#grumbling wizards dont make promises they said

[flovverworks]

good morning thinking about the start of pt2 and the wizards looking like girlies with the sheer intention to annoy vincent. and akira only having non-comittal answers cuz theyre very aware they cant ensure it'll go great next time. thats not for them to decide. cue next time and its akira and twenty-one kids and akira standing there like ummmmmmmm sorry. like great guys! the one thing yall managed to agree on! (thinks its kind of funny) <-i imagine its similar to 2nd anni in how they end up stressed about the lack of progress in the meetings but arthur reassures them etc

[flower-slut004]

Fallin’ For You

Note: Back again from the dead bitches 😈 Ive been having writers block and I think i’m just gonna clear out my drafts with song imagines so be ready for that lol. Also sorry if it seems rushed, I wanted to get this out as soon as possible.

Summary: Benny realizes he’s falling for his best friend.

Warning: none :))

Note; Blue is lyrics, bold italics is thoughts

You like mis-matched socks with Polka Dots, 

“YN hurry up, the movie is starting” Benny yelled for his best friend as he sat on her couch.

“Yeah yeah, give me a minute...” she grumbled back as she struggled to put on socks. Finally beating the battle with the cloth, she smiled at her work and rushed downstairs.

“Final- what are you wearing?” Benny asked as he looked at her feet. YN glared as she looked down “Well you were rushing me so I grabbed the first pair I saw” she shrugs as she looked back up.

Benny shook his head as YN took a seat next to him “So...what did I miss so far?”

You like your pizza cold, I think that's hot

The young wizard frowns as he stirs in his sleep due to the noise he was hearing from the kitchen.

More clattering coming from that direction woke him up completely and began to walk towards that area.

“Sorry didn’t mean to wake you up, I couldn’t find the pizza...” YN cringes as she views Benny’s glare.

“It’s fine....wait are you having pizza for breakfast?” he rubs his eye as he sits at the table.

“And what about it?” YN sasses in a teasing manner as she took a bite of the cold pizza. Benny watches his best friend in confusion.

“Why didn’t you heat it up?”

“Eh...I really don’t have an answer why I didn’t...” she shrugs as she sits next to him taking another bite.

You like the swim at night when the moon is full, You think that makes you strange. But i think that's cool.

“Did you hear that?” Ethan whispers to Benny as they were walking late at night.

“No? What did you hear?”

“I heard a splash...sounded like it came from behind YN’s house...” He nodded towards their friends home.

“She’s probably swimming....” Benny dismisses it knowing her nightly routine.

“YN swims at night?” Ethan asks with a scrunched up nose.

“Cool right?” Benny smiles as he lifted his eyebrows

You can change your hair. Five times a week

“Another identity crisis?” Erica asked as she nodded towards YN’s new hair, sitting down across from her.

“Hey, if YN wants to change her hair, she can. It has nothing to do with her having an identity crisis....I think it looks great YN” Benny glared at Érica.

“Aww, thanks Bennyboo” YN smiled as she pressed a light kiss on his cheek, which made Benny light up like a tomato.

“Yeah...no problem”

And I'm a lucky guy cause you're all mine

“Did you hear that YN rejected Todd Jackson to the spring formal?” Sarah asked Ethan and Benny.

“Wait...Todd as in ,captain of the soccer team, Jackson?” Benny asks

“Yes... as in Todd Jackson, the hottest guy in school” Sarah rolls her eyes. Ethan looked up from his locker “You think he’s the hottest guy..?” he asks

Benny rolls his eyes at his best friend’s interaction with Sarah and lets them continue in their own conversation.

Benny’s focused soon turned to the hallway and his eyes light up when he found his best friend. Excusing himself from the conversation, he makes his way to her.

“Hey YN...whyd you turn down Todd?” Benny asks as he gripped his backpack.

“That idiot? Benny have you seen his grades? I could have a better conversation with a spider than him....besides I would’ve broken our promise.” she looks at him.

“Our....promise?” Benny asks puzzled.

“The one we made in seventh grade? We promised each other we would go to all the dances together. You’re also the only guy I would ever want to go with”

Benny felt his face heat up at her words. “You wanna go to the spring formal with me...?” he asks not believing what was happening.

YN, on the other hand misunderstood the sentence. “You don’t have to ask dummie, pick me up at six” she lets out a small laugh as she turned around.

“Hey Benny...did you find out why she rejected Todd?” Sarah asks as she comes up from behind him.

“She wants to go with me” Benny breathes out.

You said you're scared. That I won't be there

“I don’t know if I wanna do this anymore...what if I fall ? What if I make a complete fool of myself.” YN began to ramble as she sat with Benny.

“Hey hey....relax you’re going to do great YN...I promise you” Benny rests his hands on her shoulders.

“I’m scared you won’t make it...” YN blurred out the truth. “I really want you to be there....” she whispers.

Benny felt his heart hammering from his chest after hearing her confession “YN I’m not going anywhere“

But I live for the day. When I'm calling you baby

“I like YN...” Benny confessed to Ethan after watching their usual movie marathon.

“Wait really? Since when dude?” Ethan looks over surprised that Benny actually admitted it.

“Dont laugh.... I went over to her house a couple a weeks ago to watch a movie....and she was taking her time...as usual. When she came back down, she was wearing mismatch pokadot socks. I know it sounds stupid but that’s the moment I realized I felt something for her. It’s so random I know but i’m serious. At that moment....I knew I liked YN...” Benny rambles.

“I hope she feels the same way though”

I'm falling for you

“Wow....you look....wow” Benny whispers at YN when he views her at the dance.

“Thanks Benny, come on let’s go take pictures” she giggled as she pulls him.

“Wait wait....YN. I have a confession to make. When you said I’m the only guy you would want to come to dances with....it made me think. You’re the only girl I want to take to dances...and the park....and the movie theaters....and comic-con” Benny rambles.

“Benny....what are you saying?” she tilts her head

“I’m falling for you”

[inkstainedfanfics]

A Case for a Zoologist

Request: Hi! I was just wondering if you could write a Newt Scamander×Reader where the reader is a zoologist and a friend of Jacob. Somehow she meets Newt through Jacob and they bond(him being a magizoologust and she a zoologist) and he shows her the case. Maybe a little confusing. Lots of love💙

Word Count: 1,994

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @polarchestnutthing

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope @whatinbenaddiction @thosefantasticbeast2 @studyforthreehands @benniesgalaxy

WARNING: Very slight Language warning

“I promise I’m not going to bite.”

You huff out a sigh, already annoyed with how your day is going. First, your boss dropped a stack of papers that could potentially be taller than you if someone made a side-by-side comparison, then Jacob had come to drag you away from overtime hours, claiming to have a creature to show you, and now his buddy here is trying to convince you that magic is real and he’s a wizard.

What bullshit.

“I’m not an idiot, you know.” You insist, arms crossed over your chest. Who does this man think he is, trying to convince you to follow him down a suitcase? Sure, you looked and saw a staircase, but it’s most certainly a trick of mirrors and angles and math, not magic.

“I would never have said that. I do hope, though, that it doesn’t seem I’m about to bite. The creatures are more prone to it than I.”

You grit your teeth. Is he honestly going to claim that he’s right, that he’s using magic? “Listen, just admit it’s a prank. If it makes you feel better, you can tell Jacob I fell for it. Is that what you want?”

Newt actually smirks, infuriating you. “I don’t want to tell him anything but that you enjoyed your time. He’s hopeful, you know.”

You sigh. If he’s going to maintain this ruse until you make a fool of yourself, you may as well get it over with. “Fine, I’ll follow you into the suitcase, but you lead the way.” If he wants you to look like a fool, he’s going to first.

He lights up. “Wonderful. Now if you don’t mind, try not to touch anything unless you check with me. Some of the creatures can be a bit skittish around strangers.”

“Whatever.” You grumble, letting him lead you to the suitcase open in the middle of the room. You’d shaken your head and stepped away when he first opened it, certain it was a prank.

Now, though, he puts a foot down and you wait for him to stop, to admit it’s all a joke, but instead he sets his other foot in it and slowly but surely disappears. “It’s quite all right. Nothing will hurt you down here.” Comes a muffled shout.

No. No, this can’t be right. There must be a false bottom, or a trick of mirrors, an illusion. He can’t have disappeared into a suitcase.

You step forward, fear suddenly streaking through the confidence you’d had only a few seconds earlier. Could it be…?

Lifting your foot, you set it down, surprise and more fear coursing through you when your shoe thuds against the wood of a staircase, not the leather bottom of a suitcase. There is no way he’s right.

You take a breath, reminding yourself of the false bottom theory. That’s most likely it, right? Soon enough, you’ll probably reach where the floor actually is, perhaps see a door or something. Still, you doubt yourself as the smell of honeysuckle and dirt floats up the staircase, inviting you in.

A hand appears when you take a fourth step down. Newt.

“Watch your head. I was a tad bit excited when I charmed this all, and I forgot to consider heights.”

You take his hand, ducking as you step onto the landing. A small workspace surrounds you, filled with bubbling liquids and tiny vials of substances you’ve never seen before.

Relief washes over you. “So it is a false floor.”

Newt’s brows furrow at the confidence in your voice. “Sorry?”

“So,” you question, pushing on the walls, scanning the ceiling for the sliding panel that must be there, “how did you make this?”

“Oh, I used a few illusario spells to hide the initial experiment. To create the habitats further out took far more work.”

You glare at him, resisting an eye roll. “I figured it out, Newt. You can stop lying, now.”

He watches you for a moment, silent, before letting out a soft laugh. “You still don’t believe this is real, do you?”

“Sorry I’m not the fool you took me for. Now where’s the panel you move?”

He smiles the slightest to himself. Why is that so infuriating every time? “You haven’t even seen the outside, yet.”

“Newt,” you say, allowing your irritation to creep into your tone, “I’m serious. You can drop the act. I know this isn’t real.”

The words seem to impact him as he grows quieter, drawing in on himself. “Why is that?”

Is he kidding? “Because magic isn’t real.”

A small, mischievous grin creeps onto his face, and you sigh. You’ve known him for half an hour and already you recognize that expression. “How can you be sure?”

“It’s common sense.”

“Of course. Common sense.”

“Listen, this is –“ You lose the end of your sentence when the tube of fluids you’re looking at floats up in front of your face. “What…?”

Newt raises his eyebrows, leaning against a table, hands behind his back. “What?”

“How are you doing this?” You scan above it for string.

“Common sense isn’t helping?”

You feel your cheeks heat up even though his tone isn’t unkind, just amused. Fingers thrumming against the counter, you shake your head, tone sharp. “Just tell me already.”

“I already did. Magic.”

“Honestly.”

“Honestly.” He says, moving his hands from his back, revealing a stick he waves. The vial settles back down into its previous home.

You stare at him, at the stick, at the next three vials that bob up and down with every movement, trying to reconcile what must be happening. You wave your hand over each one, under it, next to the side, but there are no strings, no attachments, nothing moving them other than… magic. “But how.”

He grins, sliding the stick into his pocket and rolling his sleeves up. “The real magic’s behind the door here.” He gestures to a door you had assumed was fake. “Jacob mentioned you like animals?”

“I love them.” You mumble, eyes darting around, trying to figure this out. There’s no chance it’s actually magic, actually nonphysical works moving everything, yet when you step outside, it’s clear something is wrong. Three habitats, all varying in climate, are side by side, inhabited by creatures – things – you’ve never seen before.

He leads you to a grove of trees first, obviously at peace here. His smile’s is huge, shoulders relaxed, and for the first time since you met, he’s not nervously looking around the room, eyes only lingering on you for a few seconds. “The occamy.” He says, reverence clear in his voice. “They hatch from silver eggs, grow or shrink to fit their containers though these,” he pauses to drop some food into their nest, “are babies.” He looks up at you. “They’re nothing to worry about yet.”

“May I?” You question, choosing to focus on the animals in front of you and not on the revelation that is magic. That’s too much too soon. Someday, you’ll try to accept it, but for now, you’ll focus on the beasts, the real reason Jacob sent you here.

“Go ahead. Be careful, though. As I said, some of these buggers are prone to nipping.”

Your eyes drift to the scars on his hand. What kind of beast gave those to him?

The occamy is a beautiful teal with splotches of green. A dulled beak leads to a point, and the tiny thing caws and wraps around your arm when you lift it. You suck in a breath. “He’s beautiful.”

“She, actually.” Newt corrects. “See the marking at the end of the tail? It indicates gender. Males have a green dot while females have a purple one.”

You cock your head, “Is that derived from genetics? Were they crossbred with another creature at some point or is it just natural?”

Newt blinks in surprise but quickly recovers, nodding. “I’m not fully certain yet. I’ve been studying their background, but few people noted much about occamies. They were classified as a pest for quite some time, so their presence only led to extermination, not research.”

“A pest? This girl? Who would consider her a pest?”

Newt rubs the back of his neck. “I suppose if you find a scaled creature filling your whole living room, you may consider them something of a nuisance.”

“Well, I think she’s beautiful.” You murmur, daring a quick kiss against the top of the occamy’s head. It caws in response, seeming happy, if that’s possible.

Newt positively glows. “If you like her, you would probably enjoy the bowtruckle tree.”

“A plant?”

“A home. Bowtruckles live in trees, protect them as best they can. They’re rather adorable. Similar to a muggle’s twig bug, if I recall correctly.”

You snort. “Do you mean a walking stick?”

He waves a hand, treading across the ground to two trees set apart from the rest in the grove. “Such ridiculous terms.”

“Yes, but bowtruckle isn’t ridiculous?”

He shoots you a look, grinning. “Not at all, no.”

“So how large are bowtruckles typically?”

Newt doesn’t even need to consider the answer. “About 15 inches long at full maturity, though Pickett,” he reaches into his pocket, withdrawing another green stick, leaves dangling from its head, “is smaller than that.” The thing squeaks, and Newt somehow seems to understand. “Yes, you are. 18 inches? Rubbish. You’re just being ridiculous, now. You are.”

You peer closer at the tree, eyeing the creatures as they stare right back, completely unafraid. “They aren’t scared of anything?”

“Not these ones, no. They trust they’re safe down here.”

You glance at Newt. “They trust you that much.”

“Yes, well, I am their main caretaker. I rescued them, you know.”

Something inside you stirs, a compassion for this man, for the obvious trouble he’s gone to just to save these creatures. “Are they found in the subtropics? That’s where we usually find walking sticks.”

“No, not primarily.” He continues on, answering every question you have without hesitation, without needing to think. He’s clearly passionate, guiding you from there to a large field, pointing out what seem to be rhinoceroses until you neared them and saw the glowing horns. You adore them, oooing at them until a flock of dodo birds wander past and your zoologist heart kicks into overdrive. You pester Newt for information about them, trying to understand what they are, where they live, where they came from, whether it’s possible that they descended from a muggles species and Newt, bless him, answers you, lighting up, rambling on without pause, and listening to you go off on a tangent about dodo birds and various theories surrounding their extinction.

Disappointment floods you as the artificial sun begins to set, signaling the end of your time with Newt.

He walks you up and out of the case, to the front door.

“Thank you for… everything.” You murmur, suddenly shy.

“Of course.” He hesitates, then drives forward. “If you’d ever like to see any again, I wouldn’t mind giving you another tour. Though I understand if you don’t. They aren’t the most fascinating to some.”

You frown at the flash of pain in his expression. “Maybe tomorrow? I’d love to meet Frank! If you’re not busy, that is.”

Newt’s head jerks up and he smiles, this one different than the rest, not excited or mischievous, but instead calming. “That would be wonderful.”

You nod, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly self-conscious. “Maybe we could have some tea before. You know, so we have time to discuss the ancestry of thunderbirds before I meet one.”

He watches you, quiet, before nodding, cheeks flushing. “That’d be nice.”

“Well, good.” You start to turn, but pause, looking over your shoulder. “It’s a date, then.”

Newt nods. “A date.”

As you practically float down the steps you trudged up only hours earlier, you realize that Jacob may have introduced you to more than just a case full of new creatures.