fucking nut is true. but anyway point is imagine that, they just know better. imagine the people who DO talk back to him, that acerbic ice cold laughter, stepping closer and staring down at them with his chin jutted upwards. “want to repeat that?” no one talks back to him
why do you do this to me please ijwaeoigjia that lift of his chin is killing me and i can’t wait to see him turn that look on more people. actually, one other aspect that didn’t make it into the gifset is the part where rufus slowly puts down the pool cue and visibly backs away as soon as magnus approaches:
A/N: I always have a lot that floats through my head but I thought this my might be a fun way to spend my late nights. I plan on making this story multiple parts if any of you out there like it enough. There are going to be many levels to this. I might even alternate between characters point of views. But I hope you all enjoy it.If you all are interested in a part two, let me know!/i>
“Whoa.. Hey, why are you crying?” For three days I had this constant knot in my stomach, and this was the moment I was about to learn the truth. I had some thoughts in the back of my head for a couple weeks, but this gut feeling started to connect everything. My gut feeling was never wrong. I took a deep breath and wiped away the stray tears with the back of my hand. I slowly moved my gaze to his, barely seeing his features under the darkness. Maybe that would make all of this easier. “You don’t want this anymore, do you?” He sighed next to me, adjusting his body to get a better look at me. “You know I love you, more than anything..” “But…” “But I’m not in love with you.”
I’m not in love with you Those six words played in my head over and over again, on the whole ride back to the bunker. He dropped me off where the gravel ended, exchanging a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead before I started walking my way to the front door. The tears coming much heavier once I heard the truck fade out down the road. Another slow and deep breath before I reached for the handle, opening the door to the bunker as quietly as possible. I’ve been gone for almost six hours, so I’m hoping the boys are tucked away in their rooms for the night. I slip off my sandals, knowing I will be a lot more stealthy with my bare feet moving around. Slipping past the library, all the lamps are off and not a Winchester is in sight. I sigh in relief making my way to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of whiskey before dragging my feet to the bathroom.I stare at my reflection, smeared mascara and bloodshot eyes staring back at me. I mindlessly peel myself out of my skinny jeans and silk lavender camisole. I turn the water on as hot as it will go before stepping into the stream. I feel numb as I wash myself from tonight’s events, not even noticing how the water begins to turn my skin a bright red. I scrub my disheveled make-up off my face before stepping out of the water and drying myself. Scrounging through my drawers I find a pair of panties, white fuzzy socks, baggy gray sweatpants, and a white sweatshirt. Before I drop my towel I close the bedroom door and then slip into the comforting warmth of everything. I take a big swig of whiskey before laying in my bed, burying myself under my sheets.. trying to hide myself from the world.
Graves pulls Credence into a hug, which, with his hand on Credence’s neck, seems more controlling than affectionate. Credence, overwhelmed by the seeming affection, closes his eyes and relaxes slightly. Graves slowly backs away, stroking Credence’s neck. Credence keeps his eyes closed, longing for the human contact to continue.
listen, how often do you think magnus and alec sit together on the balcony, all cuddled up just listening to each other talk about their day and laughing together. how their hearts skip a beat when they see the other smile and they can’t help but lean in and softly kiss one another until they slowly pull away and go back to cuddling, feeling completely content and happy and loved
shiro back on earth and drinking a well deserved glass of wine:
Keith, plucking the glass out of his hand:
whoa whoa little man i know it's been a while but minors still can't drink
shiro staring at his empty hand:
keith....if i don't have that drink back in my hand in the next ten seconds i swear i will steal your diary and a bullhorn and recite every corny poem you made about lance's 'azure eyes' in front of the garrison outside lance's dorm room
......you don't know where my--
it's in a panel behind your bed
keith, putting the drink back and backing away slowly: