there's nothing left to say

it kills me not to know this, but I've all but just forgotten what the color of her eyes were, and her scars or how she got them.

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ela-polat​:

“no! you don’t get to do this!” rarely ever did ela raise her voice. she had always been soft spoken, and even when she was upset she still kept her tone calm and collected. however, at the moment her emotions were all over the place as cato stood in front of her, explaining that he wanted to start over. “that’s not your decision to make, cato! it’s not! i asked for a divorce for a reason…why can’t you respect my decision and just let it be?” there was a small part of her that wanted to admit she felt the same way when she saw her ex-husband, but that feeling was currently being overpowered by her frustration and anger.

it was bad when she raised her voice, and some part of him felt his heart break knowing he was the cause of that. so he lets his hands drop to his side, lips pursed as he looks off in thought. ‘’i know. i know, i know.. i’m sorry for that.’’ hand moves up to run along his face as he finally brings his gaze to meet hers. ‘’i’m sorry, ela. i.. i’ll respect your decision but you just.. know, that.. i won’t stop feeling the way i do about you. that’s one of the things that won’t change.’’

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ela-polat​:

she quickly storms in, not even bothering with a hello. it takes her a second to realize that cato was standing in front of her in only his underwear, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. for it being so early in the morning, ela was surprisingly much more put together than he was. “you…” the woman began, not even knowing where to start. her voice shook, a sign that she was angry. frustrated. “you have no right to waltz back into my life like you’ve been doing. we said our goodbyes, now why the hell do you keep appearing? i thought we were done, cato. that’s what a divorce usually means.”

‘‘woah, woah-- the fuck i do?’‘ the question of course is answered once she starts to speak, his hands going up to show he wasn’t much of a threat. cato knew this look on her and it wasn’t bound to end up.. well for him. this time he was sober and he was at the sharp end of her wrath. ‘‘i.. i know we said our goodbyes and all, i know-- but damn it, i just-- i saw you. and then.. it was like i was.. seeing you again for the first time, and i wanted.. to try with you again. to start over.. for you to be mine again.’’

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@ela-polat​

somehow he managed to pull himself out of bed with hearing all that knocking at the door. fucking hell, if they wanted to bother him this early he wasn’t going to bother getting decent. so cato walks to the door, hand lazily rubbing his eyes as he attempts to wake himself up-- and with his free hand he opens the door. ‘’if it’s this early, this better be impo--’’ eyes widen some once he sees her and cato’s head tilts. ‘’ela.. what’s up?’’

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sawyerwoods​:

“i’m a cop, briggs. i can’t get into too much trouble - and don’t expect me to bail your ass out when you get in trouble for whatever you’re planning.” sawyer chuckled, shaking his head at the other man. he had no idea what was up his sleeve for the night but perhaps that’s what he needed. spending so much time planning every little detail of his life was exhausting sometimes, and more often than not he just wanted to go with the flow like the rest of the world seemed to be doing.

‘‘but you also seem to forget woods, i did all eight years in the navy and commissioned as an officer. sure, ‘m a bounty hunter now but the plan is foolproof. i just need an officer of the law to be a witness to this bounty, the nwe can go get some drinks or something. you good with that?’‘

[sawyerwoods]

closed starter for @catobriggs​ !!

“-I don’t know. Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

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‘‘sure do. you doubt my skills too much, woods. i’ve done this... once.’‘

[maxthieriot]

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ela-polat​:

she had taken a few seconds before opening the door to clear her face of any emotion. now was not the time to share how she was feeling. it was best if he didn’t know. wrapping her arms around herself, she pursed her lips as he apologized for how he had acted at the reception. “it’s…it’s alright. i suppose you weren’t the only drunk one there. it was a wedding, after all. most people take advantage of an open bar.” her eyes met his for a brief moment before she turned her head, unable to look him in the eye for long. “i gathered a bag of your things. it’s..it’s in the dining room. i can go grab it for you.”

‘‘it was a rough-- work week, and i was just tryin’ to.. y’know, do as i normally do. ignore it till i think it goes away till it bites me in the ass.’‘ hand that’s in his hair, moves to run along his chin in thought as his eyes move toward the dining room. ‘‘ah, no.. i mean-- it’s okay, i can grab it. i don’t know, is.. is it asshole like of me if i want to go through it with you? i’m just.. ‘‘ clearing his throat, cato averts his eyes momentarily. ‘‘i don’t feel like being alone tonight.’‘

[ela-polat]

closed starter for @catobriggs​ !!

inviting cato over may not have been one of her best ideas, but it felt wrong to throw away his belongings without giving him a chance to collect them. mailing them would have been the better thing to do, but with a few texts exchanged her ex husband was on his way. once she heard a knock at the door she got up from the couch and opened it, her stomach in knots when she saw him. it was different from last week, as he was sober and would be able to remember their conversation this time around. “uh, come in.” her voice was soft and quiet as she stepped aside, allowing him to enter before closing the door behind him. “don’t mind the mess…i’ve been cleaning all morning.”

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stomach is in knots for some reason & he only thinks of one other time that it was ever really in knots, and that was when he first started dating her. cato’s lips can’t help but quirk at the memory but when the door had opened, his brows were knitted together as he steps in-- fidgeting with both his hands. ‘’uh, it’s.. all good. the mess.. is barely noticeable.’’ cato jokes, moving one hand to rake through his locks. ‘’i’m-- sorry the last time we talked. with.. how drunk i was.’’

[maxthieriot]

[supervalcsi]

supervalcsi’s 1.3k celebration @seik-o asked: Evan Buckley or Clay Spenser

[maxthieriot]

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laurenthorpern​:

Seeing the look on his face had caused Lauren to worry, and it was clear to her that he was not sober. “Cato, are you drunk?” She asked him, even though she already knew the answer to that question. When he spoke up, she could not help but frown, and she was quick to pull him inside of the house. “Come on…” She wrapped her arm over his shoulder and led her inside, letting him sit on the couch before she looked up at her. “Can I get you anything? Maybe a glass of water? Some food to soak up whatever you just had?” 

‘‘is it bad if i am? i saw ela, and i though.. thought jus’ fo a second she was.. y’know-- happy? it.. hurts still, an’ on top of that.. ‘s jus’ work.’‘ hand runs lazily along his beard as he attempts to try and continue sounding sober, but its a miserable attempt. once he’s on the couch he finds himself laying back almost immediately with the room spinning the way it’s been, groaning slightly. ‘‘jus’ a blanket. think.. i needa sleep it off.’‘

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ela ↔ cato.

ela: you caught me. they're comfortable. a whole lot comfortable than what they have to offer for women's hoodies. they're always so much more...tight and restricting than a man's.

ela: yes.

ela: you can come and get them. i don't know if you'd want any of the stuff but if you really don't care then i can toss it.

cato: tbh i never minded though. if i saw you wearing one i'd be too busy checkin you out like damn, you look hot as hell in that.

cato: ah, i'll be by after my shift if you're okay with it? if not..

cato: i mean i can come by now? *cue the shrugging emoji* whatever you think is easier.

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ela ↔ cato.

ela: how kind of you but no, it's not a hoodie. i wouldn't tell you if it was because i wouldn't be giving it back anyway, regardless of whether or not you wanted it back.

ela: it's a few of your things, actually. just stuff you had brought over within the past couple of years. i guess it has stayed well hidden. finally did a deep clean...like a really deep deep clean.

cato: i knew you had a thing for the hoodies i wore. i knew it. i thought it in the back of my mind when i'd buy them and they'd keep mysteriously disappearing.

cato: oh.. really?

cato: tbh i didn't think i brought a lot.. but whatever it is, if you uh-- wanna get rid of it.. you can i guess?

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ela ↔ cato.

ela: as i was cleaning my apartment this morning, i found something of yours.

cato: if it's one of my hoodies i'm going to say something i told you when we first started dating.

cato: keep it-- it looks better on you than it does on me.

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ela-polat​:

it was hard to miss his gaze. even when she looked away, she could feel his eyes on her. it was hard to ignore and although she was rather angry at cato for allowing himself to get like this at a wedding, she couldn’t help but feel protective over him. he didn’t need her help, but she wanted to give it. if there was one thing she’d be doing tonight, it was making sure he made it home okay. things were rough between the two but that didn’t mean she no longer cared. it was just…hard. complicated. painful to be in his presence for longer than a few hours. his comment made her roll her eyes, although there was a small smile threatening to surface as she tried to hold in her laugh. “you just make it so easy to boss around, y’know - it’s like as soon as i start to raise my voice you roll over on your back like some kind of puppy. it’s funny, ‘cause most people wouldn’t expect that with you.” but then again, most people didn’t know him like she did.

there had to be a way to get through the cracks, there always was. in the back of his mind, this conversation would be going a completely different way if he was sober-- but for now; he was actually glad to be a little.. intoxicated at the moment. it was able to get her to lighten up? at least cato thought so. one of his brows rose as he gazed up at her, lips curling into that shit eating smile with her. ‘’not everyone knows.. the real me.’’ attempting to sound sober right now was probably something he was failing miserably at, one of his hands moving lazily to rub at his face. ‘’you jus’.. got a thing ‘bout you, that when.. you take charge, ‘s so hot. quick.. tell me to do somethin’ else.’’

[justaholesir]

MAX THIERIOT as Clay Spenser SEAL Team (2017)