(Photo not mine - to reblog just the pic, reblog from here.)
“Something tells me you want more,” Castle
teases, tapping the rim of his wife’s outstretched coffee mug. “Not sure
where I’m getting that idea, though.”
"Oh hush,” she grouses. “I’d get it
myself if it weren’t for the four broken bones in my foot.”
He eases the mug from her hand, stooping to
kiss her. It’s been almost a week and she’s still pissed about being out of
commission. It wouldn’t be so bad, he knows, if it weren’t for the fact that -
of all things - a broken, uneven curb and a pair of heels that will be burned
at the earliest possible opportunity are to blame for her predicament.
That, and if they hadn’t been intending to go
away for their anniversary this year. Instead they’re stuck at home as Kate’s
doctor contemplates surgery.
It’s not all bad, though. They’re otherwise
healthy, they’re otherwise happy, and most importantly, they’re together. It
doesn’t matter if they’re together in the tropics, at their house in the
Hamptons (as is their back-up plan, should Kate’s appointment go well
tomorrow), or right here in the loft, they’re together still. Always.
And his wife will be getting her coffee fix
without ever having to leave the comfort of their bed.
Beware! Following this note you’ll encounter a super freaking cheesy Halloween-themed dadstiel drabble! I hope you’ll enjoy it :)
you think we should go see what she’s doing… or help her?“ Dean paces through
their living room with a frown, impatiently waiting for their daughter to join
“Dean, stop worrying! Emilia told us she wants to put this year’s Halloween
costume together all on her own. We should trust her,“ Cas answers calmly, doing
his best not to roll his eyes over his husbands impatience.
“But she’s six, Cas! What do you
think- how’s the costume gonna look? She’ll probably just wear her pants on her
head and her socks on her hands, or somethin’.“ Dean grumbles before he plops
down on the couch next to him, leaning his head on Castiel’s shoulder with a sigh.
“You know very well how intelligent and creative our daughter is, now would you
please stop annoying me and just wait for her to come out?“
“Yeah of course I know that- but she‘s making her costume with stuff we already
own! And the only things she asked for were some strings, scissors and blue cardboard! What’s she planning?“ Dean
pouts, still unable to leave the topic.
“She assured us that we will both love her costume, just let her surprise us,”
He knows how much his husband loves Halloween, especially the dressing-up part.
Ever since they adopted Emma four years ago, Dean was to one to buy costumes
for the three of them. Each October, he would be completely over the moon and wouldn’t
stop talking about his ideas for matching costumes. It was exhausting for
everyone around him, but his excitement was also incredibly endearing, so Cas
usually just let him do his thing and watched with a fond smile.
This year, though, Emilia decided that she wants to pick out her costume all
alone and without her daddy’s help, which led to a lot of complaining and (he
would never admit this to anyone but Cas) some tears on Dean’s part as he
realized just how fast their daughter is growing up.
Unlike most other kids, Em didn’t want to go to a shop and buy an overpriced costume.
Instead, she wanted to create it herself; a fact that delighted Cas but only
made Dean pout even more.
It’s the morning of Halloween, and Em is about to present them her costume.
Both her dads wanted to see her costume ahead of time in case it is bad and they
need to improvise a new costume- because Em is
six years old and you never know what to expect from her.
They hear her coming their way; first her little feet tapping down the stairs,
then a thump in the hallway that sound suspiciously like cardboard against wall,
and then a quiet giggle before she actually enters the room.
She joins them in the living room with spread arms and loud “Tadaaa!“- and it’s
an incredibly cute sight.
Half of Em’s face is covered by Dean‘s old Batman mask (which is a little too
big on her) and she’s wearing Cas’ black and yellow striped shirt and her own dark
pants. She apparently used some tape to stick a hand drawn batman logo to the
shirt and over her narrow shoulders she strapped a pair of uneven, blue
“I‘m… Beeman,“ she announces with a
proud grin. “Do you like it?? Look, I’m half Batman and half bee, so you both
have something to love about my costume.“
Dean blinks a few times before jumping off the couch and scooping their
daughter up in his arms, careful not to damage her wings. “Honey, I love it so
much! Was it a lot of work?“
“Yeah daddy, I started right after school yesterday and finished just now!! It
took at least a hundred hours!“ Em sighs dramatically, leaning into Dean’s
chest. “Papa, what do you think??”
couldn’t have picked a better costume, Em. I think I need one like that for
myself!” Cas walks over to catch his two favorite people in a big hug.
next Halloween I can make costumes for all of us,” she giggles while returning
(You can find my super ugly drawing of Em showing off her costume down under the cut. Please be nice if you decide to take a look at it, it’s only my second digital piece and I pray to god that I’m gonna get better with practice…)
it's unusual friendships time!!! got any hcs about Marius and Jehan as friends?
You always come into my inbox with the best things thank you
•Marius collects neat things like shiny pennies and pretty rocks to give Jehan when he next sees them but usually forgets and Jehan finds them in his pockets when stealing his coats
•send each other pics of really fat cats usually of their own fat cats
•in other words the bode meme is their favorite
•make a point to have tea together every week where Jehan tells Marius all about the most interesting things they’ve overheard from strangers
•both really like pistachios and once tried to have a competition to see who could eat the most Cosette came home that night to find them chilling on the floor surrounded by shells and complaining
•roller skating happens far more often than in the average friendship
•Marius is always super stoked cause Jehan can somehow also sign in all the same languages he knows
•Jehan is always super stoked that they have someone to practice signing in these languages with
•they hang out in Jehan’s garden and find out the key to the universe every Wednesday night and then promptly forget the next day
•Marius compliments all of Jehan’s terrible outfits every day cause that’s what friends do
•Jehan finds (steals) books for Marius that they think he’d like
•Jehan tried to teach Marius how to knit once and it took him forever to get the hang of it and actually do the thing but he finally ended up making a pair of uneven socks that he gave to Jehan and they honestly fit their whole aesthetic pretty well
•get sick together a lot? Why are they always sick at the same time??
•Marius knows by now that calling Jehan when he’s lost just leads to getting more lost but he does it anyway cause they at least have fun together
•have the most exciting double dates with their partners seriously it’s wild more than once they’ve been arrested all together and it’s been Marius and Jehan’s fault
•have cacti named after each other
•super supportive and amazing friends who love and care about each other
•listen this friendship is so underrated and I will talk about it until im in my grave but here are just a few things before I make this too long
He looked like hell when I saw him walk through that door. He wasn’t handsome, like at all, but the frown on his face made him look even less appealing than usual. He had uneven eyes paired with thick brown eyebrows and a thin set of lips. His pale skin made the freckles much more visible along with the dark bags under his eyes. He lifted his head and searched the room. When our eyes met I took the chance and winked at him, he almost smiled but instead he licked his lips and marched up to my desk.
I leaned in closer and unleashed a wicked grin.
“Hey handsome you look like hell today.”
He wasn’t impressed.
“And what exactly do we have in common?”
I smacked my lips and answered.
“Well babe, just like hell, you look terrifyingly hot today.”
Suddenly, the frown disappeared and he was smiling. His eyes were still uneven but they were alive and pulsing greens, his thin lips parted to show a gummy smile with the tip of his tongue peeking through his open-bite. He wasn’t handsome, I would know, but God he was beautiful.
//how she saw him //through her own eyes //obviously
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