nikkibeckettcsm:

“Alrights, Jo Jo. We mades a deal, its Mommy and Ellie time. You ‘pose to be seepin’. You gots Mommy all to yourself when I was at preschool.” 

Ellie scrambles onto the bed, mindful of her tiny brother lying in the middle of their parents’ bed. She hovers over his squirming form, her little nose just barely brushing against his little cheek. She moves her little arm over his body, to keep him in place, Daddy says Jo Jo can’t roll around yet, but Ellie just wants to make sure. She doesn’t touch his face, to get him to listen to her like she does with her Daddy, she knows he’s too tiny for that.

“Jo Jo. I think its time for you to seeps.” She says again, her voice serious and stern, trying to sound like her Mommy whenever Ellie gets in trouble. But, when Jo Jo turns his head at the sound of her voice, Ellie’s eyes widen in surprise as she breaks out in a grin, “I told Daddy you knew your name! Hi Jo Jo!”

Jonas brown eyes widen as he looks at Ellie, not really focusing on her face, but simply looking in her direction. Ellie seems momentarily distracted as she looks down at her brother, but then remembers why she crawled onto the bed in the first place, other than Mommy asking her to keep an eye on him while she uses the bathroom. 

“Jo Jo.” Ellie repeats, glancing briefly at the bathroom door, once she sees that her mother still hasn’t appeared, she turns her focused back at her brother who’s little nose scrunches up in displeasure, “You need to seeps. I wanna play with Mommy, but I cans do that if you are always hungry! Go and seeps Jo Jo. You had your Mommy time. Its my turn. You needs to learn how to share. Mommy was my Mommy before  yours a long, long  time ago. Go seeps Jo Jo.”

At her words Jonas little face scrunches up, his forehead and cheeks turning bright red and Ellie braces herself knowing he’s going to start to cry, again. “No cry Jo Jo! I don’t cry when you plays with Mommy. You not being fair Jo Jo.”

Ellie sighs dramatically, falling against the palm of her hand, when Jo Jo starts to scream in displeasure, Ellie not understanding why he won’t just listen to her. “You cry for everything Jo Jo.”

“That’s cause it’s the only way he knows how to talk to us, baby bear.” A soft voice calls out.

Ellie looks up and smiles guiltily at her mother, “I tried to gets Jo to seep, but he won’t listen to me like I listen to you.”

Kate chuckles lightly as she shuffles to the bed, the three week incision at her abdomen pulling slightly as she gets into the bed, “Jo Jo is still a bit young to listen to you, baby. He’s just hungry.”

“He’s always hungry.”

Kate watches in amusement as Ellie’s huffs in exasperation at Kate’s words. Her four year old is her grandmother in every sense minus the vibrant red hair. Ellie puts her little chin in her hand and peers down at her brother, who is getting cranky by the minute, “You very loud Jo Jo…and shellfish.”

Kate bites her lip at her four year old’s pout, she knows the past three weeks has not been easy on Ellie. Between Kate spending almost all her time with Jo Jo and recovering from her surgery, Kate just hasn’t been able to focus on her four year old as much as she would like to. 

“How about this baby bear, I’ll feed your brother, then Daddy can look after Jo and you and I will play in your room.” 

Ellie taps her chin thoughtfully, and glances down at her brother who is not quickly sucking on Kate’s finger, for the moment, “Can we have ice cream and watch Olaf?”

Kate bites back a groan at the thought, the summer loving snowman has been on constant loop in their house for the past few months. “Anything you want. It’s Mommy and Ellie time.”

“Okay.” Ellie chirps brightly, she presses a gentle kiss on Jonas’ cheek, “I still love you Jo Jo, even if you always want to play with Mommy.”

Kate heart swells at her daughter’s affection, she and Castle have been worried about sibling rivalry, neither of them familiar with the dynamic and unsure how Ellie would take to having to share her parents. But it seems like they had nothing to worry about.

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nikkibeckettcsm:

“Alrights, Jo Jo. We mades a deal, its Mommy and Ellie time. You ‘pose to be seepin’. You gots Mommy all to yourself when I was at preschool.” 

Ellie scrambles onto the bed, mindful of her tiny brother lying in the middle of their parents’ bed. She hovers over his squirming form, her little nose just barely brushing against his little cheek. She moves her little arm over his body, to keep him in place, Daddy says Jo Jo can’t roll around yet, but Ellie just wants to make sure. She doesn’t touch his face, to get him to listen to her like she does with her Daddy, she knows he’s too tiny for that.

“Jo Jo. I think its time for you to seeps.” She says again, her voice serious and stern, trying to sound like her Mommy whenever Ellie gets in trouble. But, when Jo Jo turns his head at the sound of her voice, Ellie’s eyes widen in surprise as she breaks out in a grin, “I told Daddy you knew your name! Hi Jo Jo!”

Jonas brown eyes widen as he looks at Ellie, not really focusing on her face, but simply looking in her direction. Ellie seems momentarily distracted as she looks down at her brother, but then remembers why she crawled onto the bed in the first place, other than Mommy asking her to keep an eye on him while she uses the bathroom. 

“Jo Jo.” Ellie repeats, glancing briefly at the bathroom door, once she sees that her mother still hasn’t appeared, she turns her focused back at her brother who’s little nose scrunches up in displeasure, “You need to seeps. I wanna play with Mommy, but I cans do that if you are always hungry! Go and seeps Jo Jo. You had your Mommy time. Its my turn. You needs to learn how to share. Mommy was my Mommy before  yours a long, long  time ago. Go seeps Jo Jo.”

At her words Jonas little face scrunches up, his forehead and cheeks turning bright red and Ellie braces herself knowing he’s going to start to cry, again. “No cry Jo Jo! I don’t cry when you plays with Mommy. You not being fair Jo Jo.”

Ellie sighs dramatically, falling against the palm of her hand, when Jo Jo starts to scream in displeasure, Ellie not understanding why he won’t just listen to her. “You cry for everything Jo Jo.”

“That’s cause it’s the only way he knows how to talk to us, baby bear.” A soft voice calls out.

Ellie looks up and smiles guiltily at her mother, “I tried to gets Jo to seep, but he won’t listen to me like I listen to you.”

Kate chuckles lightly as she shuffles to the bed, the three week incision at her abdomen pulling slightly as she gets into the bed, “Jo Jo is still a bit young to listen to you, baby. He’s just hungry.”

“He’s always hungry.”

Kate watches in amusement as Ellie’s huffs in exasperation at Kate’s words. Her four year old is her grandmother in every sense minus the vibrant red hair. Ellie puts her little chin in her hand and peers down at her brother, who is getting cranky by the minute, “You very loud Jo Jo…and shellfish.”

Kate bites her lip at her four year old’s pout, she knows the past three weeks has not been easy on Ellie. Between Kate spending almost all her time with Jo Jo and recovering from her surgery, Kate just hasn’t been able to focus on her four year old as much as she would like to. 

“How about this baby bear, I’ll feed your brother, then Daddy can look after Jo and you and I will play in your room.” 

Ellie taps her chin thoughtfully, and glances down at her brother who is not quickly sucking on Kate’s finger, for the moment, “Can we have ice cream and watch Olaf?”

Kate bites back a groan at the thought, the summer loving snowman has been on constant loop in their house for the past few months. “Anything you want. It’s Mommy and Ellie time.”

“Okay.” Ellie chirps brightly, she presses a gentle kiss on Jonas’ cheek, “I still love you Jo Jo, even if you always want to play with Mommy.”

Kate heart swells at her daughter’s affection, she and Castle have been worried about sibling rivalry, neither of them familiar with the dynamic and unsure how Ellie would take to having to share her parents. But it seems like they had nothing to worry about.

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bunysliper:

caskett-coffee-and-always:

veraflynns:

He finds her curled up on a chair in his office, a concentrated look on her face and a furrow in her brow and most importantly: a pink knitted elephant between her palms. She’s looking at it intently, fingers moving over the stitching to find any flaws. When he clears his throat, she startles and her head shoots up, hand still instinctively reaching for the gun that’s no longer there.

"Castle," she says sternly. "Don’t scare me like that."

And with that, she goes back to that damn pink elephant, finally dropping her needle to her lap as she strokes the toy proudly. “I didn’t know you knew how to knit,” he tells her as she nods her head slowly.

"My mom taught me," she says, running her fingertips over the head of the elephant. The confession sits in the air for a moment and he doesn’t know what to say. He was there when she woke up, not that long ago, in the middle of the night and cried because her mother could not be present for this. He was there when she found out she was pregnant and the first thing she’d uttered was how much her mother would have wanted to have been there for that moment, would have probably bought her the test and sat down with her while they waited.

Johanna Beckett had gotten her closure, but her absence still ripped holes in Kate’s heart every now and again. 

He moves to sit by her, picking up a white thing that looks like a bear with an oversized head and drops it to his lap as she curls toward him. “But really, Kate? Pink elephant for our son?”

She glares at him, but it’s fleeting. “You got a problem with Mr. Pink?” She asks.

Oh god. She’s named it. Kate Beckett-Castle, who used to wrinkle her nose at the sign of a child has named that damned pink elephant that she knit by herself while he was at a meeting Mr. Pink.

He doesn’t comment on it, just grins a little and moves to pick up the toy in her palms. One ear is bigger than the other and it’s trunk is a little lopsided, but damn it if it isn’t the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He knows their son’ll love it.

"No, no I do not." He says after a long moment. "Have a problem with Mr. Pink. I think he’ll love him."

Maybe he’s appeasing his pregnant wife because KB-C is easily one of the scariest people he’s met, even before being seven months into her pregnancy. But he doesn’t mind, and according to her smile, neither does she.

the feels

Gah, I love this. So cute!

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veraflynns:

At her seventh time being a bridesmaid, she thinks that it’s time to throw in the proverbial towel and give up. Her Aunt chastises her, says there’s no such thing as “once a bridesmaid, always a bridesmaid” but she can’t seem to think anything to the former. It’s not like she really believed in fate and true love and finding destiny with one person anyone. All of that stuff was dumb.

She sits in the corner of her room, watching Jenny - one of her sorority sisters - and her new husband, Kevin (who just so happened to be her co-worker) dance. It’s sickening, really, how they look at each other. But it’s not as sickening as the jealousy that rots her to the core.

No matter how much Kate Beckett tries to tell herself that she’s all right and that the mere fact that she will be perpetually single forever doesn’t bother her, everyone - including herself - sees right through that.

"Lovely wedding," she hears a scoff to her side and she jumps, hands reaching for her gun that’s not there. Not that she wouldn’t have tried if it was needed. "Hey, hey, no need to shoot me down, officer."

"That’s Detective to you," she spits at the stranger, a hell fire burning within her. She stands then, ignoring the wooziness provided from the alcohol she’d poured down her throat. "I don’t want company, buddy."

Did she just call him buddy?

"I hate weddings," he ignores her, sighing a little. As she sobers, she recognizes who it is and her eyes nearly roll out of her head. "Detective Castle," she forces a smile. "Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

"Well, you know." He’s smirking. "I got the invitation in the mail and thought that I owed Ryan at least that."

She vaguely knows about Ryan’s old partner. When Ryan got bumped to homicide, Castle was stuck in Narcotics. Not that it seemed like he minded much. Especially because, just two years later, he’d been promoted to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. 

"And for the record, it’s Agent, now." He grins.

So, maybe they have a past, and maybe she hates his guts. 

The walk of shame the next morning is anything but.

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Anonymous
Ficlet prompt: Beckett finds out that, thanks to Castle, the only way their son will pick up his toys is if he's wearing his full Iron Man costume... and if his parents dress as superheroes, too

berkieryan:

“If I could go back in time, I would make sure you never show him that movie,” Beckett growls as she tugs on her boots, the leather of her bodysuit creaking as she leans down.

“So you believe in time travel but superheroes are a stretch?” Castle comments dryly as he pulls the hood over his eyes.

“It’s not the superheroes, it’s this get-up. We couldn’t just half-ass it? You had to get movie quality costumes that are impossible to get in and out of?”

He looks at her like she’s grown a second head. “Hi, you’ve met me, right? What makes you think that I wouldn’t get authentic, custom costumes?”

She sighs, grumbling unintelligibly as she ties the boots’ laces, standing for inspection once she’s done. “I look okay?”

“As always, you look amazing,” he answers, lowering his voice seductively.

She rolls her eyes. “Keep it in your suit, Cap. It’s never going to happen in these outifits, anyway. Captain America and Black Widow are friends and allies, not romantically attracted to each other.”

He sighs, his shoulder slumping as he exhales. “How do I forget that I’m married to a shipper?”

Before she can reply, their son’s voice rings out from the living room. “AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!”

Castle offers his arm. “Let’s go Tasha, Tony’s calling.”

~*~

Maybe not quite what was asked for but I still hope it’s fun. Thanks for this, anon!!

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veraflynns:

She feels a hand wrap around her forearm and her body freezes, preparing for attack mode. But as she’s pulled in another direction, she catches a glimpse of the serene blue eyes and somehow trusts him. She ignores it.

"Oh," his voice is more velvety than she initially thought. "You’re not Kyra, I apologize."

Kate feels her cheeks redden and her eyes fall to his hand as he gracelessly drops her arm as though it had just caught on fire. Her eyes remain on the floor before she lifts her head up and shakes it once. “No,” she says gently. “I’m not.”

Already, he’s enthralled with the woman in front of him. She’s a mystery, but as are most of the people who inhabit. Seeing only the hazel-green of her eyes between the black-red of her mask, he’s telling a tale in his mind already. There’s sorrow buried in the depths of her hues, sorrow he knows he could not begin to understand.

Instead, he straightens and focuses on her mouth, pinky puffy perfection. “I apologize, Miss…”

"Ah," there’s a wicked smile that graces her lips. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Before he can answer, she turns and disappears into the crowd. He spends the rest of the night waiting for a glance of her, but it never comes.

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allylobster
Are you planning to add more to your response to the anon about Castle being targeted? Cause if you hadn't planned on it, I'd like to request more. :)

bravevulnerability:

link for part 1 

and here’s part 2:

She’s not supposed to be in his hospital bed. But after she had returned to his room from speaking with her new captain in the hallway, he had read the distress in her eyes and patted the space beside him. She’d been unable to resist.

She’s always unable to resist crawling in with him, touching him, practically draping herself at his side due to his insistence. They’re driving the hospital staff crazy.

Captain Gates already doesn’t like her and her insistence to remain off duty for at least a month didn’t help matters, but it’s not something she’s willing to compromise on regardless of how much her job means to her. She’s remained at his side this long, she isn’t leaving anytime soon. 

"The Hamptons will be good," he murmurs and Kate turns her head, meeting the bright blue pair of eyes watching her. For someone who was shot only 7 days ago, he’s never seemed happier. Since awakening a few nights ago, Castle’s been making steady progress. He was taken off the vent that same evening, was talking to her without much trouble by the morning, and now they’re leaving for his home in the Hamptons early tomorrow. 

"I’ll finally see you in a swimsuit," he sighs, wistful and smiling, and she huffs, refrains from telling him he how close he was to the same sight only a year ago. She doesn’t want to think about all the chances they missed out on or any mistakes they made before this. 

She’s already assured him that she has everything she wants right here.

"You love me?" The first words out of his mouth when he woke, raspy and incredulous, and she had blushed, nodding. She thinks he’s been one of the happiest gunshot victim ever since.

"I look forward to seeing you half naked too," she smirks, but his reaction isn’t what she expects, not smug and amused like she’d hoped. He looks nervous when he answers, uncertain and even somewhat embarrassed, too tired to hide it.

"Incision scars and all?" he jokes, but it’s hollow, forced, and she has to sit up from her comfortable position beside him, lean over to cup the side of his face in one of her hands.

"I can assure you, Castle, I’ll enjoy every inch of you," she tells him, watching his eyes widen at the words before melting into an enticing pool of dark blue.

She can’t wait until he recovers for so many reasons.

"Don’t talk like that, Beckett. Not when I can’t do anything about it," he chastises, but she knows he’s more than pleased with the response.

"We can still make out," she teases, because they’ve done quite a bit of that while he’s been stuck in this hospital bed. 

"Thank god," he mutters around a low chuckle as she smears a kiss to his lips before easing back against his side.

"The Hamptons will be good," she echoes, gently knocking her head into his, grinning at the returning kiss he plants to her temple.

She hasn’t told him about Smith, about her decision to turn her back on her mother’s case. She’s handed it over to Ryan and Esposito and placed the rest of her focus on Castle, on working with his mother and Alexis to hire the best security for his recovery in the Hamptons, on the flutter in her chest every time he murmurs how he loves her before he drifts to sleep.

She’ll tell him when he’s stronger, when his heart can beat without pain and his breath can flow steady and unhitched from his lips. For now…

"Rick," she murmurs when she feels his body starting to go limp beside hers, drifting towards well-needed sleep.

"Hmm?" he yawns, nuzzling against her shoulder.

She steals one of his hands, twines their fingers in his lap.

"I love every inch of you."

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Ficlet prompt from anon: Castle and Beckett have a pregnancy false alarm a few months after they are married and it prompts them to decide to stop using protection.

why-am-i-narrating:

"Castle?" Kate whispers. "Are you still awake?"

"Yeah," he mumbles.

Kate turns over in his embrace to face him. “I can’t stop thinking about the pregnancy test I took this morning.”

"What about it?"

"From the moment I realized I was late to the moment I used the test, I was hoping it would come back negative. I’m working towards the promotion now and you’re going to be doing more book tours soon. We’re not a normal, home at 6:00 every night kind of family."

"Book tours can be rearranged, and getting the promotion will give you a little more rigidity in your schedule. I mean, isn’t that one of the reasons you’re going for it?"

"It’s the main reason I’m going for it," she reassures him. "But I have to be extra diligent at work right now and you’re basically always on a deadline and so we both have a lot of obligations outside of each other that we have to fulfill and having a baby right now would turn our lives upside down and everything would just be so crazy so all I could think about was how much I didn’t want to be pregnant," she takes in a deep breath, having depleted the oxygen in her lungs with her rambling sentence.

"Kate," he caresses her cheek, "having a baby will turn our lives upside down no matter when we have one."

"I know," she sighs and reaches up to put her hand over his, "that’s why I’ve been thinking about it all day. Rick, as soon as I saw the negative result I was disappointed. I thought it was the result I wanted until it was the result I got."

"What are you saying, Kate?"

"I want us to get pregnant."

"You do?"

"Yes. I want to have a baby with you and I don’t want to wait any longer. What about you?"

"Nothing would make me happier," he smiles.

She smiles back at him. “It’s settled then. As of right now I’m going off the pill.”

Castle presses his smile to hers. “I love you,” he murmurs against her.

"I love you too," she pulls back just enough to look at him. "You know, I’m glad we’re going to start having kids now, seeing as how we’re going to have three of them," she grins and he laughs. "In fact, we should probably get in a practice round right now."

"Mrs. Castle, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Yes. Is it working?"

He slips his hand out from under hers and flips them over. “It most definitely is.”

"Good," she replies with another smile as she pulls him down to her.

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I SHIP OLICITY AND I’M PROUD OF IT!

skylicity:

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GET. OVER. IT!

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bunysliper:

Headstrong

A Castle/Beckett ficlet

Note: To reblog just the image, reblog it from here, please and thanks. (Not my photo.)

"You’re sure you don’t want me to carry you?"

"No, Mama, I walk."

It was the same response she’d gotten the other five times she’d asked. Her daughter was nothing if not headstrong, determined to explore every inch of the dock unaided. A true Beckett, according to everyone who met her (although from Castle’s stories of stubborn little Alexis, she wasn’t sure she could be blamed for everything).

"Okay, no being carried. Will you hold my hand?"

"No."

"No?" She glanced up quickly, meeting her husband’s amused eyes. He was letting her handle this one, thoughtful as he was. Mostly he was enjoying watching her attempt to negotiate with their diminutive dictator.

"Why not?" she tried, pushing a windswept piece of hair out of her mouth. Nothing said authoritative like spitting one’s own hair out of their mouth mid-sentence. "You like holding my hand, silly."

Okay, the put-upon sigh was all her, she’d give everyone that, but the dramatic flop against the railing? Martha Rodgers, through and through.

“Easy, miss dramatic,” she warned, shifting her cup to her other hand, freeing up the one closest to her daughter. Walking on the dock was one thing, dangling partially over the water was another; she wasn’t taking any chances. “Nobody wants to go swimming in nasty boat water. Especially not mommy if you fall in.”

Her daughter giggled, peering down at the murky, oil-slicked water. Of course she didn’t care about the possibility of tumbling into the water; she was fearless.

“S’fishies.”

“You see fishies?” Casually leaning over to see for herself was just a cover to curl her fingers around her daughter’s collar. Just in case.

“Ya, Mama.”

“Did you say hi?”

“HI!”

She heard the chuckles from several other prospective lunch-goers and smiled, dipping her head to brush kisses over the baby’s cheek. Her little one giggled, gripping the metal railing tightly.

“Do the fishies say hi back, monkey?”

“Ya, Mama.”

“Good.”

“Daddy! It’s buzzing!”

That was their cue. They’d been walking while they waited to be seated, but if her son’s eager words were any indication, the walk was over. Good, she was starving, and she had no doubt everyone else had to be, too. They’d been up early to play on the beach.

“That is us, buddy. Kate, we’re up.” Castle called, tickling their son’s neck. The boy squealed, squirming away from his father’s fingers. Both of their babies were so happy and sweet, vibrant in their own way. Two distinct personalities, all stubborn comparisons aside. It warmed her to see new facets of those personalities emerge each day.

Nodding, she turned back to her daughter. “Come on, monkey, it’s time for lunch. Say see you later to the fishies.”

“No.”

“No?” she gasped. “Don’t you want to go eat chicken fingers and macaroni and cheese? That’s your favorite.” And really the only thing they could get her to eat without a major meltdown, so for the sake of keeping the peace during their last lunch while on vacation (LLWOV – according to Castle), no one would be arguing with the little girl.

“No. I gon’ eat da fishies!”

If she hadn’t been staring at her daughter, she never would’ve guessed the deep belly laugh could even come from the tiny thing in front of her. Oh her crazy little one.

Kate paused, taking a moment to drain the last of the club soda her husband had pressed into her hand after putting their names on the list to be seated. She didn’t want to spill it when she leaned over and scooped her still-cackling daughter off her feet.

You, Miss Castle, are the craziest little girl I know. I thought the fishies were your friends?”

“Ya!” The giggles still hadn’t ceased, which made it easier to make their way down the dock without protest.

“But you’re going to eat them?”

“Ya! Num, num, num!”

“Num, num, num, what?” Castle looked confused as they joined the boys.

“S’fishie food!” Another round of cackles ensued from that.

“Your fishie friends are yummy food?” She laughed softly, handing the squirming girl to her father and reaching for her son. “Okay, crazy monkey, tell Daddy all about it while the nice people show us where to sit.”

She might be a headstrong Beckett, but that imagination (and the odd sense of humor to go along with it) was all Castle.

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