leave me alone x(

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NEWT gazes at TINA – awkwardly affectionate. He gently reaches forward and touches her hair. Lingering for a moment, they stare into each other’s eyes.

A last look and NEWT suddenly moves away, leaving TINA standing, raising a hand to touch where NEWT stroked her hair.

Deck The Halls

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Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Characters: Percival Graves

Pairing: Reader X Percival Graves

Notes/Warnings: *looks despairingly at the word count* Why do these tend to get out of hand?! Anyway, happy Christmas 8th (aka I feel festive because of December, so here you go)

Word count: 2,025

Imagine: Imagine Percival Graves not kissing you under a mistletoe but not for the reason you think.

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i know what i said.

yurio: i can’t believe my dads got married

otabek:

otabek:

otabek: you just said-

yurio: i know what i said

  • 707: leave me alone
  • MC: alright
  • MC: sike you thought son
  • MC: come and eat with me bitch
  • MC: please

two arm chairs, two glasses, the two of them facing each other and alec’s legs so long they were touching magnus’s. they had come back from their date. magnus had asked alec if he wanted to come upstairs for another drink and alec accepted, the unspoken ‘i don’t want this night to end’ hanging between them, making the air a little lighter, maybe from the alcohol they’d had, or maybe from something else; something like elation. they didn’t say much, only 'i had fun tonight’ and 'me too’ and 'we should do this again’, content to just exist together in this state of haze, dopey smiles on both of their faces, alec’s head resting idly on the back of his seat, while watching magnus with half-lidded eyes.

he didn’t know whether it was the tireless buzzing of his skin, or the way alec was looking at him, or a combination of both that made magnus put his glass down, get up from his chair and sit on alec’s lap, all in one swift motion, his arms circling his shoulders. alec didn’t seem startled or confused. instead, his smile grew bigger, mirroring magnus’s own, and his breath hitched the closer they got. without warning, but not unexpectedly, magnus took alec’s lower lip between his own, and that’s when the battle started. a battle of tongues and teeth, fierce and desperate, but gentle nonetheless; the most gentle battle they’ve ever been in. the sharp bite of liquor melted in their mouths, warming them up from the inside and making every nerve ending tingle.

reluctant as he was to stop, magnus pulled back, catching his breath and opening his eyes just enough to see alec chasing his mouth for more. he looked wrecked; his lips red and swollen, his hair disheveled, eyes half closed, mouth open and panting. it was then that magnus broke into a huge grin, alec following suit and soon enough they were both laughing, alec’s hands around magnus’s waist and magnus’s hands around alec’s neck, trying but failing to lean back in, each kiss interrupted by another giggle, until they gave up and settled for breathing in the close space between them, foreheads touching, drunk on alcohol and warmth and each other’s mouths.

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“Such a cruel boy. Telling me to live one more time. I thought I was satisfied because my dream had come true… And I’d told myself it was enough… Yet here you are, watering this withered heart again.”

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