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(originally from sofika0707)
#castle  #3x16  #quarantine  #FEELS  #Kate beckett  #richard castle  #caskett 
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4x16 - “NO!”

#imagine if she did pull the trigger#how beckett would feel knowing she never got the chance#to tell castle that she loves him

corner now

Just go there and think about what you did! That tag was not even remotely necessary.

But it’s what we were all thinking (and now crying over)

no. just no

"I guess you never will."


The shot is deafening. It’s the only thing she can hear, that horrid crack of the traitor’s gun going off. It sounds like thunder, like lightning striking right next to her head, hell like a nuclear bomb going off in the sickening sterile silence of the pristine room.

The world slows. Cheesy, but that aspect is honestly the last thing she cares about right now. And the world does slow. It really does. The bullet goes straight into the back of his skull, his body convulsing as bits of him go flying in a gory spray. She lunges over towards him, not caring that she’ll probably get shot too as his body slowly slumps forward. No. No no no. No! No!

She catches his limp body in her arms before it hits the ground, that awful burnt hole in the back of his head mocking her. She flips his body over so she can see his face and presses a hand to the entry wound even though she knows he’s gone. You can’t survive that. You can’t. There are no heartfelt last goodbyes for people shot in the head.

But she tries to bring him back anyway. He can’t be dead. He can’t be! The world wouldn’t do that to her. Her body automatically goes through the motions she knows by heart, desperately trying to get him back even though she knows… she knows he’s gone. There’s no pulse, there’s no breathing, there’s nothing. Just a horrible, terrible nothing. There’s just awful silence marred by only someone heavily sobbing out the words “No, no you can’t leave me. Don’t die on me! Stay with me, Stay with me, Rick,” on repeat, but it falls on deaf ears. 

She cradles him in her lap, a bloody hand coming up to brush the hair out of his face. That ruggedly handsome face of the man whose books saved her, the man that she had once loved to hate, the man who followed her like a puppy for years who asked too many questions and proposed mad theories, the man who saved her life countless times, the man who had loved her and whom she’d loved back more than she thought was possible. The man who’d had the sense to tell her that in May. There would be no declaration of love as he lay dying for her. He was gone the instant that bullet entered his skull. That beautiful, wonderful man she’d never be able to tell how much she loved him.

Her gory hand came up to her own face as a new wave of sobs came over her. He was dead. He was dead and she’d never gotten to tell him she loved him back and that she remembered and that she- guess she should just be honest with herself now- wanted to spend her life with him. He was her one and done. She’d known that for a long time now but she’d been too much of a coward to act. And now he’d never know. 

"I love you," she chokes out, "I love you, Rick. I love you. I love you. I love you."

The three words she’d never managed to say now come in an unstoppable stampede, but it’s too late. It’s too late no matter how many times she says it. He was gone. Gone! And she was still here. Left in a world where she was motherless and without the love of her life. She’d lost them both to murderers, traitors, and had been too much of a coward to tell them how much they’d mattered to her while they still breathed. 

And now… another chain to carry around her neck, another grave to visit, another hole ripped into her heart. She barely survived her mother’s death. Her patched up heart wouldn’t be able to deal with this much raw damage. 

She’d always thought there’d be another time. Another time to tell him she remembered, another time to confess her love for him, another time to start a lifetime with him. She thought she had all the time in the world with him. But nobody does.

She curls around his lifeless body, the sobs wracking her body as she defensively wraps herself around him. She faintly registers another body nearby with long dark curls collapsed onto the floor but doesn’t care right now. Images flash through her mind- flicking between the horrible sight of his bloody dead body, the sight of her mother’s corpse in a pile of garbage behind the bright yellow tape, his exuberance when he was alive, her mom and her’s day skating where she’d worn those neon skates and fallen on her ass countless times, that kiss her and Rick shared that she’d always expected to experience again someday but now never will, his theories from just earlier that day, the corpses again… It’s a deadly cycle and the tears just don’t stop coming and neither do those three words. 

"I love you."

But it’s too late.

It’s too late.

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1 year ago | 3217

Top 20 favorite ships | Castle & Beckett (Castle)

“You know what I thought when I first met you? That you were a mystery that I was never gonna solve. Even now, after spending all this time with you, I’m still amazed by the depths of your strength, your heart… and your hotness.”

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Prettiest Episodes of Castle5x09 Secret Santa

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I mixed the last page of the epilogue (read by the amazing Stephen Fry) with Leaving Hogwarts, changed the levels and unfortunately to make it fit, cut some bits out. But yes. This is what it sounds like.


reblogging again because of reasons.


I actually just sobbed loudly.

Shit. Shit I’m getting teary eyed. Literally. No joke here. No exaggeration. I actually have legitimate tears in my eyes. 












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2 years ago | 2345

Nathan: Coffee is symbolic for those two characters, it’s like this is our good morning kiss. A way of saying, without actually using words, “Good morning, my heart. How are you doing?”

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