#stanakaticland

Castle had come to learn that the woman he had married couldbe two very different people. At night, when they were at home, she was Mrs.Castle. All little touches and quick glances filled with her radiant smile. Shewould curl into his side and let her defenses down, walking around the loftwith her makeup free face and NYPD sweats, her hair twisted into a messy bun.He loved seeing her like that, 100% comfortable around him.

But at the same time, he loved it when she transformed into DetectiveBeckett, the badass woman who could send ice running through your veins withone glare. The woman he had known for years until she finally cracked open andlet him in to her warmth and playfulness.

He watches her now, padding around their bedroom clad onlyin a bath towel, her hair still dripping wet from her shower, readying herself tobecome Detective Beckett for the day. The ends of her hair curl around hershoulders as she works to pull down an outfit from her half of the closet. Hewishes she would wear it naturally more often like she had that year after shewas shot. Mrs. Castle wears it that way all of the time, the kinky little wavesframing her face on the weekends when she isn't on call. But Detective Beckett alwaystakes a heating tool to her waves, whether it be a curling iron, a straightener,or simply a blow dryer.

She lets the towel drop away from her, forming a puddlearound her ankles. He stares at the bare curve of her ass as she slips into apair of satin underwear. His eyes trace up the bare expanse of her back and hehas the urge to join her at their dresser, kiss his way up her spine. But he'sbeen reprimanded too many times by Detective Beckett for his morning quickiesthat make her late to work. So instead he watches as the black cups of her braappear on her back as she twists it around to secure the clasp. She twists thecups back to where they belong and slips her arms through the straps, headingback into the bathroom.

He hears the sounds of her blow dryer starting up and Castlefinally pushes himself out of bed, moving to retrieve her abandoned bath towelfrom the floor. He walks into the bathroom behind her, hanging it back up on thetowel rack to dry.

"I would have gotten that," she yells over thesound of her blow dryer, scrunching up her face in pain when her hair brushsnags on a knot.

"I was up," he shrugs, bumping his hip into hersto make her move out of the way of the drawer.

Thankyou :) It was okay, just a normal day really.

Primrose:Favorite kind of soup?

sancocho which is like stew does that still count??

Tulip:For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

none

Hydrangea:Starbucks order?

mocha cookie crumble!!!!!!! or a double chocolatey chip!

Azalea:What's a movie you cried while watching?

well, it’s that time of year again and…well, you know…here’s a list of fantastic people that will inevitably fall short of all expectation (the list, not the people)

first off, my tumblr pals (some old, some fairly new):

crystal // emma // eva // janay // nen // rachelle // raphael // steven // sister

a-e

agents-of-frickle-frackle // alwayx3 // asheathes // breadiscatchingfire // dailyagentsofshield // darylgrimes // del-fin // drfitzysimmons //engineeringbiochem

f-l

fitz-simmonsy // fzztsimmons // glennmaggie // greysgreys // henstridgebabe // isobelstevenz // katicisms // leopoldffitz

m-z

Yeah, no, I can't do all movies that's impossible (and don't y'all go messaging me for that when you read this)

Disney movies though (i'm just assuming you mean animation)...

Tangled

The Aristocats

The Lion King

Finding Nemo

101 Dalmatians

Brother Bear