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All I Have Left of Her

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Summary: Why Charlie never got married (CharliexMC)

He still dreams about her. Some days it will be a memory in which he will give up anything to experience again, other days it will be a nightmare in which she is in danger. He will be yelling for her to run, only to wake up and find out that she isn’t really here. He doesn’t know which one is worse.

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A Different Path (14)

Fem! Reader x Seed Brothers

Rated M for violence, language and future smut


“Checkmate,” you said. You took out Paul’s king with your queen, knocking it to the side. “Are you letting me win on purpose?”

“Maybe,” grinned Paul. “To be honest, I only know a handful of moves I learned back when I was younger.”

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  • My friend: soooo what are you looking for in a guy?
  • Me: kind. sweet. approximately 6'2". ginger. messy hair. wears bow ties and a blue coat. no one can ever figure out THE FUCK his eye color is. has to have solid cheek bones just saying. also jawline. freckles are a thing. wizard. Hufflepuff™. author. magizoologist. is actually Newt Scamander.
Be Careful

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 1359

Characters: Jacob x reader, the whole pack

Warnings: Werewolves behaving like children, fighting and violence

Summary: You get caught in the middle of one of the pack’s arguments.

You could hear them arguing all the way up Sam’s driveway. Paul’s voice was especially loud above the other, and you stopped to listen to him as you reached the door.

“I’m just saying, that’s a load of crap! I could take any of you in a fight!”

You sighed, irritated. The pack had been fighting over this for at least a week now, and it was starting to get on your last nerve. No one apart from them really cared about who would beat who if it came to a fight.

Then it was Jacob’s voice, and you could almost hear his grin. “Whatever you wanna believe, Lahote.” Someone, you assumed it was Paul, gave a low growl in response.

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  • Tina: NEWT PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM, OR SO HELP ME---!
  • Random No-Maj: *stares*
  • Tina: Oh, hey! We're rehearsing a - a scene for the upcoming community play called, uh, Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me!
  • No-Maj: ...
  • Tina: It's a musical?
  • Newt: *Nods*
  • Tina: *starts singing* Put that thing back where it came from or so help me... *nudges Newt*
  • Newt: Oh, right!
  • Newt: Bom, bom, bom, bom!
  • Tina: So help me! So help me, And cut!
  • Tina: We're still working on it, it's a work in progress but, hey, we need ushers!
  • No-Maj: *slowly backs away*
It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird

✩ word count: a fair amount idk man

✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(

It’s You That I Hold Onto

It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen. 

Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.

Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.

“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.

Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.

Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-

He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”

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NEWT SCAMANDER X READER

HEARTBEAT

desc: Newt is unable to grasp why you would ever find fascination in observing him, which is followed by a heartfelt moment, and admittance of love. 

Kisses and lots of FLUFF! <3 (gif not mine, creds to owner)

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Newt Scamander was an absolute work of art, and simply studying his features helped you relax, so you did. He sat at the polished oak table, his right leg shaking as he focused, his honey colored locks sprawled across his forehead. When he focused, these little crinkles appeared from the furrow of his eyebrows, and he would chew his lower lip whilst deep in thought. A golden beam of sunlight twinkled across his button nose, rosy cheeks, and brilliant blue-green eyes. He reached for his steaming mug of tea, letting the curls of steam crawl over his face before taking a careful sip. Then his lips twitched ever so noticeably, and you could make out the little dimples of his curious smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, his head still bent into his leather notebook, his white feather quill tight in his hand.

You sat across the table from him, head in palm as you examined him, “because you’re very nice to stare at, Newt.”

This split his lips into a wide grin, and he gently set his quill down before giving his full attention to you. “I can’t focus when you’re devouring me with those eyes.”

You shrugged, giving a small grin, “you’re always staring at me, too.”

Newt’s glimmering eyes crinkled, “well, that’s different.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, “how so?”

“Well, you see, with you - okay, but - you’re very, well-” New continuously tripped over his words as he fumbled to piece together his thoughts. 

“Go on,” you encouraged, stretching your hand across the table.

Newt brought his eyes down, his hand coming up gently to rest in yours, his fingers intertwining with the most cautious ease. He strung his fingers between yours, his eyes looking over your hands for a good while.

“Newt, you’re doing it again,” you giggled, when he’d gotten distracted and removed his hand to draw patterns all over your palms.

“What? Oh, oh, yes, right,” he sighed, putting his hand back in yours. He looked back up, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “Erm, well, you are the most fascinatingly charming girl I h-have ever had the pleasure of coming upon,” he began, his cheeks reddening at once. “So y-you see, when I study my creatures, I am always discovering more of their hidden wonders, as I am with you. Sometimes the sunlight will cross different crevices of your face, sometimes your eyes are darker than usual, sometimes a strand of hair falls loose, a-and sometimes you’re smile is so wonderfully mesmerizing that I must always…watch. I can’t miss a moment, you see, I have to study you until I know all you’re little quirks like the back of my hand.” Newts eyes had drifted onto a patch of table around halfway through, unable to hold your gaze.

You squeezed his hand really lightly to get his focus, “Newt.” 

He released your hand and brought his own back down into his lap, shifting in his chair and looking very flustered when he looked back up at you.

“Newt, you’re too good to me,” you whispered, feeling ridiculous for wanting to cry. 

“I’m just so lucky to have you, please know this,” he mumbled hurriedly.

You shook your head with a faint laugh, “what makes you think I have no reason to admire you?”

His jaw clenched a little, and you saw his face droop, “my love, there is nothing special to see.”

That physically pained you to hear.

“Newt!” you gasped, “Please, never say that again.”

He grew instantly worried, “Oh-I’m so sorry, please forgive me, I-”

“Shh,” you cut him off and stood up, heading around the table and taking a seat right beside him, turning your chair toward Newt. He half-heartedly turned to face you as well.

“Newt,” you smiled sadly, raising your palm up to graze his cheek. He twitched nervously under your touch, but you reassured him and rested your hand against his freckle dotted skin.

“Newt, you are the kindest and most amazing person ever, and I hate to see you doubting yourself like this. You are so special Newt, and I wish you could see yourself the way I do; as a sweet, loving, and most definitely heart stoppingly beautiful human being. Yes there are kind folks out there, yes there are gorgeous folks out there, but never have I found someone who is both as gorgeous and compassionate to the extent that you are, which is why I am so deeply in lo-”

You stopped short, realizing you had spoken too much and instantly freezing over. You had never exchanged the three magic words with Newt before, and suddenly it seemed nothing but terrifying.

Newts mouth opened, his skin warming beneath your fingertips, “What?”

“N-nothing,” you mumbled, dropping your hand nervously.

Newt grabbed your hand gently before it could fall, and took it in his own, bringing it right up to his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat rapidly quickening beneath the fabric of his soft clothes.

“Do you feel that?” he gulped.

You nodded shyly, “Yeah?”

“That, (Y/N), is what one who is madly in love feels,” he smiled nervously. “This here, i-is physical proof of how I feel when I’m with you, and how it feels to be head over heels for y-you, my darling.”

You felt your own heartbeat falter before quickening, and Newt asked, “Do you love me too?”

He had said it so quietly that you almost missed it. His lips quivered, his slender fingers trembling as his face sunk into a state of absolute sadness and worry. You couldn’t even speak at the sight, so instead you brought his hand up to your own chest, and lay it against your heart. Newt stretched his fingers slowly across your front, his palm taking in the rapid and intense thrum of your heartbeat.

“You tell me,” you breathed quietly.

He brought his eyes from your heart to your painfully nervous gaze. Once again, his lips twitched and broke into that familiar smile. The sun sent flares across his warm features and illuminated his overjoyed expression.

“I would very much like to kiss you right now, if you would allow me,” he proposed shyly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your smile stretching wide as you gave him a nod.

Newt pulled a stray hair of yours affectionately behind your ear before tracing down to your jawline and resting his hand beneath your chin. He gave you one last look before tilting his head in with a flutter of his eyelids. Your eyes closed at the moment where your lips made contact. It was only for the briefest of moments, but was plenty enough for you to feel intoxicated by the taste you were given. He was soft and gentle with you, as if you were a fragile piece, and his lips were full, warm, and tasted of delightful sugar sweet joy. You could feel his hand quivering beneath your chin, but you pushed your lips in a little deeper to show you were at ease with him. You felt a rolling crystal droplet trickle down from his eyes and down onto your lips, but the taste of salt in the kiss was one that you knew was from tears of joy. Newt’s timid lips twitched upwards against yours, and he pulled back a second later, forgetting to breathe for a moment. He gulped down the lump in his throat and took a deep breath in whilst opening his bluish green eyes again.

“T-that was-” he stuttered.

“Wonderful,” you smiled and bent forward, dropping a light peck against Newt’s nose. You brought your own head down to Newt’s chest, and burrowed into the crevice of his neck, where you breathed in the scent of flowers and, possibly, niffler. He brought his hand up to hold your head, his free arm coming around your waist and giving you a squeeze. You smiled against his skin and let your eyes come to a close.

Newt sat quietly, formulating sentences but only coming up with one, “I’m just… so lucky to have you,” he whispered again.

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A Plethora of Dates With Peter Parker...

The Movie Theater 

  • Peter always taking you out to see the newest Sci-Fi films and definitely the newest Star Wars (but it’s his second time seeing it, since he promised Ned he would always see it with him first)
  • “Peter, can I please see Star Wars again in the theaters with you and [Y/N]?
  • “No, Ned! It’s a date… between two people only!”
  • “But it’s my favorite!”
  • “Ned, you say that about every Star Wars movie!”
  • Always finishing the popcorn before or during the previews
  • Peter constantly making sure you are comfortable and have the best seat in the house (this means getting to Star Wars showings at least an hour early)
  • “Are you cold? Do you want my jacket? Can you see the screen okay?”
  • “The man in front of us has a giant hat on, and I can’t see over it!”
  • “Excuse me, sir. Do you mind taking your hat off? My girlfr- NED! What are you doing here?”
  • “Hi, guys! How’s your dateeee?”
  • Finally giving in and letting Ned sit next to you during Star Wars (Peter and Ned regularly looking over at you for your reaction to their favorite scenes)
  • NEVER doing anything naughty in the theaters because you both want to respect the actors, directors, and all the hard work put into the film PLUS you wouldn’t want to miss anything important!
  • However, you often hold Peter’s hand or lay your head on his shoulder (or vice versa)
  • Peter shout-whispering to you when something awesome happens in the film
  • “Aw, man! Did you see that? That was so cool!”
  • Occasionally watching Peter instead of the movie. The look of pure amusement and enlightenment on his face. Adorable.
  • After the movie, you set aside a half an hour (or an hour for Star Wars) to have long discussions about your favorite parts, the science, the filming, the music, or how the film made you question the meaning of life
  • “Babe, that movie was amazing! My mind is officially blown. We should go to my apartment right now and try to creat-”
  • Always Every once in awhile you have to kiss him to prevent him from rambling on about the movie too much

Art Museum

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Please, Stay

Lyric Prompt: (requested by anonymous) “With tears in my eyes I begged you to stay. You said hey man, I love you, but no fucking way.” (The Front Bottoms – Twin Size Mattress)

Imagine: Newt prioritises his creatures over your relationship, time and time again. It gets to the point where, if you are troubled, you feel like you can’t talk to him because he will simply wave you off.

Author’s Note: My heart broke a little bit while writing this, it’s a short one but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all the follows, likes & reblogs. I have so much love for you all in my heart :~) P.S. this is apart of my new lil thing that I’m doing with lyrics, so if you have a song and a theme, send them on in! X

Word Count: 1041

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sunlight

pairing: charlie weasley x jacob’s sibling

words: 845

summary: charlie finds the reader asleep under the sunlight of a summer morning.


When Charlie decided to get out of bed - exactly at 5:58 in the morning, The Burrow was still silent except for the occasional chirping of early birds coming from outside his window. Charlie was never one to wake up so early but since (Y/N) arrived yesterday morning he felt restless, uneasy and anxious.

Bloody hell… Since the very first time Bill mentioned (Y/N) to Charlie, he couldn’t help but fancy her. Charlie was one to love and admire wild creatures and (Y/L/N) was a beautiful, wild and reckless mess.

Charlie ceased his footsteps after glancing towards the small living room couch. His eyes glued at the angelic figure laying underneath soft old blankets his mother had given to her the night before. He simply stood there, watching in complete silence while selfishly keeping this fragile moment inside his memory. Allowing her sweet scent to dance inside his lungs. Allowing her soft breathing to dance inside his mind.

Charlie Weasley took sweet his time observing the mix of small freckles and old scars covering her bare shoulder. He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. Taking in the way her messy hair stood effortlessly against of the throw pillows. Taking in the way she looked innocent and vulnerable under the first sunlight of the day.

She’s always been the definition of beauty in his dictionary but now, standing there, he couldn’t help the electricity going through his veins. He couldn’t help the overwhelming love and admiration consuming every part of his being. Secretly wishing she would see for the past four years.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes always ended up seeking her presence, he couldn’t help becoming speechless at every intense eye contact. No, he couldn’t help the distance in between them growing by the second as he watched his brother Bill always snatching her away for some trouble of their own.

Charlie took a couple steps forward, slowly falling on his knees in front of (Y/N). He could never be mad at Bill, but Merlin, why couldn’t he be the one she meet first? Why again, he took so long to ask Andre to mention him to you?

He’d memorized her face, every single inch of it. He wanted to care for her, he wanted to protect her. He could become more of a morning person if the soft crimson shade of her cheeks was the first thing he would see upon waking up.

(Y/N) inhaled in contentment. Rolling over, placing her arms under the throw pillow and nuzzling against it. Charlie held his breath, a sparkle of jealousy aching inside his heart. He would give everything he could just to be the one to bring her this type of peace.

With passion dripping from his eyes, Charlie reached for her hand - now hanging to the side of the old leather couch. His fingertips brushed against hers in a slow and delicate movement, being as careful as he could not to wake her up.

The agony of seeing everything he had ever wanted and still, being unable to actually touch her was simply suffocating. He sighed, giving into the exhaustion of a heart break.

Charlie trembled when his eyes found hers.

“I-I was- Bill’s not awake yet-So I-” He cleared his throat, chocking on an excuse for the situation he was found.

(Y/N) studied him Charlie with curiosity, eyes occasionally dropping. Stuck in between being awake and asleep. After a long second, the witch inhaled deeply while taking his hand on her own.

“I had a dream about you..”  She whispered with a broken voice. “…Charlie.”

Her fingertips brushed against his chin, forcing the redhead to look at her once more. A wildfire burned behind his eyes after hearing his name. Her mouth curved into a shy smile. As divine as the sunlight shining through the windows. Charlie pressed his lips together, fighting the urgency of kissing her sweet and tempting lips.

“I had a dream that you were mine” She whispered a heartbeat away from his lips. Bringing her fingers through his red messy mane, pulling him forward but allowing the space to linger a little longer. Giving Charlie the opportunity of making a decision.

“I never wanted it to end…” She whispered against his lips. Charlie’s mouth fell open as a response to her honeyed voice. “It was so strange to finally open my eyes and see you right he-”

Charlie couldn’t remember how their lips came together as they did. (Y/N) couldn’t remember who was the one to move first - but he would never be able to forget the warmth of her touch and the taste of her lips.

“If this is a dream…” He whispered, breathless. “Don’t wake me up.”

(Y/N) pulled him closer, allowing herself to get lost in his lips once more. She stood there embracing the Weasley boy and allowing reality to sink in. The reality that in the middle of so much chaos her life was, at least one of her dreams came true.

No Control

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 2020

Characters: Jacob x reader, Sam, Paul, Jared, Billy

Warnings: angst, breakup of relationship

Summary: After Jacob imprints on Renesmee, his long-term girlfriend makes a discovery about herself.

For once, it was a sunny day in Forks. Really sunny, not weak sunlight straggling past clouds. You were supposed to be at home studying, but you couldn’t pass up a day like this. Especially not after your boyfriend turned up at your house at half past ten and told you that he was taking you to the beach.

Jacob ran his fingers through your hair gently as you lay in his lap. With everything that had been going on with the Cullens recently, it felt like the two of you hadn’t been spending enough time together. You didn’t resent him for it. You knew that he wanted you safe more than anything else.

But you had missed him like crazy.

Today, though, Seth and Leah were taking care of watching the Cullens so that he could be with you. Having a day like this one, when you could do nothing but lie on the beach and tease each other and kiss, reminded you exactly why you’d fallen in love with him in the first place. Werewolf or not (and you’d been pretty freaked when you heard about that one), days like this assured you of just how much he loved you.

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