllia wilsoni that you both had the pleasure of stumbling across. Balde, in his infinite wisdom, presses up as close to the glass as he can to imprint every detail in his mind’s eye.

You were in just as much awe as he was, but you definitely went about it in a more formal way.

“That’s actually the Australophyllia wilsoni, or a Wilson’s brain. Like all coral, these guys are super important for the environment with keeping the Ph and oxygen balance within the water.”

He turns to you with a grin, eyes wide, and asks you to continue on about the different types of corals and their natural habitats, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. You humor him. With a chuckle, you launch into an impromptu lecture, weaving scientific names and geographical locations together like a basket, and you the expert weaver. Alejandro's fascination only grows, and he listens intently, occasionally gasping as a particularly striking fish darts by. It was clear that he was overcome with a sense of eagerness; he may not have understood every single thing you said but he would sagely nod and act like he did.

The enormous tanks all appeared to be their own living, breathing universe, packed with colorful marine life. A complex tapestry of coral and other organisms. As you move from tank to tank, his excitement never ceases.

The jellyfish exhibit captures his attention next, and you find yourselves lost in a world of languid, mesmerizing movements and ethereal effervescent lights. Alejandro's laughter rings out as he playfully imitates the up, up, up movements of the jellyfish, almost like a dance meant to capture anyone who witnesses it. You can’t keep up your professional facade anymore and you go up, up,up, moving your arms like you were floating. You immediately feel the joy bubble up within you, making you light, and yeah, maybe you were floating.

You were glad that particular exhibit was empty though, because you both probably looked real crazy.

You have to remind yourself to never talk about fish around Alejandro because once you got started–he never wanted you to stop. You could see why though. The aquarium fish were everything and more. Their colors danced in the ethereal blue light, casting mesmerizing reflections on the glass walls of their world. Behind the glass, they felt so close, yet sooo far away.

“You know I once caught that fish with my bare hands” he points to the nearest fish as it darts past you both and makes the gripping gesture with both of his hands out.

You follow the direction of his finger, see a suckermouth catfish, and playfully hit him on the arm.

“Boy, be so for real right now.” You have to immediately walk away though because, in your laughter, you had said that entirely too loud.

“I’ve lived many lives, woman.”

The rays in the touch pool become the next unfortunate victim in his boundless energy as Alejandro all but races you over to the waters. He reaches out to touch the sleek backs of rays gliding through the water, his eyebrows going impossibly higher up on his face as he fails to contain his pure delight. You can’t help but snap a picture as he squeals, or manly show his appreciation as he would put it, the perfect embodiment of elation.

As you explore, you find yourselves in the tunnel under the massive shark tank. The world above you transforms into an aquatic ballet, with sharks and rays gliding gracefully overhead. Alejandro's grip on your hand tightens as he whispers in awe, comparing the canopy to a majestic underwater sky.

“Am I not like, the best boyfriend ever?” You look away from him for a moment and see a pair of sharks, presumably a couple if their size difference and proximity are any indicators, and hum thoughtfully.

“I don’t know. Lemme pass this test first and I’ll get back to you on that,” you stare into a different pool, his eyes this time, and immediately get pulled in. It’s hard to keep up your cheeky game when he’s that damn fine.

“How bout I give you a kiss and we’ll go with yes,” you have to hold on to the railing of the enclosure to keep yourself from falling in.

“That’ll work too.”

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lovesosweeet · 5 months

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KNOW IT ALL x THE BAND CAMINO

part 1

a calum hood songfic

Tillie Beckett isn’t known for sticking around, and maybe that’s why touring had come so naturally to her, even as an amateur when she first began as an opener for 5 Seconds of Summer a few years ago… hopping from city to city, bed to bed, hookup to hookup. She broke hearts and left messes behind. And she didn’t care about it all, too wrapped up in whatever whirlwind she found herself in next.

The habits became religion as she propelled to stardom. Her music — angsty, energetic, unapologetic, and unpolished — took the charts by storm following her self-titled album’s debut. Her words were raw and honest, and they resonated with her audience, with upbeat and electric sounds that even the grouchiest and grumpiest of listeners couldn’t help but nod along to. It was the perfect mix of relatable and catchy, and that’s what made her the perfect opener for 5SOS.

Ashton had found Tillie’s videos on Instagram, where she often teased her emotional and early versions of songs she was writing. Her raspy voice caught his attention quickly, and he became a follower very early on, before she’d gone viral… which, she has done several times now. When 5SOS was prepping their latest tour, he threw Tillie’s name out as his top choice as an opener, and the rest of the band quickly supported it after they watched her cover of their very own, very old song “Lost Boy” and put a fresh spin on it. It was a song that the band themselves had honestly forgotten about that she gave an entirely new life. They were hooked and called her just hours after Ashton’s initial suggestion to offer her the spot.

Her friendship with the Australian quartet was forged in what, at the time, seemed to be an unbreakable bond. She was invited to dinner at Luke’s house to review the plans, the money, and all the other logistics of the tour, but the nitty gritty was long forgotten as the five of them stayed up until the sun rose the next day, just talking, jamming, drinking, and smoking the stars out of the sky.

She and Calum weren’t instant friends, at least, not the way she was with Michael. Tillie and Michael had bonded instantly over being gamers with an affinity for ever changing hair colors. He could also dress in her wardrobe and no one would’ve been able to guess that they weren’t his clothes, that is, if her clothes were big enough to fit the 6-foot-something Australian giant, since she was a mere 5 feet tall.

But, her friendship with Michael isn’t what landed her on the cover of tabloids.

No, the pictures of hers and Calum’s necks covered in matching bruises were what landed on the homepages of gossip websites. The videos of her and Calum whispering in what they thought were private corners of dive bars spread like wildfire amongst their somewhat overlapping fan bases. Them stumbling down the cobblestoned sidewalks of Montreal, hand in hand, for an impromptu “bachelor party” for Michael littered their tagged photos on Instagram for weeks.

It was a pair nobody expected but nobody questioned. It wasn’t predictable but it made sense.

At least, it did to Calum.

part 2

my masterlist! :)

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A/N: hi i’m actually quite stoked about this one?!?!! sorry to anyone who wanted a self insert i personally feel more comfy in the OC x RP world and that technically won my poll! feels easier to separate as fiction/“characters” :)

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #imagine #calum fic #calum 5sos #calum imagine #songfic #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc #know it all #the band camino

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muiitoloko · 8 months

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Hi! i wanted to know how you think Harry would be with a s/o or co-worker whose more childish, listens to metal and punk music and has a completely different thought process to him. idk if that even makes sense? i’m a bit drunk ngl and my thoughts aren’t with me atm

(Gif is not mine, I found it on Pinterest)

Author's Notes: Yeah, thanks for your request, that's a really interesting thing to write about. I wrote the (reader) as he, but "he" doesn't have a specific genre. I wrote something small but I hope it's to your liking, let me know if you want another request.

Title: Traditional vs. Unconventional

Summary: In the dimly lit Kingsman headquarters, the refined Galahad and the rebellious Ywain clash over their differing spy approaches. Galahad insists on protocol and discretion, while Ywain embraces mayhem and improvisation, leaving Galahad perplexed. Despite their differences, their unwavering commitment to the organization binds them as an odd but effective pair.

Pairing: Harry Hart (Kingsman) & Reader ( An OC maybe?)

Warnings: none

Word count: 612

In the dimly lit underground headquarters of the Kingsman organization, Harry Hart, also known as Galahad, sat at his desk, meticulously reviewing mission reports. The room was adorned with antique furniture, a reflection of Harry's refined and traditional tastes. His attention to detail was unparalleled, as befitting a gentleman spy.

Enter Ywain, a fellow Kingsman agent, known for being Harry's complete opposite. Ywain had just returned from a mission, and his punk-rock appearance and rebellious attitude often caused a stir in the otherwise buttoned-up environment of the Kingsman.

Ywain strutted into the room, sporting a leather jacket adorned with band patches, and blasting punk rock music from a portable speaker. He casually tossed a crumpled mission report onto Harry's desk.

"Oi, Galahad! Mission's done, mate," Ywain declared with a grin, his British accent more pronounced than Harry's refined one.

Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing at the crumpled report. "Ywain, we do have protocols for submitting mission reports," he remarked, his tone ever so composed.

Ywain chuckled, seemingly unfazed. "Aw, come on, Galahad! It's all in the spirit of punk rebellion. Who needs formalities?"

Harry sighed, clearly perplexed by Ywain's carefree attitude. "Very well. Let's go over your mission."

As they discussed the mission, it became apparent that Ywain had an entirely different thought process. He described his unconventional methods, which often involved chaos and unpredictability. Harry couldn't help but shake his head in disapproval.

"Ywain, there are rules and protocols for a reason. Our work requires precision and discretion," Harry explained, trying to make sense of his companion's thought process.

Ywain leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk, and grinned cheekily. "That's where you're wrong, Galahad. Sometimes, the best solutions come from a bit of mayhem and improvisation."

Harry sighed again, realizing that trying to convince Ywain to follow traditional spy protocol was like trying to tame a hurricane. Their conversation continued, a dance of opposites – Harry's refinement clashing with Ywain's rebelliousness.

As the discussion came to an end, Ywain pulled out a metal guitar pick from his pocket and began strumming it against the edge of his desk, creating a raucous rhythm. Harry watched in disbelief, unable to comprehend the audacity.

"Ywain, must you insist on making a spectacle?" Harry asked, his patience wearing thin.

Ywain chuckled and stopped his impromptu percussion performance. "Gotta keep things interesting, Galahad. Life's too short to be stuffy all the time."

Despite their glaring differences, there was an unspoken respect between Galahad and Ywain. They might approach their missions in radically different ways, but they both shared an unwavering commitment to the Kingsman organization and its mission to protect the world.

Ywain slapped Harry on the back, nearly causing him to spill his meticulously arranged paperwork. "Alright, mate, I'm off to the pub to celebrate another successful mission. Care to join me for a pint?"

Harry considered the invitation for a moment before declining with a polite smile. "Thank you, Ywain, but I have a few more reports to review."

Ywain shrugged, his grin undiminished. "Suit yourself, Galahad. Catch you on the flip side!"

As Ywain sauntered out of the room, his punk rock music echoing down the corridor, Harry shook his head once more. He may never understand Ywain's unconventional methods or his love for chaos, but he couldn't deny that the Kingsman was a more vibrant place with his unique presence.

In the world of spies and espionage, where secrets and danger lurked around every corner, Galahad and Ywain, stood as an odd but effective pair – a reflection of the diverse talents within the Kingsman organization, each contributing to the greater good in their own way.

#harry hart #kingsman secret service #harry hart x reader #kingsman #kingsman fanfiction

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study-with-aura · 3 months

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Thursday, February 22, 2024

Geometry was so much easier today, but it was basic algebra. I finished it in no time.

Also today we had our impromptu Girl Scout Meeting for World Thinking Day. It was all at my house, even the younger girls in our troop, though they did activities together that made more sense for them, and us older ones, Cadettes and Seniors, we did more discussion based activities. In the end, we all got together and made this really amazing piece of artwork. What was really awesome about it is that H and I are currently working on our Ecology unit, (we use the same curriculum), and so we were able to apply our knowledge from that into what we were discussing about human impacts on the environment and climate change. We had a good time, and it's always fun when we get to have a full troop meeting with all of the levels.

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Reviewed finding slopes from equations + reviewed writing equations in any form + learned about equations of parallel and perpendicular lines + practice

Lit and Comp II - Reviewed Unit 16-18 vocabulary + read first part of chapter 26 of Emma by Jane Austen + watched a lecture video about descriptive writing + read about descriptive writing + read about the descriptive essay + read models of descriptive paragraphs

Spanish 2 - Copied new vocabulary

Bible I - Read Joshua 15-16

World History - Viewed a map from before WWI + read about the causes of the war + read about the alliances formed before WWI + practice questions

Biology with Lab - Started working on my human impact and animal resiliency assignment

Foundations - Read more about punctuality + read another article showcasing media bias + read "Love is a Fallacy" + cited examples of fallacies from the story

Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour split sessions

Khan Academy - None today

CLEP - None today

Duolingo - Studied for 15 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

Reading - Read pages 175-219 of My Dear Henry: A Jekyll & Hyde Remix by Kalynn Bayron

Chores - Put away the dishes + took the trash out

Activities of the Day:

Girl Scouts World Thinking Day special meeting

Personal Bible Study (Zephaniah 3)

Ballet

Pointe

Journal/Mindfulness

What I’m Grateful for Today:

I am grateful that I got to see my friends again today because meetings are at my house since we have the extra space, and I am grateful that the younger members of the troop were able to join us today too since they normally have their combined meeting on Saturdays.

Quote of the Day:

Never be limited by other people's limited imaginations.

-Dr. Mae Jemison

🎧Hiawatha Overture - Samuel Coleridge-Taylor

#study community #study blog #study inspiration #study motivation #studyblr #studyblr community #study-with-aura

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41319kbex · 2 months

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Hell Hath No Fury (12/?)

Thanks, everyone for all the reviews and responses from the last chapter! I’m so glad you liked it! It was SO much fun to write, and I just LOVE having Martha interrupt them. It happened so frequently in the show, I had to continue the running joke.

I want to apologize for this update taking longer. I had wanted to write it Thursday, but I’ve had a headache from hell the past 3 days that’s the perfect trifecta of a cold, pollen trying to kill me, and massive weather changes, so today is the first day I’ve felt like writing.

I promise this chapter is worth it. And there will be some slight M-rated content due to the fact that they are finally, FINALLY going to get their tensions released. I will write it in bold so that if you want to not read it, you can skip past it. It isn’t going to be the level of smut I have written in the past…both because I’m not changing the overall rating for the story and it’s more loving and less smutty. You won’t miss anything relevant to the plot, just the sexy times that have been building for 3 seasons plus 11 chapters, lol.

I still don’t own Castle…

xxxxx

Castle had been disappointed by the fact that Alexis had insisted on returning to the city before the fireworks on Memorial Day. He’d tried his best to convince her to stay and just miss the school day on Tuesday, but his academically focused daughter had insisted it was too close to finals for her to miss a day of school, and that they could shoot off fireworks after school was out. And also on the fourth of July. And then she had pointed out that since he was now dating a cop, he probably shouldn’t brag about having the illegal fireworks, to which Kate had surprisingly replied that she wasn’t a cop again until September, so she knew nothing about illegal fireworks.

Castle couldn’t stay disappointed too long when he was alone with Kate again, though. It had been so great seeing her with his family this weekend, and even though his mother had interrupted their impromptu makeout session on her motorcycle, things hadn’t seemed overly awkward. However, he had noticed that Kate had been a little more reserved with her touching and hadn’t given him a real kiss in front of his mother or his daughter. He hoped that was just because Kate Beckett was not usually overly huge on PDA to begin with, and doing that in front of his mother and daughter was something she would just have to adjust to. But now that she was here alone with him again, he hoped her touches and kisses would come much more freely and nothing was upsetting her.

He grinned when he saw Kate standing at the railing of the back deck with what was left of her glass of wine. After turning off the outside lights in anticipation of the fireworks show that would begin shortly, he moved behind her, sliding his arms around her waist to pull her back against his chest. “Hey…” he husked lowly, his mouth moving to place slow kisses along her neck.

“Mmm…hey…” she murmured, her own voice a little husky as she let her body simply melt into his at his touch. “I wondered where you were.”

“I had to turn off the lights before the fireworks started,” he murmured, his lips teasing along her ear. He loved the way she instantly gave herself over to his touch, and any worry that something was wrong, was immediately gone.

Her face turned to catch his lips with hers in a slow kiss, her tongue tracing his lips before sliding against his with sinful strokes. “How about we have our own fireworks while we wait,” she suggested softly against his lips.

“I like how you think,” he grinned, capturing her lips with his again and making no effort to control the amount of heat in the kiss nor the way his hand slipped underneath the hem of her shirt to make long strokes along the skin of her stomach.

They were so caught up in each other, they missed the first few smaller fireworks go off. It wasn’t until a larger, more resounding boom sounded that Kate broke the kiss with a soft giggle. “You made us miss the start,” she playfully chastised him.

He chuckled softly, his hand continuing to caress her soft skin underneath her shirt. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

She hid her smile behind a sip of wine. Oh no, she definitely was not complaining. She had enjoyed the weekend with his family there, but aside from Saturday evening on the back of her bike…which had been interrupted…she hadn’t been able to touch or kiss him the way she wanted; the way she wanted to touch and kiss him was entirely inappropriate to do in front of his mother, and especially his daughter. She hadn’t dared to do that in bed with him at night either, because she knew there would be no stopping them if she did, and she did not want to risk injury to him no matter how badly she wanted him.

She knew his doctor was making a visit the following day, and hopefully he would give Castle permission to start getting his heart rate up. If he didn’t, though, she knew they were going to have to figure out something. There was no way they were going to be able to continue to be together like this without being able to physically be together. Both of them were reaching the end of their self-control. All she could hear was Lanie’s voice telling her if she’d listened to her (Lanie) all those other times, she (Kate) wouldn’t have so much sexual tension built up that she was ready to explode.

Castle didn’t really pay attention to the fireworks; he was much more interested in watching Kate watch the fireworks…or at least he had been initially. However, after several minutes of watching her, he became much more intrigued by the soft skin of her neck and how it felt beneath his lips, and the way her shirt so easily slid off her shoulder to expose more skin that he

just had to taste.

Her eyes remained watching the fireworks as she forced herself to focus on them instead of the way Castle’s lips were lighting her skin on fire. It required a lot of effort, including her teeth digging hard into her lower lip, but she was able to remain focused and in control despite what he was doing to her…at least until the hand underneath her shirt began to go further south and his fingers dipped below the waist of her pants to trace along the waistband of her underwear. Her hand immediately gripped his wrist to stop him. “Castle!” she hissed.

“Kate…” he whined lowly. “Let me touch you…” he murmured, his lips still nuzzling her neck.

“We can’t…you know that…you aren’t ready…” she breathed, hoping she sounded more convincing than she felt.

“You are…and there is nothing wrong with my fingers…”

Her breath hitched slightly at his suggestion. She turned around in his embrace then, the arm with her now empty wine glass draping around his neck and her free hand on his cheek. “Babe…no. We aren’t doing it this way. I don’t want to do it this way,” she told him softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love that you are thinking of me…but it has taken us 3 years to get to this point. 3 years, Rick…we’ve both wanted this, waited for this. I am not doing it this way. When we cross this last line, we are crossing it together. I am not cheating either of us out of that for my own pleasure, no matter how much I want it,” she added seriously.

He breathed deeply and rested his forehead against hers. “Kate, I want to be with you…” he murmured.

She smiled, her thumb gently caressing his cheek. “I know. Look, your doctor is coming tomorrow. Let’s just see what he says, ok? And if you still can’t after that…we’ll figure something else out,” she promised, pulling back slightly to give him a smile.

He sighed softly, but nodded. “Ok,” he agreed. “Did you just call me Babe?” he asked then with a smile.

“I did,” she smiled, her eyes dancing playfully. “Do you have a problem with that?” she asked then, her hand moving from his cheek to rest flat against his chest.

“No…no problem,” he grinned.

“Good,” she kissed him softly. “Now let me watch the rest of the fireworks and then we can go to bed.”

He chuckled and turned them so that they could keep their arms around each other and still watch the remaining fireworks explode across the sky.

xxxxx

“So, Doctor, when can I start more physical activities?” Castle asked after the doctor had finished examining him.

“I suppose that depends on your definition of physical activities, Mr. Castle. You aren’t going to be running marathons anytime soon,” the doctor gave a smile.

“Sex. I need to be able to have sex,” he stated bluntly.

The doctor couldn’t help but chuckle. “Mr. Castle…” he started, only to get interrupted.

“Listen…doctor…my girlfriend is gorgeous…” he started, trying to explain. “You have to understand…she’s the woman of my dreams, and I have waited 3 years to get to this point with her. I need to be able to do this. I don’t care what rules I have to follow, but you have got to help me out here.”

The older gentleman took his glasses off and gave Castle an understanding smile. “I understand. You should be able to be physically intimate with her as long as you are both careful. No pressure on your chest, ok? She can’t push on it with her weight. You’re going to have to let her be on top and do most of the work, because you aren’t going to have the stamina or ability to support your own weight on your arms…just like you can’t lift anything over 10 pounds. So no trying to have sex in the shower or up against a wall, and no trying to carry her to bed. Nothing crazy in the beginning…you’re going to have to listen to your body to see how far and how much you can handle. If your chest hurts at all, you’re going to have to stop or slow down. Do you think you can manage that?”

Castle nodded with a smile. “I can definitely work with that.”

“Good. Now for the good news…I’m ordering your physical therapy to increase your work to include more aerobic activity to start building your strength and stamina back.” Seeing Castle’s questioning look, the doctor chuckled. “Sex is an incredible aerobic activity, Mr. Castle. As long as you pace yourself and don’t overdo it, having sex is actually going to be good for your recovery. It’s one exercise plan I usually don’t have to worry about my patients following.”

Castle’s grin grew. “Would you mind, maybe, writing that down on a prescription pad for me? Kate isn’t going to believe you said that if I don’t have proof.”

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Kate had actually left the house for a walk on the beach while his doctor was visiting. She knew

he was anxious about the visit, but she was as well. The best way she could get her nervous energy out was to do some yoga on the beach. It would give her something else to focus on as well as help her expend some of her nervous energy. She wasn’t sure what would happen if the doctor didn’t give him permission to work on his heart rate. For now she was going to force herself to think about only yoga, and hopefully by the time she was finished, the doctor would be finished with Castle as well.

By the time she was done, she was sweaty and a little sandy, but she was refocused and feeling less anxious about the outcome of his doctor's visit. Seeing him in the kitchen when she walked in, she gave him a smile as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “So, how did it go?”

“Pretty much like I expected. The doctor changed up my meds a bit more, and gave me a new prescription,” he answered without a smile.

She studied him carefully, noticing he wasn’t giddy, he wasn’t smiling, and he hadn’t greeted her by saying they could have sex, so she tried not to be disappointed. Healing was a process, she knew that. They would get there. They’d already waited 3 years; what was a little longer? “So what’s this new prescription? Do you need me to go out and get it for you?”

He nodded, pulling the paper out of his pocket. “Yeah, I’m going to need this ASAP,” he handed the folded paper to her.

“Ok, just let me shower, and I’ll run out and get it,” she told him, finishing up the water and tossing the bottle in the recycle bin.

Castle frowned slightly. “Don't you want to read what the new medicine is?”

“Castle, I don’t have a medical degree. I highly doubt I’m going to even be able to pronounce whatever medicine he wrote on here.”

“Just…open it.”

She rolled her eyes and unfolded the paper. Richard Castle. Sex multiple times a day as needed. Increase frequency as the patient is able to tolerate. Her mouth dropped open slightly as she read the words, her eyes meeting his. “Rick? Seriously?”

He nodded, closing the distance to take her in his arms for a deep kiss. Finally pulling away breathless a few minutes later, he couldn’t help the grin. “There are some rules…like I can’t lift you…I can’t even lift myself on my arms, and we can’t do it in the shower or up against a wall…or pretty much any way other than you on top right now…”

She interrupted him with another deep kiss. “I don’t care, I can work with all of that…” she breathed.

“My thoughts exactly,” he grinned, grabbing her hand to pull her toward his bedroom. He didn’t care it was the middle of the day. They had plenty of time before they had to worry about Alfred interrupting them with dinner.

“Wait,” she laughed softly, stopping him. “I’m kind of sweaty and gross right now…plus I’ve still got sand on me…”

“So we’ll take a shower first…” he said simply. “I’m done waiting Kate…aren’t you?”

She arched an eyebrow and pulled back slightly. “Already trying to break one of the rules to get shower sex?”

He shook his head. “No. Trust me, these are rules I’m going to follow. I want to be able to have a lot of sex with you…no way in hell am I going to risk screwing that up by breaking a rule,” he told her seriously.

“So you can follow rules after all,” she teased him.

He nodded with a grin. “Given the proper incentive, yeah. Sex is a pretty good incentive. Sex with you is a pretty great incentive. Besides, we just can’t have sex in the shower…foreplay is not against the rules,” he grinned then.

Her eyes darkened slightly, and she met his grin. “Foreplay is good…” she agreed, closing the distance between them once more with a hot kiss, no longer holding anything back. Her fingers found the front of his jeans as she broke the kiss, meeting his eyes with a seductive look as she walked backward toward his bedroom, tugging him along by his pants. Once inside his bedroom, she released him with a smile. “Lock the door.”

He laughed softly. “Kate, there’s no reason to…”

“Lock it, Castle. If anyone interrupts us right now, I swear to God, I will shoot whoever walks through that door.”

He nodded. “Right,” he agreed and locked it. With the way their luck ran, it would be better to be safe than risk Alfred coming in for a random laundry pickup or on some other cleaning mission…it was the middle of the day, after all.

She took his hand and led him into the bathroom. Hopping up on the vanity counter between the double sinks, she reached for his hand and tugged him closer to stand between her knees. Her

hands moved to gently caress his face, giving him a genuine smile full of everything she felt for him as she pulled his lips to hers. The kiss was sensual and slow, full of the promise of things that were finally going to happen between them.

His tongue moved slowly against hers, taking his time to fully explore her mouth, his hands coming to her waist. Fingers gripped the bottom of her tank top and slowly began peeling it up her body, which was more difficult than he would have liked since her skin was sweaty and the tank top was one of those form fitting exercise tops.

“Never thought you’d have so much trouble getting my top off, Castle…” she teased, pulling back from the kiss to help him out.

“Yeah, well…you’re hot…and it’s tight…” he murmured, having to grin slightly at the suggestiveness of his own words for a moment before his eyes started travelling over her as she let her top drop to the floor. “Oh wow…” he breathed, his eyes darkening as his fingers gently slid over her collarbone and down to her breast. She was soft and exquisite, she was his, and he wasn’t sure he remembered how to breathe.

“You think that’s something, wait until you get my pants off…” she husked lowly in his ear with a grin, using his momentary pause to grab his shirt and tug it over his head. She reached out and tugged him closer, her lips pressing against his collarbone, her tongue darting out to taste his skin as her fingers slowly moved over his chest and down his abs to the button on his jeans. Everything stopped, though, when her eyes landed on the fresh scar on his chest, still red and angry as it continued to heal from where the bullet meant for her had pierced his flesh; she inhaled sharply as she froze.

“Kate…” he breathed, his thumb moving to wipe a single tear from her cheek that had escaped. “Hey…I’m okay…” he promised softly, because he knew why she’d frozen, where her mind had gone. When her eyes finally met his, he saw everything in them…how much she wanted him, how much she needed him, how much she loved him, and he knew she’d see the exact same emotions reflected in his own eyes.

So he did all he could think of to do; he kissed her slowly, deeply, tenderly. It wasn’t a kiss fueled by lust or even sex. It was love…everything he felt for her, everything she felt for him, everything they felt for each other, expressed in the only way they could tell each other. He was a writer, and even he couldn’t find the right words to show her, to make her feel. And suddenly, neither of them cared about the shower anymore. He needed to hold her, to feel her, and she needed to feel him inside her, to connect with him in the most intimate way two people could connect. It was no longer about their bodies finding release, it was about their souls.

She slid off the vanity counter and stood in front of him, her eyes dark. Her fingertips barely brushed the skin of his scar, and her lips pressed a gentle kiss over his heart just

beside it before she let her eyes meet his once more. Her hands found his and she laced their fingers as she slowly pulled him out of the bathroom and to his bed, her eyes never leaving his. She dropped his hands when they stood beside the bed, both of them getting rid of their pants and underwear.

He pulled the sheets back and climbed into bed. Once he was settled on his back, she got into bed as well, straddling his hips. His hands lightly ran up her thighs from her knees, his thumbs stroking along her inner thighs, their eyes once again locked on each other. When she finally leaned down to kiss him, his hands slid from her thighs to her hips and slowly up her back, one hand tangling in her hair. A soft moan escaped as her hips slowly circled against his.

“Rick…” she breathed his name against his lips when the hand that had been in her hair slowly moved down her body until it slid between them, his fingers brushing between her legs.

“Let me feel you, Kate…” he murmured, searching her eyes.

Her legs slipped open a little more as she granted his request, her mouth returning to his in a hot kiss. His fingers were slow and deliberate as they stroked her, touched her, learned her; her hips danced a slow rhythm with his fingers, gradually increasing the tempo as he pushed her body closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

He’d never heard anything sexier in his life than the way his name came out in soft moans from her lips mixed with her panted breaths as his fingers danced over and inside her; he’d never seen anything sexier than the way she looked right now on top of him. He could tell she was getting close, and he couldn’t wait to watch her fall apart, when she suddenly stopped him, grabbing his wrist gently and pulling his hand away from her. “Kate?”

Her eyes were full of passion and love as they met his. “Together…” she whispered before her lips met his again.

He understood then what she wanted, his hands moving back to her hips. “Condoms are in the nightstand…” he murmured in her ear.

“No…” she breathed, pushing up enough to meet his eyes. “I’m protected…and clean…and I don’t want anything between us…I trust you completely…” she told him seriously. “I love you.” Those words flowed from her lips so easily. She’d been hanging onto them for the right moment, and this was it.

His eyes locked on hers at her words. He was…shocked…to say the least at her

confession. But judging from the look on her face, it had not been an accidental slip of the tongue that sometimes occurred in the throes of passion; it had been intentional. “Kate…” he breathed, his mouth claiming hers once more. “God, I love you…” he murmured against her lips.

She shifted her hips then, sinking down onto him slowly as they kissed, both moaning into each other’s mouths at the sensation of finally, finally being connected. They finally had to break the kiss, their foreheads resting against each other, both breathless and momentarily still at the feeling of him buried so deeply inside of her. Her eyes opened after a moment and met his with a smile, and she began a slow rhythm with her hips.

They both knew this time wasn’t going to last long; it had been a long time coming, and it was too physically and emotionally charged between them. They both tried to slow it down, make it last longer, but when Kate lifted up to have a better position to go faster, there wasn’t enough body contact for him. He sat up as well, using a strong leg to push him backward so that his back could rest against the headboard, the new angle pushing him even deeper inside her and causing her to inhale sharply. His arms kept her body close, their mouths fusing in a mix of hot kisses and breathless moans.

Her hips were grinding against his with every thrust now, both of them on the edge. Her hands gripped the headboard, and she opened her eyes, finding his. “Rick…” came a breathless moan. And then she was shattering around him. He followed her a moment later, one hand moving to grip hers, lacing their fingers and his other at her back, keeping her close as they rode out the waves together, their movements slowing to a stop, their bodies a breathless tangle of limbs.

She lifted her head from his shoulder a few moments later, still a bit breathless, and pressed a deep kiss to his lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close as she rested her forehead against his. “That was worth waiting for…” she murmured with a smile.

He grinned, his hands lightly rubbing her back. “Mmm…yeah. And you were right…I had no idea…”

She laughed softly, pulling back just a little to study him. “You ok? I didn’t break you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t break me. I’m okay…no chest pain. Just winded,” he promised her.

“Good…” she kissed him softly, leaning into snuggle against him, making no effort to move or let him move out of her just yet either. Both remained holding each other silently, just enjoying each other and their new level of intimacy. It could have been 5 minutes or 5 hours, but it was Kate who finally moved first, shifting off of his lap to stand. “Now I really do need a shower,” she smiled.

“Mmm…me too…” he chuckled, standing with her. “Care to share?”

She laughed softly. “As long as you behave. I want to make sure you’re actually okay before we try anything else.”

He groaned lowly, pulling her against him. “I’m fine. Better than fine. I promise.”

“I know you think that, but sex produces endorphins that mask pain. I want them to wear off a little just to make sure,” she told him with a giggle as she wiggled her hips back against his. “So let’s take a shower…have an early dinner...and then if you're still feeling okay, we can go to bed early...and not sleep," she suggested with a smile.

He pretended to think about it for a moment. "Deal," he agreed, kissing her neck. "But I am going to touch you in the shower...and get a better look at that tattoo on your hip."

She laughed softly. "I would expect nothing less."

xxxxx

Ok, so I lied a little bit when I said you wouldn't miss anything if you skipped over the love scene. The first "I love you" was in there. I'm sorry! I didn't intend to write it that way, but once the characters started talking it just...happened...and I'm not one to argue with either of them, especially Beckett since she's got a gun, lol. Seriously, though, the scene is more of a tender love scene than full blown smut in case those of you who skipped over it want to back up to read the "I love you."

As always, thank you to everyone for reading and reviewing. I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this chapter. I hope the build up to the love scene was worth it, and I promise I'll try not to take so long to get the next chapter written!

#caskett #castle #kate beckett #richard castle #beckett #caskett fanfiction #castle fanfiction

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Books of 2023 - July

Somehow I've read a lot this month but haven't actually finished that many books considering I've been on holiday? I don't really know what happened.

Books read:

Silas Marner by George Eliot - this is by far the biggest surprise of the year. I was convinced I wasn't going to like George Eliot, but after reading Silas Marner I've been enchanted by her. On the surface I should have found this book a bit tedious, I typically don't like novels set in the countryside, however, I was hooked! Eliot's writing style was the big attraction here, she has such a lively style that I swear could make anything interesting after this, alongside her astoundingly convincing portrait of a village community in the 19th century. I came away believing people like those that inhabited Raveloe existed and I was fascinated by them. (It probably helped that I am VERY familiar with villiage communities in Warwickshire thanks to my research, which is where Raveloe is supposed to be.) Honestly this was the best place for me to start with George Eliot and I will be continuing.

The Age of Innocence by Edith Whaton - this was an impromptu read when I wanted an audiobook to listen to while sewing. However, I thoroughly enjoyed listening to this book! I was swept away into 1870s New York society and was captivated by how casually awful everyone turned out to be. I didn't enjoy it as much as The House of Mirth (mainly because I didn't like Archer, May, or Countess Olenska as much as Lily or Seldon) but I had a fabulous time revisiting Wharton.

Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare - I love this play, it brings me so much joy when I read it and this time was no different. I still believe Beatrice is Shakespeare's best heroine and I will accept no arguments to the contrary.

Approximately 25 articles, reviews, essays, and introductions about Jane Austen's Emma by various authors - I don't know what's happened to me, I've become an obsessive... However, I have had a great time and learnt A LOT about regency literature in the process? It's given me a greater appreciation of Emma and I don't regret a moment I spent on this. My only problem is I don't really know what to do with all my notes!

DNF:

Mansfield Park by Jane Austen - I tried okay? However, I finished volume one and couldn't find a single reason to keep reading except completionism. I hated Fanny and the Bertrams, I was bored by the Crawfords, and I missed the style of Emma. Overall, I was left wondering why I was bothering with Mansfield Park as I wasn't enjoying myself. So, I dropped it to read something else that I'd actually enjoy.

Currently reading:

Evelina by Frances Burney - I'm in love with this book, but for some reason I'm not devouring it? I'm taking my time with it and revelling in the experience - I've made my peace with this and will continue to enjoy my leisurely read.

Richard II by William Shakespeare - I'm rereading this and taking it an act a day because I'm making notes. I'll actually finish it tomorrow, but I'm not counting it as read.

The Book of Lost Tales Part Two by J.R.R. Tolkien - another leisurely read because it's so dense and, like Shakespeare, I'm making notes when I feel inclined. I also really struggled to get through the section on The Tale of Tinuviel... (I don't like ANY of the prose versions of Beren and Luthien? It needs to be in verse for me to get into it 🤷‍♀️) But now I've got through that opening section I'm enjoying this a lot more.

Charles I and the People of England by David Cressy - my current non-fiction tome. I'm having a great time with this, but it was going to be a winner considering my unreasonable love for Charles I!

Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke - I have no idea how I ended up in the middle of this but I'm enjoying it well enough that I'm going to continue (although I think I prefer Piranesi?)

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behind the scenes: Boss Babysitter

with the most recent chapter of Heart Hollow being released (Boss Babysitter), I thought I'd share some insights into my creation, writing, and notetaking for it.

caution: this post contains spoilers!

Welcome to Boss Babysitter; Mr. Andrei Wright decides he needs to come back down to the Hotel's floor after his Assistant Manager - Lewis Lockheart - destroys company property in an emotional overflow. Zeke, still processing having seen his orderly manager snap, has to join the two managers throughout daily tasks at Heart Hollow Hotel. The three of them oversee maintenance, attempt to review an end-of-week-report, and have a meeting with housekeeping. Not even halfway through the day, Mr. Wright decides it's time for lunch; Zeke offers him a cigarette outside in order to give the two managers some space. One questionable conversation later, Zeke trudges back inside to enjoy Lewis' company for the remainder of his break. After a brief history lesson and some comments that are just a bit too sweet for coworkers, Zeke and Lewis' attention is brought outside as Andrei Wright gets arrested for fraud.

the earliest mention of this chapter was from the very first Heart Hollow master arc list (dated 2019 or so). a lot of things have changed, but I knew from the get-go that Andrei was going to be arrested.

fun fact: when i was originally creating Heart Hollow in 2019, I was taking a much more adult-comedy-cartoon route. there was, in fact, going to be a shoot-out as (gasp) the FBI and (even bigger gasp) the IRS show up!!! i decided to scrap that. it just doesn't match the "real-life" drama route im taking now lol

the arc list from november 2021 is one of the first redrafts of the story after my 2-year art block.... the one from april 2022 was after I started making the comic. again, lots of things have changed, but I always outlined space for an episode revolving around Andrei's arrest

here's me brainstorming potential chapter names. i recall struggling with the name because i liked a lot of my options; however, i eventually stuck to "Boss Babysitter"

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(eheheh it's a play on the hit DreamWorks film "The Boss Baby" featuring Alec Baldwin as "The Boss Baby")

the first idea on what i wanted the meat of the chapter to be about. i wanted to really put the nail in the coffin about Andrei's mismanagement and how that's been affecting Lewis.

more exploration into what the chapter was to be about. i find this one curious, actually, as this was from my earlier notebook (2021-2022) so I guuuuueeeeess I had a pretty good grasp on this chapter early on......??? thank god for notebooks bc it's really hard to keep everything crammed up in my brain.

the chapter before it ("The Heart of Heart Hollow") concluded on Lewis punching the employee bathroom's mirror. i had to bring up the aftermath, how Zeke was managing having seen that. i also wanted to touch upon Lewis' return back, and how unlike him it is to take an impromptu vacation like that. i knew even in the earliest drafts of this scene, that Lewis was going to lie about where he got his wounds from.

early sketches of Lewis' arrival after his impromptu vacation. these lil thumbnails make me giggle.... theyre just so silly lookin.

i also needed to consider how their day was spent with Andrei joining them. i broke it down piece by piece here, scene by scene. i love my additions of dialogue within my loose ideas. it really brings momentum to my writing process.

also, sidenote: can I just say that I do not hold the same beliefs as Andrei? he's a shit head and i wanted to make his character very uncomfortable to be around.

the scene between Andrei and Zeke was one I've had planned for years. it was so euphoric to finally write it out and send it out into the world. here's the snippet where he outwardly admits to his white collar crime.

for the longest time, I was going to reveal that Zeke was living at the Hotel at the very end of "Boss Babysitter"..... however, when I was writing the aftermath of the mirror break (in "The Heart of Heart Hollow"), I thought it appropriate to include Zeke's squatter status. the drama of the story starts to tie itself together as we witness Lewis do something dangerous and impulsive, and learn something rather confidential about Zeke. we start to wonder: who are these characters? what have they gone through to lead them here?

lastly...... just a little doodle of Andrei in prison garb. i love that he's let his beard grow a bit more.

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Hell Hath No Fury (12/?)

I still don’t own Castle…

xxxxx

“Mmm…hey…” she murmured, her own voice a little husky as she let her body simply melt into his at his touch. “I wondered where you were.”

He chuckled softly, his hand continuing to caress her soft skin underneath her shirt. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

just had to taste.

“Kate…” he whined lowly. “Let me touch you…” he murmured, his lips still nuzzling her neck.

“We can’t…you know that…you aren’t ready…” she breathed, hoping she sounded more convincing than she felt.

“You are…and there is nothing wrong with my fingers…”

He breathed deeply and rested his forehead against hers. “Kate, I want to be with you…” he murmured.

He sighed softly, but nodded. “Ok,” he agreed. “Did you just call me Babe?” he asked then with a smile.

“I did,” she smiled, her eyes dancing playfully. “Do you have a problem with that?” she asked then, her hand moving from his cheek to rest flat against his chest.

“No…no problem,” he grinned.

“Good,” she kissed him softly. “Now let me watch the rest of the fireworks and then we can go to bed.”

He chuckled and turned them so that they could keep their arms around each other and still watch the remaining fireworks explode across the sky.

xxxxx

“So, Doctor, when can I start more physical activities?” Castle asked after the doctor had finished examining him.

“I suppose that depends on your definition of physical activities, Mr. Castle. You aren’t going to be running marathons anytime soon,” the doctor gave a smile.

“Sex. I need to be able to have sex,” he stated bluntly.

The doctor couldn’t help but chuckle. “Mr. Castle…” he started, only to get interrupted.

“Listen…doctor…my girlfriend is gorgeous…” he started, trying to explain. “You have to understand��she’s the woman of my dreams, and I have waited 3 years to get to this point with her. I need to be able to do this. I don’t care what rules I have to follow, but you have got to help me out here.”