caskett kid

what she says: I’m fine

what she means: kate beckett and richard castle’s twin son falling when he ran out of his dad’s office and kate beckett, his Mother, trying to catch him whilst he falls was unscripted. kate beckett, his Mother, picking him up and running with him was unscripted and i have never witnessed anything as beautiful in my life as stana katic trying to catch a small child while he was falling and then carrying him because he fell and if i ever go on to do anything in my life i will never forget that kate beckett’s first and only scene in Castle™ with her three children has an unscripted scene and an improv by stana katic herself and quite frankly i never plan on witnessing anything as beautiful ever again im dead inside

itskatianicole  asked:

Just watched pitch perfect. Maybe something like that with c/b? Or just the part where they meet in college & castle is appalled by beckett's lack of movie knowledge so he makes her watch his list of greatest movies. Friends first, ends with more :)

Here you go! I focused on the meeting/movie knowledge segment, so I hope that’s okay!

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A Caskett AU

“You’re kidding me.”

Her glare doesn’t seem to stop the incredulity from washing over her companion’s face, nor does it make him think twice about actually speaking his mind. Why had she invited him to study with her?

“Kidding you about what?” She really needs to go back to her book, but every time she tries, Rick asks her another stupid trivia question.

How much movie trivia does this boy know? No wonder he sucks at calculus; there’s no room for anything else in his brain.

“You really don’t know that one either?”

Dropping her pencil, Kate Beckett sighs. “I don’t watch a lot of comedy, okay?”

Rick side eyes her. “Apparently you don’t watch a lot of anything. That’s shameful, Beckett.”

She manages not to pull a muscle from rolling her eyes, though it’s touch and go for a second. “What’s shameful is that I’m talking to you,” she drawls. “Can you just study?”

“That’s boring. I’d rather talk to you.”

He’s sweet, this boy, but right now he’s going to drive her insane.

“Talk to me about polar coordinates, Rick. Not National Lampoon’s Polar Vacation.”

He laughs, his deep blue eyes crinkling adorably. “Oh, you’ll learn, Kate. You’ll learn.”

Not if she wrings his neck first.

She must say it aloud, because he laughs again, scooting closer and grabbing her notebook. Her heart thuds heavily in her chest, just from the quick brush of their shoulders, but she swallows hard and tamps it down.

“Stop, Rick. I’m studying.”

“And I am, too. I’m just borrowing your notes.”

“What happened to yours?” she asks, shoving lightly at his chest with her shoulder. He has no concept of personal space and he smells so damn nice; it’s completely distracting.

“Don’t have any. I write during class.”

Of course he does. He’s always writing something.

“Fine,” she sighs. “I’ll share. But you have to shut up. No more movie quotes, no more mocking me because I do other things with my time. No talking about anything but calc. Capisce?”

His lips pop close to her ear. “Kay.”

God help her.

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Mommy's Helper

“Mommy what are you doing?” 6 year old Katie asked as she climbed into the chair next to her mom.

“I’m working.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes, “I know that.”

“What did I tell you about rolling your eyes?” Johanna scorned.

They were attempting to break her eye rolling habit but it seemed it was going to be a lot harder than they originally thought.

She looked down and frowned. “Sorry.”

Johanna kissed the top of her daughters head. “I’m going over some papers for trial tomorrow”

“Can I help?”

Johanna rifled through the papers scattered across the table. “Here every time you see this number I want you to highlight it.”

“This number?” Kate asked, pointing to the paper.

“Yes, you think you can do that?”

She stopped herself from rolling her eyes and nodded.

They hummed their own tune as they worked.

“What’s going on here?” Jim asked.

Katie looked up with a big smile across her face. “Daddy look I’m helping!”

“I see that. How come you never help me?”

“Your work is boring.” She stated as if it was the most obvious answer.

“I do the same thing as your mom does!”

Katie shrugged, “Hers is just more fun.”

Johanna gave him an apologetic smile and shrugged then they both went back to work humming their tune.


“Hello two of my favorite girls.” Castle greeted as he walked in.

Kate met him with a smile while their daughter met him with her own skeptical look.

“Who’s your other favorites?”

“Grams and Alexis of course.”

She looked at him for a minute before nodding in acceptance of his answer.

“What are you doing?” He asked peering down at the papers on the table.

“I’m helping mom with her case!”

His eyes lit up “Oooh a new case? Need an extra brain?”

“No.” Audrey stated without looking up.

He gaped at her, “Why not?”

“I’m mommy’s helper not you.”

He looked to Beckett for help but all she gave him was an apologetic smile and a shrug.

He walked away defeated. Kate’s pretty sure she heard him muttering something about being replaced and how he used to be mommy’s helper.


“There is a universal truth we all have to face, whether we want to or not, everything eventually ends. As much as I’ve looked forward to this day, I’ve always disliked endings. Last day of summer, the final chapter of a great book, parting ways with a close friend. But endings are inevitable, Leaves fall, you close the book. You say goodbye. Today is one of those days for us. Today we say goodbye to everything that was familiar, everything that was comfortable. We’re moving on. But just because we’re leaving, and that hurts, there’s some people who are so much a part of us, they’ll be with us no matter what. They are our solid ground. Our North Star. And the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us … always.“

“Every writer needs inspiration, and I found mine…”



                               Thank you, Castle!

imagining caskett’s kids as teenagers and c/b in the car surveillancing them on their first date gives me life tbh

bc all i can see is mini kate beckett going to the window and knocking

mini kb: what are you guys doing?
rc: oh we were just…
kb: ice cream. we were out for ice cream
mini kb: *rolls eyes to the next century* i ask you guys /one/ thing

and then sashays back to her date 


A knock at the door rouses both Rick and Kate from their fitful slumber. It’s only been about an hour since they finally dozed off (the newest addition to their family, Nate, has been having trouble sleeping through the night) so at first they both turn towards the bassinet next to the bed. They each breathe a sigh of relief to see their son’s eyes still closed, his chest moving steadily up and down.

There’s another knock and Kate’s the first to her feet, grabbing her robe from the armchair in the corner and rushing out to answer the door before the noise can wake her sleeping baby. Castle is right on her heels, stumbling after her in the dark.

Kate reaches the front door and tugs it open right in the middle of the third knock, coming face to face with one of her new officers from the Twelfth.

And her daughter. Who is fourteen and should be in bed right now. Like her siblings. Why is her kid not in bed right now at…three in the morning?

“Good evening, Captain,” Officer Daniels greets, nodding to her in respect.

“Officer,” she greets back. “I see you found my daughter. Funny, I had no idea she was missing.”

“I wasn’t,” Joey huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was just out for a walk.”

“At three in the morning?” Kate replies, calmly, raising one brow. “Unlikely. What’d she do?” she asks Daniels.

“We collared her for vandalism, Ma’am,” he informs her.

“Sir.” It’s an automatic correction and it comes from both Kate and her daughter. The former bites back her grin.

“Sorry, Captain,” Daniels says, his cheeks flushing. He clears his throat. “But, as I was saying, Officer Zhou and I found her spray-painting the side of a condemned building downtown, during our patrol. I almost brought her in to the precinct, but Zhou figured your punishment would be worse than a night in lockup.”

“Oh, it definitely will be,” Kate says, leveling a look at her daughter. “Your father and I will—“

“Joey? Sweetie, what are you doing up?” Her husband’s voice floats through the loft as he approaches behind her. Where the hell has he been? “Officer Daniels? What are you…?” He looks between the three of them, blankly, before realization dawns on his face and he sighs, looking down at Kate. “This is all your fault, you know.”

“Me? How?” Kate splutters.

“Your damn ‘Rebel Becks’ genes. It was bound to happen to one of our kids. To be honest, I thought it would be Nate.”

“Nate’s adopted.”

“Still. He’s a colicky baby. Doesn’t like schedules.” Both Kate and Joey roll their eyes at him. “See that right there? Definitely from your side of the family.”

“Be that as it may,” Kate sighs, “we’ll take it from here, Daniels. Thank you for bringing her back.”

“No problem, Cap,” Daniels replies. “Next time, if you want, I can keep her in lockup overnight.”

Kate chuckles at that. “Well, hopefully,” she says, “there won’t be a next time, but I’ll have to take you up on that offer if there is.”

Daniels chuckles. “Good night, Sir,” he says and Kate closes the door behind him, her smile dissolving as she turns back to her daughter, whose long brown hair is frizzed beneath her maroon hat, her blue eyes staring up at Kate, innocently.

“Don’t even give me that look,” Kate says. “I used to give your grandmother that look and you know what? It didn’t work on her and it’s not going to work on me.”

Joey sighs and rolls her eyes. “I have a good excuse,” she says.

“And I’d love to hear it, but your father and I are exhausted and you have school in the morning. I don’t want to hear that you’re too tired to go, either.”

“You won’t,” Joey says, grinning. “I wanna see her reaction anyway.”

“Whose reaction?” Castle asks, still rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Joey looks down at her feet, encased in dirty purple converse. “Nobody,” she mumbles. “I’m just gonna go to bed…” She starts off towards the stairs, but suddenly Castle’s eyes widen and he reaches out, grabbing her wrist to pull her back.

“Wait a second,” he says. “Wait just one second.” He turns his daughter bodily around so that she’s facing her mother, eyes wide in confusion. He points to her face as he looks at Kate. “What do you see?” he asks his wife.

“Our daughter?” Kate asks, squinting her eyes at him.

“No,” Castle says, “I’m talking about this,” he points at her nose, “hole in her face.”

“Technically,” Kate replies, “she has a lot of holes in her face, Castle.” Joey snorts and Castle glares at her.

“This is serious, Kate,” he practically whines. “Look at her! Our baby pierced her nose!”

“Jeez, Dad!” Joey groans. “Lighten up. I’m not a baby and this isn’t even real.” She reaches up and tugs the tiny silver loop out of her left nostril and holds it up for them to see. “Aisha just said it would look cool.”

“Aisha, huh?” Kate says, grinning. “Is this the girl you were trying to impress with your…” she wrinkles her nose, looking down at the knapsack hanging off of Joey’s shoulder, “art?”

Joey’s face burns bright red and she bites her lip, looking from her mother to her father. “Maybe,” she mumbles after a moment of scrutiny.

Both Kate and Rick beam at her, the latter pulling her into his arms. “Aww,” he says, “my baby girl has a widdle crush!” Joey groans and attempts to shove him away, but he just holds her more tightly. Kate chuckles and joins in, the two of them crushing their daughter with affection. Joey just rolls her eyes and squirms out of the embrace.

“God, you guys are so embarrassing!” she grouses.

Kate laughs. “And you are so grounded,” she retorts. “Two weeks. No TV, video games, or ‘art’.”

“No girlfriends, either,” Castle adds. “At least not until we’ve met this Aisha.”

Joey presses her lips into a thin line. “Just promise you won’t embarrass me.”

“Of course we’re not going to embarrass you!” Castle brushes off. “Not unless you call showing this Aisha pictures of baby Joey with her little butt in the air.”

“Or how about that video of her and Marti singing ‘Let it Go’ in their little Elsa costumes?” Kate suggests. They laugh at Joey’s stricken look and the teen glares at both of them.

“You two are the worst!” she groans. Kate and Rick just laugh harder as she starts up the stairs.

“Love you, kid,” Kate calls after her.

“Love you, too,” Joey calls back from the top of the stairs. When they hear her bedroom door close, they start back towards their own.

“I am beat,” Castle yawns. “Our kids sure are a handful. Even the ones without the biological penchant for drama.”

Kate smiles at that and looks down into their son’s crib, taking in his dark skin and curly hair. He wrinkles his nose in his sleep and she leans down to press a kiss to his hair.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she says as she turns to climb into bed.

Castle joins her, wrapping one arm around her waist as he pulls her in to cuddle. “Me either,” he sighs as he rests his head down on the pillow.

Their eyes aren’t closed ten seconds before Nate lets out a loud wail, startling them both up.

“Maybe I’d change one thing,” Castle sighs.

anonymous asked:

Saw a prompt where future caskett kids (some young some older) see the few pics taken of the Caskett wedding and ask why she's not wearing a dress...would love if you filled it!

Thank you for thinking of me, Anon! This prompt inspired me in such an interesting and unexpected way, so I hope you like it. This was started prior to Sleeper, so it’s AU for the latter few episodes of the season.

A Life

AU prior to 7x20 - Sleeper. Fourth in the Pictures of Us Series.

“Momma, Sammy’s sick.”

There are many things Kate Beckett doesn’t need to hear as she tries to keep the morning under control and that’s near the top of the list. They’re already running late, all of them, and each attempt at managing the chaos just makes it worse. One more thing on the pile might just be too much.

She has a meeting with the DA to go over her testimony for an upcoming trial, Castle has a meeting with his publisher to finalize details for his impending book tour, and three of her four kids have to be at school early for field trips or field day (something with field in it, right now she can’t even remember). So of course this is the day her libido gets the better of her and she mauls her husband instead of getting up to wake the kids on time. Of course today’s the day her usually charming children decide to refuse to get up without a fuss. It’s a battle to get them to brush their hair, they refuse to wear the damn required t-shirts for their outings, they even refuse to eat what she’s making for breakfast. And now her oldest son is purporting his sister is sick.

She adores her children, she does. Between the four of them and her husband, her life is bright and joyful, a never-ending adventure. But if someone doesn’t cut her some slack in the next five minutes, the kingdom might end up down one Castle.

“Castle!” she gives in and bellows for reinforcements, knowing he’s probably mostly-ready for his meeting. She’d taken the bathroom first, leaving him boneless between their sheets, but he has to be dressed by now. “Little help in here?”

Her husband stumbles out of their bedroom half a second later, just as Elia makes a break for it, dangling the Eggo waffle she’s drowned in syrup between two dainty fingers. Rick manages to catch the three year old before she hits the couch, saving them from another lengthy clean up. He makes a face, but refrains from commenting on the sticky fingers that curl around his sleeve.

“Are you driving Mommy insane again?” he asks, keeping his voice light. Elia barks her crazy laugh, pressing a syrupy kiss to her father’s cheek. She doesn’t deny it; she knows what she’s doing.

He deposits baby girl at the bar again, murmuring a firm “stay” to her. The warning seems to work on their wiggling five year old, too, keeping him from toppling backwards. Aiden’s been fascinated with pushing the limits of the bar stools since he was able to climb into the seat himself, but the last thing they need is for him to end up in the ER with a busted forehead. Again.

“Sammy’s sick,” Simon reminds her, looking far too serious for his own good. He seems to have shaken off his sleepy malaise as he pokes his baby sister’s cheek to make her giggle.

Right, okay. Samara’s sick.

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amtepe  asked:

Prompt: Caskett + Caskett kid + learning to drive

He’s stuck in meetings with Black Pawn, listening to Gina drone on and on about making deadlines when his phone goes off, his wife’s face illuminating the screen even as his ex shoots him a look.

“I should uhh probably take this,” he says. Gina’s glare follows him out the door, but he’s already raising the phone to his ear.

“Thank God you called. Gina wants my head today,” he murmurs when he’s out of earshot.

But he’s met with silence.


“Don’t freak out,” he finally hears.

“What? Kate, what’s going on?”

“James and I are at the hospital,” she says, carefully, and he can tell that she’s trying to be soothing, but his heart pounds in his ears.

“Why? Is he-? Are you-? Is everything-”

“Babe, just listen. Okay?” He stops his babbling, grits his teeth and tries to focus on her voice. His eyelids drop.

“James totaled the car,” she says after a moment. “I took him out driving to that little suburban area where you said you taught Alexis? A dog ran out in front of the car, and he panicked. Launched us straight into a tree.”

“Oh, Kate, is he-”

“He’s fine, Castle. Everyone’s fine. He was just complaining that his head hurt so I wanted to make sure he wasn’t concussed.”

He lets out a heavy breath, rubs the bridge of his nose. “What hospital are you at? I’m on my way.”

“He’s fine, babe. Really. You should finish your meeting. We’re probably not going to be here much longer anyway, I just wanted to keep you posted.“

“Then I’ll meet you home. I’ll pick up some takeout from that Thai place he loves. Screw the meeting, I want to see my son.”

“Yeah, okay.” He hears her murmur something indistinct to someone on the other end. “Babe? I need to go. The doctor’s back.”

“Okay. I love you. See you home.”

“Love you.”


He’s just finishing up setting the table when they walk through the door. James has his shoulders hunched, staring at his shoes, while Kate guides him into the loft with a hand at his shoulder.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he says, rushing over to sweep his son into a hug.

“Doctor said he’s fine. No concussion,” Kate murmurs, but he feels James’s shoulders shake ever so slightly.

When he pulls away to see his face, he’s met with red eyes. “What is it? Something hurt?”

“I…I’m sorry about the car,” James chokes out, face crumbling.

“Oh, son.” Castle pulls him into a tighter hug. “I don’t care about the car. I care about you,” he says and he can feel James sag in relief. “Besides, it’s not like it was the Ferrari, right?”

James lets out a soft laugh and he lets him go, looking over at Kate who’s smiling tenderly at the both of them. She nods at the table. “Let’s eat.”

They make their way into the dining room, sitting down and breaking open the steaming containers of takeout.

“Wait, it wasn’t the Ferrari, right?”