#quick little something

[deep4ried]

me myself and you

[underaverageheight]

angst

prompt: "I loved you in this lifetime, I won’t make that same mistake in the next." x "I regret everything. All of it. You, me, what we did..."

warning(s): mentions of cheating, implied insecure!reader, attempt to manipulate reader using insecurities, if i missed anything let me know! i would hate if i missed something and caused someone to get uncomfortable or triggered :(

a/n: loving me some angst right now... just in my feels

“Do you still love me?” Oh that question’s bound to start an argument but you had to know. Things changed a while ago and it’s been killing you to confront him about it.

“…No. I mean yes. I do. I still love you. I swear it on my word.”

You scoffed. “No? Well that explains your evasive behavior around me. Are you seeing another girl? Is that what prompted this ‘no’?” Your face hardened as you spoke, afraid that if you let emotion show, it’d ruin you.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean to! She meant nothing! It was a mistake. I love you. I swear.” He dropped to his knees, pleading for your forgiveness. Tears begged to fall down your face. “Please. Let me make this right.”

“There’s nothing you can do. If she meant nothing… then this- this meant nothing.” You turned away from him, wiping the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

“You know what? It is nothing. You needed me because you can’t do anything without someone to lean on. I hate being your caretaker. Unlike you, she was there for me, with me. You closed yourself off to me and you’d only talk to me when you needed something.”

You grit your teeth. “I needed time. You never gave me the time.” Tears streamed down your face.

“I regret everything. All of it. You, me, what we did… It was a waste of time. Years of my life, wasted,” You stepped back, in utter shock. A broken sob slipped through your lips as you left to pack your things.

As you approached the door, you looked at the man you once loved. “I loved you in this lifetime. I won’t make that same mistake in the next.”

[verenakauer]

Imagine this:

After the fight in the hut Jason and Salim are the only survivors, and Jason knows: there's gonna be a lot of questions. About the death of his entire team, about allying with an enemy, about those things in the temple. Enough questions to lock him up for the rest of his life — if only to stop him from telling people the truth.

And his faith that the American army is doing the right thing is dropped as well. He has nothing to return to. Never had, really.

"You can go with me," Salim says, somehow knowing his thoughts. Is it really that easy to read his face? "We'll figure it out. We'll find a way. And your people will just think you're dead and your body is down there. They won't be looking for you."

Jason really wants to say yes.

"If your people find out about me, you'll be in trouble," he says.

"We'll figure it out," Salim repeats. "We fought and killed vampires. We can deal with everything now."

Jason can't help but laugh.

"Alright," he says, "lead the way."

And after some hours of walking they come to Salim’s house. It's peaceful and quiet and the sun shines brightly; Jason feels safe for the first time in a… long time, really. Nobody notices them as they walk; nobody tries to stop them.

Salim goes inside looking for Zain, and Jason has no idea how Salim is going to explain the situation to his son. Zain isn't there, though, but a note from him is; it seems they just missed each other. Salim leaves Jason in the living room to call somebody; Jason sits down on the couch and leans back.

He's fucking exhausted.

Salim is talking on the phone. Jason can't understand a word of it, but the mere sound of Salim’s voice is somehow comforting and calming. Jason closes his eyes — just for a second.

When Salim hangs up the phone and comes back to his guest, Jason is asleep. Salim can't help but smile: the brave marine still holds his gun and looks a bit like a child hugging his favorite stuffed toy in his sleep. His face is relaxed, there seems to be even a little smile in the corners of his mouth; this is the first time Salim sees him calm. Not stressed, or angry, or scared, or agitated — really, truly calm.

He looks very young right now.

Salim gets a blanket to cover him. Jason smiles a bit wider as he feels soft fabric on his skin. He doesn’t wake up.

Such a sort of instinctive trust makes Salim feel… tenderness.

And maybe something else. Affection. Warmth.

Love.

Salim settles down on the couch beside him. Jason instinctively moves a bit closer, still asleep.

They have some time before dark falls again. They have some time to rest and recover.

Everything is going to be okay as long as they're together.

[thefifthsister-notactive]

Christmas Sweater Day 2019

Kate smiled at the two of them as they laid on the bed laughing with each other as she got dressed for work.

“How cold do you think it is out?” She wondered out loud as she perused her wardrobe choices. 

“Mommy, you gots to wear it today!” Lily told her, gesturing to the Christmas sweater that was hanging to one side.

“Yeah, you have to,” Castle told her. “We all have to be wearing them to go and see the tree later.”

Kate rolled her eyes but relented, grabbing the sweater. She had to admit, it was kind of comfortable and cozy and it wasn’t completely over the top like she would expect from him. Just a nice grey sweater with a snowflake pattern around it.

Kate slipped it on, pulled it gently down and loosened her hair from the collar. “Happy now?”

“Yes!” They both shouted. 

“Okay, Mommy’s going to work now. Promise you’ll come get me and save me some cookies?”

“Pwomise Mommy!” Lily told her, giving her a hug and a kiss before she said bye to her husband and left for the precinct.

When Castle and Lily came to meet her at work later that day she smiled when they were wearing the sweaters that matched hers. 

Happy Christmas Sweater day!

[zaigahar]

Stone and Leather🧥

[nyxtastic]

Oh boy, was I afraid I had forgotten too much about watercolours!