because he is fantastic in all ways

A Compilation Of Jack Zimmermann Being An Adorable Little Show-Off

Fighting Off Football Players for Eric ‘Heart Eyes’ Bittle

Jack ‘My Dad Jokes Are Hilarious’ Zimmermann

Being a jolly hockey son

“See I can bake too Bittle!”

I’m just going to buy my good buddy Bittle to an oven, my friend Bittle…not even friend…teammate…my teammate Bittle…I’m such a good Captain.

Such a good Captain…No ulterior motives at all…look at the oven I bought for you the team bought for you…Bittle look at it. 

What undying love? He’s so happy…I’m such a good boyfriend Captain.

Being a show offy Liberal Arts dork (Tater is trying his best!)

Jack being a cold-resistant French Canadian son 

Jack being way too pleased that William ‘Hockey Players Don’t Bake’ Poindexter thinks his ass is fantastic 

Carrying his lovely boyfriend  over his shoulder because he’s a muscular, hockey playing, french canadian, liberal arts, Dad-Jokey, son.

All the small things happening when dating Credence Barebone! ❥


·butterfly kisses:
credence is very sensible to touch and gets overwhelmed so easily, so butterfly kisses are the best way to go. he loves it when you give him cute, little pecks on his forehead, cheeks and literally everywhere on his body.

·playing with your hands:
credence is so fascinated by your hands, probably because he doesn’t like his own because they bring back bad memories. he is always fiddling with your fingers and presses your fingertips to his lips whenever he can.

·cold lips:
credence is always cold and so are his lips but you love the cool, tingling sensation you get when kissing him. equally, he loves feeling the radiation from your warm lips.

credence has a lot of scars, his mother didn’t spare his back either. he is very unconfident because of them and you don’t let any chance fly by to straddle the ‘on the stomach-sleeper’ credence and caressing all of the scars on his back.

moments n feelings:

·with credence there is no evening or morning, there’s just floating through time with him. there isn’t a favourite daytime or getting excited for bedtime. there’s just being calm and happy all the time. even when he has panic attacks or nightmares and you have to stay awake the whole night calming him down, you wouldn’t want to change a thing.

·credence is OBVIOUSLY an introvert, so he loves doing ‘introvert-thingies’ like reading and drawing. credence loves it when you read for him but when you get too tired, you change parts and he will read for you!! credence isn’t too fond of words so it’s always a special moment when he reads page after page for you.

·when credence smiles he tends to look down or hide it. you can’t stand that, so you always grab his face and force him to look at you when he is smiling and that makes his grin only wider.

·bubble baths! credence and you love spending time in the tub together! of course things tend to heathen up often but there are equally as many times where you would just look at each other, nap or have foam fights. bonus: credence is addicted to bath bombs and he is the bath bomb commander because you don’t put them in the water carefully enough. he always explains to you, if you do it careless it dissolves way to fast and he loves to watch it melt.
bonus-bonus: your favourite bath bombs are the ones with glitter in them because when credence gets out of the tub he looks like an actual angel that just came from heaven through your bathroom window, with all the glitter on his bare body.

·you two spend hours drawing together. even though, you are kind of jealous because he is way better at it. well, at least his handwriting is horrible. you also use his horrendous handwriting as an excuse to getting all the love notes he writes for you, read to you.

·when you are cleaning, you love to dance to some jazz music and credence always secretly watches you through the door gap. but most of the time you catch him and it pretty much always ends in a private lap dance for the boy.

·you rarely go out in public, you prefer taking walks in forests etc., but when you do nobody would ever be able to guess what you two (especially credence) have gone through, since you two become the giggliest people and do things like starting to slow dance in the line waiting for your movie tickets.

Some of my crewt headcanons (contains some past gredence):

- After speaking into the suitcase Credence hides somewhere behind the bush because he’s scared of the creatures even if they don’t want to hurt him. They show Newt where he hides.
- Credence has injures from taking so much damage and Newt heals him but different way than graves did. He uses herbs and potions and other natural witchy stuff.
- Credence is afraid to leave the suitcase
- Newt builds an ‘environment’ for Credence like he did for all creatures which is a bed with alot of fluffy blankets and pillows. It has curtain so Credence can hide in there when he feels like it. With time Credence gathers more things he likes there like books, candles, etc
- Credence still thinks that Newt keeps him for a reason and expects something in return for shelter.
- He has nothing so he tries to offer himself, after all graves liked that.
- When Credence begins to unbutton his shirt Newt freaks out a little and buttons it back, then spends the rest of the evening on assuring Credence that he doesn’t owe him anything.
- After Credence heals he starts helping Newt with the creatures because he doesn’t want to just sit and do nothing. It makes him feel better and distracts him from worrying
- They pretty much get familiar with each other and living together becomes natural to them.

Ok, but do you realize what this means? John said “even you” because he views Sherlock as a person who isn’t human. Not in a bad way, remember all of the times john has said stuff like “amazing” and “fantastic” after Sherlock deductions? He views Sherlock as an incredible person, both in Sherlocks heart and in his head. So when Sherlock said back “ no John, even you”, he didn’t only view John in the same way, but he also saw john above himself. They both see each other as amazing, intelligent, people who they admire above all others. And if that’s not love I don’t know what is.

Imagine Newt Scamander running after you, because you left your jacket behind. And him being such a cinnamon roll that he is, Newt ran all the way across town to find you and give it back to you.

The out of breath Newt helps you put on the jacket and stutters, “M-maybe since we’re out… Y-you might… Suppose you might like to eat out with me, if you’d like?”

And you say yes and say, “Thanks for brining me my jacket. You didn’t have to!”

And Newt just smiles and looks admiringly down at you, and whispers more to himself, “Anything for you.”


@sakuraaeris1497 requested:  #97 with a chubby! insecure! female reader x Newt please. Thanks. 😉😊🙂😘😍

@fangirlwithasweettooth requested:  Hi! Could I request a Newt x reader w/ prompt 97? Maybe reader’s very insecure about the way she looks? You totally don’t have to do this. Thank you! I love your blog!! <3

@bananakid42 requested:  Hello! i really like your writing and i was wondering if you could write an angst/fluff fix w/ newt. because you know he’s adorable and i can’t get enough of him…

Thank you for all the positive feedback and all the requests! I think I currently have 13 that need to be written. Also thank you for bearing with me as I am positively drowning in schoolwork and my stress levels are not healthy. This story hits a little close to home but I tried to write it the best I could. Pretty easy to relate to. That might be why it is so long. If anyone out there is going through something similar to this, it will be okay. You will get through it. I believe in you and I know you are capable. 

Warnings: eating disorder, starving (intentional), self deprication

Growing up in England, Newt had never experienced Thanksgiving before. You were astounded at this realization and immediately decided that he would go with you to spend Thanksgiving with your family. He’d tried to change your mind at first, saying he wasn’t part of your family and didn’t want to be an intrusion. You had shrugged his excuses off, even calling your mother in front of him to ask so you could prove that they wouldn’t mind.

“They’ve been hoping I’d bring home a man for years,” you laughed after the phone call with your mother ended in her cheering and telling you how proud she was. Newt blushed at this comment and you suddenly realized what you had implied. “Not that you’re a ‘man’. I mean, you are a man but not… not like that,” you finished off lamely.

“Of course,” he agreed. “But if you really want me to go, I will.”

“Seriously?” you looked up in excitement. “You weren’t going to visit your family or anything, were you?”

“No occasion to,” he shrugged. “We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, remember?”

“I know, but you’d have free time if you wanted to see them.”

“I thought you wanted me to go to Thanksgiving with you?” He raised an eyebrow. “Now you’re trying to send me away?”

“No!” You grabbed his arm. “I want you to go!”

“Okay,” he laughed, shaking his head. “If you promise I won’t be in the way.”

“You won’t,” you clapped excitedly. “You won’t be in the way at all.

Thanksgiving approached quickly and before the two of you knew it, it was the day before Thanksgiving. You had warned Newt that your family were muggles and only your parents and brother knew of your magic. The rest of your family thought you had some important top-secret job in the US government. Your grandmother lived in Connecticut which was only a short two hour drive from New York City and you had volunteered to drive you and Newt there.

“It’ll be too suspicious if we apparate and have no explanation for how we got there,” you explained when he asked why you had to drive.

Your luggage was loaded in the car the morning before Thanksgiving and the two of you began your trip. You had no regrets inviting Newt to go with you. The drive was hilarious. You showed him some of the popular muggle songs on the radio and laughed at the faces he pulled at the lyrics. You explained to him about all of the delicious food that would be there and helped him compile a list of your favorite family recipes he had to try.

Newt grinned as he heard you rave on about your aunt’s mashed potatoes. You looked adorable in your baggy sweater as your eyes sparkled. When you caught him staring and asked what was wrong, he quickly looked away, blushing and murmured, “nothing”

The two of you pulled up in front of the house at 11:30 and you heard yells inside as your family members spotted your car. The door was flung open and people came pouring out of the house and swarmed you both.

Two young children, one boy and one girl, ran up to you and clung to your legs. You smiled down at them, ruffling the girl’s hair. “Newt, meet Ellie and Archie.” You introduced the two little ones and they looked up at Newt with wide eyes.

“Simon!” your mother called into the house as they enfolded you in a hug. A boy a few years younger than you appeared in the doorway with a grin on his face. “Can you get their luggage?”

“Sure ma,” he strode down the drive and reached into the back to pull out the cases. “Hey sis.”

“Hello Simon,” you smiled back at your brother. “Been a while.”

“I’ll get that,” Newt jumped in, taking the case with his creatures from your brother.

“This is Newt,” you explained. “He’s going to spend Thanksgiving with us.” Simon shot you a cheeky wink and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Come in! Come in!” You and Newt were ushered into the house by the horde of people and sat on the couches in the living room.

“How’s your job going?” your aunt asked, picking Ellie up and putting her in her lap.

“Things are going really well,” you smiled sincerely. “I might be getting a promotion soon.”

“And, I’m guessing you can’t tell us much about that role either?”

“Unfortunately not,” you pretended. “This is basically all I can say about it.” There was a moment of silence as this news was taken in, and then:

“How long have you two been dating?” This question came from another aunt. She eyed the two of you suspiciously.

“Oh no-”

“We aren’t-”

You and Newt both scrambled to set things straight. Your face was red and you refused to turn your gaze to him.

“We aren’t a couple,” you got out finally. “We’re just friends.” There was an almost undetectable sigh in the room at this piece of information.

“Well, I don’t blame him,” your grandmother piped up and the rest of your family turned to look at her in shock. “I wouldn’t want to be dating you either. Have you thought of losing weight?”

“Mother, what a horrible thing to say!” your mother scolded, eyes flashing. You wilted back in your chair slightly. It was true that you weren’t exactly thin. It was something that bothered you frequently but you had managed to hide it from Newt for months and you didn’t want your family to bring all the attention to your weight. Newt shifted closer to you ever so slightly and his hand found yours, squeezing reassuringly.

“I didn’t realize you two weren’t together so I had you sharing a room…” your mother looked questioningly at both of you, trying to change the subject.

“I don’t mind sharing,” Newt gave in. “But I can get a hotel if that would be more comfortable for everyone.”

“No!” your aunt insisted. “You will stay here with us and we will give you a proper first Thanksgiving experience.”

“Sharing is fine,” you agreed. “Let Newt and me just bring our stuff upstairs. Then we can come down and figure out what to do next.”

You led Newt up the stairs, cases in hand, to the bedroom you two would be sharing. There was a queen bed one side of the room and a small adjoining bathroom for just the two of you to share. You dropped your bags on the floor by the door and moved to sit on the bed. Newt put his things down too-albeit a little more carefully- and took his seat next to you.

“I’m sorry about my family,” you whispered. “They are a lot to handle sometimes.”

“Try a magical one!” Newt chuckled trying to ease the tension in the air. You tried to laugh but the sound got stuck in your throat. All you could think about was what your grandmother had said. She was right. You were overweight. You sucked your gut in, hoping Newt wouldn’t notice from where he sat next to you. “About what your grandmother said-” Newt started but you cut him off.

“We’d better head back downstairs, shouldn’t we? They’ll be waiting for us!” You jumped off the bed, seizing your opportunity to get out of the discussion. You heard Newt sigh from behind you but he followed you back downstairs.

Your weight wasn’t mentioned for the rest of the day but it was always on your mind. You skipped out on lunch, telling everyone you were still full from breakfast and that you wanted to save your appetite for Thanksgiving the next day. Your family accepted this but you saw Newt glance at you when you said this.

You pretended to fall asleep right away that night to avoid Newt and, by the time he had come back in from brushing his teeth, you were “asleep”. He stayed awake for longer than you did, thinking about your behavior. He didn’t understand how someone could find anything wrong with you. You were perfect and if they couldn’t see it, they were stupid. He decided not to share that comment with you thought. Finally, he fell asleep to the sound of your breathing and the rustling of the leaves outside the window.

You got up early on Thanksgiving to help prepare the food. Your stomach rumbled as you saw all the food for you had merely picked at your food the day before. You set to work making the sweet potato casserole as other family members took on other dishes.

Newt stumbled into the room at 10:00, hair sticking up and rubbing his eyes. Your relatives laughed good naturedly, welcoming the arrival of their guest. He offered to help cook but all his requests were shot down and he was made a cup of coffee and took a spot on the couch with your grandmother and great aunt.

The meal was ready a little past midday and a few more relatives arrived during that time. Hugs and introductions were exchanged as they met Newt. When everyone had arrived, you all sat down for the feast. The long dining room table was laden with dishes and you were all crammed around it. You and Newt sat next to each other at one end of the table.

“So, which dishes did you say I should try?” Newt prompted, looking around at all the options.

“All of them!” you laughed. “They’re all amazing! But potatoes, turkey and parsnips are always a good idea.” You winked at him and he grinned, loading up his plate. “What about you? Aren’t you getting anything?”

“Oh… yeah,” you quickly covered up, reaching to take a small serving of carrots and green beans.

“That’s it?” Newt looked unamused as he saw the bareness of your plate.

“I’m not really hungry,” you defended.

“Can I talk to you in private for a minute?” he asked sharply and you knew he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. “We’ll be right back,” he explained apologetically and practically dragged you out into the hallway.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as if you didn’t know where this conversation was going.

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” he shook his head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied innocently.

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving,” he said bluntly.

“I’m not-”

“Stop Y/N. Just stop.” He sighed, running his hands through his hair.

“It has nothing to do with you!” You tried to be mad at him. It was really much easier to be mad at him for interfering than it was to feel the way you did.

“I just…” Newt struggled to find the words. “I can’t stand to see you doing that to yourself. You’re already perfect.” You gulped at his words, turning away with a blush.


“Yes, perfect,” he confirmed. “You don’t need to change at all and anyone that thinks so is daft.”

“Did you just call my grandmother ‘daft’?” You looked up at him.

“Sorry about that,” he winced. “But I still think you’re perfect.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He held you tightly and you felt tears sliding down your cheeks. “Thank you so much.”

“I love you.” Newt’s words were met with a pause and then:

“I love you too.”

I’ve been avoiding tumblr because of the election but oh my gosh i just watched Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

-Newt Scamander is  precious and pure he must be protected at all costs.

-Also he’s totally bisexual, And I’m not usually one for theories but that one line about strudel or pie where he respond that he’s frond of both is totally meant to be taken that way. 


-Newt’s awkwardness was too adorable and i totally related to his better with animals than people quality.

-Jacob and Queenie, I love how Queenie’s ability to see right through a person has her totally ignoring their outer appearances.

-The aura of fear and terror from the Grindelwald era was so well portrayed it was there but subtle but still enough to really impact the story

-the american magical leader was a woman of color (!!!) and i try not to objectify other women but hot DAMN

-All the other female aurors and ministry workers doing their jobs awesomely and no one made a big fuss about it

-The erumpet mating dance. I died.  And usually those kinds of scenes make me anxious from secondhand embarrassment but the way Newt unabashedly did it because he had to make sure his creature was safe made it alright for me.

-I nearly cried when he was begging the MACUSA not to hurt the creatures and insisting they weren’t dangerous


-Jacob. All he wanted was to open a bakery but he helped them anyways omg i hope you and queenie live happily ever after.

Anyway, it was amazing. I did not like the harry potter movies and i was skeptical about this but it was great. In fact, one could even say it was (wiggles eyebrows) fantastic. And i know there are going to be five movie but i don’t know whether they are doing sequels to FBAWTFT or making movies of other textbooks. Because if its the latter, i have two words for you: Gilderoy Lockhart.

Okay, but guys I can’t express to you all enough how excited I am to finally see Donato in action - at his creepiest in the series. And Ishida’s characterization of Donato in this scene so far has been fantastic, because he manages to make Donato frighten us even after all the recent bloodshed in the series while still reminding the reader of his more sensitive/personal side.

Just in that phrase “Taste how it feels. How I feel.” In that short quip, Donato manages to fit in a megalomaniac comparison of himself to God and his personal, vulnerable emotions about Amon. 

Because the metaphor of Urie, crucified, watching from above certainly implies a God-like presence. (Without the power to intervene, it sounds more deist than Catholic, tbh. but I’ll let Donato pass on this one.) And in a way, he himself has watched over others in his priestly role. By running the orphanage, he always had that burden of caring for children in the name of God. However, the scene also indirectly references Donato’s seeming omniscience when it comes to the ghoul world, as Donato knew a notable amount of information about the events outside Cochlea despite having been imprisoned for years. Hinami’s intelligence became obsolete by the time of the second Cochlea raid. Donato’s, though, was still relied upon despite remaining in Cochlea for maybe a decade or longer. So, Donato himself has embodied throughout the series the Godly traits his metaphor in this scene emphasizes.

However, at the same time, that knowledge he accumulated couldn’t do anything to save Amon. He had to sit there and hear about his son’s capture, ghoulification, and possible death without the ability to protect or shelter him. It most likely felt like the equivalent to what he’s doing to Urie now: torturing the entrapped person’s loved one - one he’s been entrusted to take care of, as Uncle Higemaru’s monologue just highlighted - right in front of his eyes while he’s immobilized. And while Donato’s thirst for revenge is pretty prominent here, you can see that frustration with his own limitations, too. 

And that’s why I love those two sentences. Because they seem to present the reader with two seemingly contradictory meanings. It confuses you on whether to think of Donato as an omnipotent God or as a fallible mortal. And I think that’s what makes him one of the most terrifying types of villains.

@feynites #they’re one of the most notorious couples in the territory exactly because of shit like this #the spymaster won’t let most people get within five feet of them if they don’t want them there #but they’ll drape themselves all over thenerassan like a happy cat 

a shy kiss for notorious idiots who’ve seen and done pretty much everything <3

You Jealous? - Newt x reader Oneshot

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Warning: None, a little fluffy
Pairing: Newt x reader, slightly Mr. Graves x reader
Summary: Mr. Graves flirts with reader and Newt gets jealous and accidently confesses that he loves reader.


A/N: My first Fantastic beasts one shot, I hope you’ll enjoy it. :D This one was so much fun writing.

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I never understand people saying it’s such a drag making conversation with kids. I know that it’s hard talking with people you don’t share many interests with, but after five minutes with Karen’s New Juice Diet or Ben’s Belief That All Women Need To Be Rescued, an eight year old telling you which Harry Potter book he likes the best is honestly a godsend.

Newt Scamander Imagine - Keep you Safe

Request – (reeenthusiastgiver) Newt Scamander imagine where him and the reader are together but he has to leave to protect her - either from Grindlewald or MACUSA stuff - and he bumps into her again after 3 years. He still loves her but the reader is secretive and he ends up going to her house to see her. He finds out she has a baby and he instantly knows it’s his child. He ends up staying outside her door because he can’t lost her again. Maybe smut?

Warnings – none

Spoilers – yes, for fantastic beasts.

(I didn’t include smut in this part because I wasn’t really feeling it, but if you want it just let me know)

You switched off all the lights in the bookshop and made your way to the door, locking it behind you. You had worked there for about a year and a half, until the elderly witch who had owned it before you had died. She’d left the shop in your name, and now it was yours. You ran it almost independently, with some occasional help from a fellow witch and friend who owned the flower shop next door.

You sighed as you looked around you to make sure there were no muggles nearby, before closing your eyes and apparating to your house. Unbeknownst to you, someone had been watching you, and now stood staring at the place you had been standing only moments before. He let out a shaky breath, tears building up in his eyes as he apparated away.

You walked up the path to your front door, pulling out your wand to unlock it and stepping inside. You let out a deep breath, smiling as you heard footsteps heading in your direction.

“Mama!” A voice shouted from behind you, and you turned around to see your daughter, an excited grin on her face as she stamped her feet in excitement.

“Rosie!” You said, a grin on your face as you bent down, and she ran into your arms. You lifted her up and walked towards the living room. “Hi Mum.” You greeted your mum who was sat on an armchair, a book in her hands. She looked up and smiled at you.

“Hello sweetie, how was work?” She asked, beginning to collect her things together.

“It was good, quite busy.” You replied, placing Rose down on the floor as you walked over to your mother. “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?” You asked, and she smiled, nodding.

“All the time.” She responded, placing her hands on your shoulders. “But you don’t have to thank me. I love spending time with my granddaughter, and seeing as you were abandoned-” You cut her off, frowning.

“Mum.” You frowned, and she sighed, turning away.

“I know, I know.” She responded, picking up her coat and putting it on. “Rosie, come and give nana a kiss.” She said, and Rose walked over to here, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Goodnight Y/n.” She added, wrapping you in a hug. She pulled away, and in a second she disappeared as she apparated away.

The rest of the night was spent making food and putting your daughter to bed, and as soon as your head hit the pillow you drifted off into sleep.

The next day you left Rose with your mother again, and apparated inside the bookshop. You unlocked the door from the inside, and set up the shop for the day, sitting behind the counter. A few minutes later you heard the ding of the door opening, and looked up to see a face you hadn’t been expecting in a million years.

“Newt.” You said, your voice coming out in barely a whisper. You stood up, and he stared at the floor, twiddling his hands. “What are you doing here?”

“Y/n. you have no idea how much I have missed you.” He said, suddenly getting a burst of confidence as he strode over to you. He stopped just in front of you, but you took a step back, knocking over the chair behind you.

“How dare you?” You whispered. “How DARE YOU?!” You repeating, shouting at Newt. He cringed away from you, and you crossed your arms.

“Y/n, I understand why you’re angry…” He began, but you cut him off.

“Newt Scamander, you have no idea why I am angry. You have no idea what you put me through, what I have been through.” You said, tears falling slowly from your eyes, but you wiped them away, placing your hands on your hips.

“What do you mean?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “I know that I left you, and that was so so wrong of me…”

“You didn’t just leave me.” You said cryptically.

“Wha-” He began, but you cut him off.

“I’m not ready for this.” You said, grabbing your coat and bag and storming past him out of the shop into the flower shop next door. He followed you outside, and watched as you left the flower shop with your friend, who gave you a hug before stepping into the book shop.

As it was daytime and busy with muggles you couldn’t risk apparating, so you walked home, mulling over what had just happened, and what had happened three years ago.

*** Flashback ***

“Newt, I don’t understand.” You said, a frown on your face as he avoided your gaze.

“It’s too dangerous for you. Grindlewald has caught wind that I’ve been aiding MACUSA, and I’ve been told that one of his men gave up information that involved a potential pointed attack on me, through those I love. I can’t risk losing you.”

“So you’re giving me up? You’re leaving me?” You questioned, beginning to get angry.

“Y/n, you don’t understand-” Newt began, but you cut him off.

“I understand perfectly well.” You said, your voice venom. “You doubt my abilities to protect myself, because you don’t want to lose me. Your entirely misguided solution is to leave me, and give up what we have, thereby losing me.” Newt’s face fell. He opened his mouth to speak but you held up a hand to silence him. “Just go.” You said, not trusting yourself to say anything else in case you voice gave away your true emotions. You turned away from him, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

Newt looked at you one last time, trying to memorise you face, before apparating away. You let the tears fall as you placed a hand on your slightly swollen belly. You couldn’t stop the sobs that racked your body as you crumbled to the ground, placing your head in your hands.

*** End of flashback ***

“You’re home early.” Your mother said, but you merely shook your head to say ‘don’t ask’. She gave you a small smile before leaving quietly.

“Mumma!!” Rose said, running up to you. She climbed up onto the sofa beside you and rested her head on your arm, cuddling you. You stayed like this for a while, when a knock at the door interrupted your peace.

You stood up to answer the door, letting out a gasp when you saw who was on the other side.

“Newt? Did you follow me?” You asked, and he blushed slightly, looking down. You placed your hands on your hips. “What do you want?” You ask, your voice softer than it had been in the shop.

“Earlier didn’t go exactly as I had planned. I wanted the opportunity to start again, to explain myself.” He said quietly, and you smiled involuntarily at his obvious nerves.

“Fine, but not here.” You said, and he looked up at you with a slight frown.

“Why-” He was interrupted by Rose running up beside you and tugging on your hand.

“Mumma, come and read with me.” She said, but you could only stare at Newt with wide eyes, as he looked at the toddler with a similar expression.

“Rose, honey, go back inside and mummy will be with you in a minute.” You said, watching Newt to try and gage his reaction. You heard her footsteps retreat, and Newt finally looked up at you.

“Is… is she-” He stopped before he could finish his sentence, but you understood what he was asking and nodded in response.

“I think we both have a lot to talk about.” You said, and he nodded, his eyes still wide.

(I think I will continue this, but feedback would be appreciated!!)

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- K

i just realized that the reason newt looks at tina like that in the deleted scene isn’t just because she’s all adorable and goofy and whatever but bc of the conversation he just had with queenie like…… that’s the moment for him. they’ve just been talking about how newt needs a giver and he’s staring at her that way because that’s when he realizes that tina is the one

Newt x Reader

Originally posted by lordgolemord

Anonymous requested: Reader who fidgets with their hands and sometimes picks at their arms?

-when you are stressed out or concerned your fidgeting gets worse and sometimes you cannot do everyday tasks because your hands are shaking so bad.

-when Newt is out hunting creatures your fidgeting gets a lot worse because you are fearing for his safety.

-when he gets back home you always have red marks all the way up your arm from picking at old scabs or skin.

-he always kisses the marks on your skin calling them beautiful 

-you always get anxious about Newt seeing your arms after a particualarly bad day

-instead of forcing you to show him your marks he takes your hands and pulls you into his arms whispering that youll be ok

-being scared of going out in public with Newt because what happens if someone notices your fidgeting and thinks your weird.

-when you truly dont want to leave the house Newt makes you buttered popcorn and brings you to the couch to cuddle and tell you stories and fun facts about his creatures.

-you know most of these stories already but you amuse him and always listen intently.

-because no matter how many times you hear his stories Newt Scamander will always fascinate you

Imagine being a soft spot of Percival Graves.

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Word count: 488


Gif belongs to @eduardica2

  • The two of you have known each other for far too long for you to feel obligated to act all-official. Graves, on the other hand, would often reprimand you because of it. He was a personification of good manners and appropriate behaviour all the time and that sometimes caused you to play on his nerves. He practically asked for it, right?
  • He absolutely hated the way you would call him Percy, especially if it happened in the presence of your co-workers.
  • He would act like he didn’t hear that but it only made you call him louder and exactly in the same way.
  • “Percy, hand me the next files of this case.”
    “My name is Percival.”
    “Yeah. That’s why I call you Percy. If your name was Harry, I wouldn’t do this probably, though.”
  • Graves often gave you the silent treatment, but it didn’t seem to work with you. You were more than fine with keeping a one-sided conversation during your work together. And you worked quite a lot with him, because you had similar qualifications. Once, he even thought about pulling some strings with your supervisors, hoping for them to send you somewhere else, but he finally dropped that thought. It didn’t seem right and was against all his beliefs, even though sitting in one room with you was pure horror most of the time.

  • You were the only one to know about his birthday, because Graves kept almost all the information about himself locked up.
  • Well, at least until you arrived at the department with a very colourful cake, coming straight to his desk. Graves met your bright smile with an utmost deathly glare, not amused at all.
  • “You are walking on a very thin line.”
    “With you, Percy, I am always walking on the rainbow line of pure bliss. I hope you won’t ever change, old man.”
    “I’ll probably start balding…” you hear him mutter under his breath.
  • The quick hug you gave him felt like hugging a statue, but the flustered look on his face you had seen with the corner of your eye was totally worth it.

  • You liked this guy.
  • Sure, he was gloomy and stand-offish almost all the time, but it wasn’t that easy to erase years of familiarity and, maybe, even friendship?
  • He has never stood you up and often offers advise whenever you needed him. Sure, he acted like he didn’t care about your problems at all and was as sarcastic as always, but he never told you to bother someone else, at least not honestly.
  • Graves would never admit it openly, but he also considered you, well… not an enemy? Maybe not quite a friend, but probably one of the closest people he had. On his good days, he would  not silence you every few minutes, letting you babble happily.

I’m still working on some reactions, but I was sort of inspired to write this reaction because it’s my birthday today. I thought this would be appropriate so yeah. ^^


  • this dude goes all out for your birthday
  • probably the one to make your birthday a HUGE deal
  • makes you breakfast in the morning
    • comes with a little song and some confetti that he throws before he puts down your food
    • he made that mistake on your first birthday
  • will throw you a party
  • and in no way makes it small
  • throws a fucking ball in your honor damn
  • because that’s what it feels like
  • his presents aren’t fantastic but he puts a lot of heart into your party so you don’t really care what he gives you
    • it’s most likely something you said you needed like some socks or spatula or something
  • as the party is going on you’re just wondering hot damn why didn’t he take Rika’s job???
    • oh right he was in the lazy stage
  • gets you your favorite cake
    • and if you’re not a cake fan, he gets you whatever dessert you like
  • lw wants you to praise him how good he did
  • “Your Yoosung did a great job, hmm???”
  • Yoosung did a very great job”
  • V●ᴥ●V !!!


  • typically never liked celebrating her birthday but she likes celebrating others’
  • she’s rather simplistic when it comes to celebrations
  • when you’re birthday comes around, she always likes to do something special for you
  • if your birthday landed on a weekday she gets you a small dessert since she’s just so busy
  • but later she takes you out to dinner to a nice restaurant 
  • if it’s a weekend, she puts more effort into the celebration
  • has someone distract you for the day while she spends that time baking you a cake or your favorite dessert from scratch
  • later you come home to the tasty treat and your eyes just turn to hearts
  • (*♡∀♡) it’s so good and it’s made from scratch!!!
    • from those beautiful hands!
  • efficient, amazing Baehee never forgets to get you a gift too
  • will get you something she thinks you’ll like
  • sometimes it’s a hit or miss, but whatever this gelato gets you is amazing
  • on your more lazier birthdays, you two just sink into a couch with some popcorn to binge watch some Zen musicals


  • showers with your favorite flowers, and greets you with a kiss on the nose in the morning
  • also a large stuffie of your favorite animal
  • makes you feel special because now he’s got someone to spoil
  • he’s REALLY into surprise parties
  • pretty good with spacing them out so you don’t expect to have one
  • finds it difficult to balance planning a party with his work
    • ends up planning the party while working
    • eventually, asks for Jaehee’s help
    • of course she’s willing to help because it’s Baehee
  • doesn’t make it super extravagant but it’s a comfortable atmosphere
    • invites the RFA and a few of your friends
    • figured your family had a separate party for you
  • you kind of hate how good he is in redirecting your thoughts so you don’t suspect he has a surprise party in mind for you
    • he’s too good of an actor
  • tends to forget to get you a gift and feels real bad about it but just gives you a few winks to offer another gift for you
  • but he already got you some stuff earlier and he threw a party for you so he has a pass
  • of course he’s the entertainment at the party
    • sings original songs about you
    • how embarrassing


  • never was really one for any sort of celebrations
  • when it comes to his birthday, he likes it small with people that he cares about
    • RFA gives him their wishes but nothing else really
  • likes to keep things private and small
  • when it comes to your birthday, he always wants to know what you want to do
  • because it’s your day and he will not accept not doing anything
  • sometimes takes you on a spontaneous trip to a farm or some other country
  • other times you take a simple walk, have lunch, maybe do some shopping then go out and have dinner
  • surprises you with your gift because it’s super good???
  • it’s months in advance he asks you questions of things your interested in, or what your favorites are, or if there’s anything you want
  • and he gets it for you!!!
  • if the RFA throws you a party, he’s more than happy to go if it’s a day to celebrate his angel ^^


  • sends you obnoxious birthday messages
  • properly decorating with confetti and cake emojis that depict a story entailing what you will be doing that day
  • to this day you can never break his code
  • REALLY into birthday punches, but he exchanges punches for tickles
  • likes parties but won’t go all out
  • he might invite the RFA to a restaurant with you two because you’re all practically family
  • he’s one of THOSE people that your present is having him
    • “I give you air from my lungs.”
  • but there have been times when he actually does get you a gift
  • basically roots through your wishlist on shopping sites and picks something 
  • one time he MADE you a mechanical bear you could ride
  • you ride it down the road as he drives in one of his cars beside you going like 5 mph


  • sort of like Jumin where he likes to celebrate occasions with people he’s close with, really private affairs
  • prefers to spend time alone with you rather than mingle at a party
  • poor sweetheart feels so bad he can’t do more for your birthday
    • sort of an ordeal to buy you flowers or anything else to make it extra special
  • so he plans a day for just to two of you
  • lets you pick where you want to eat and of course he pays ^^
  • it’s a nice chill day!
  • a few times, he celebrates with your family
  • oddly enough he feels comfortable celebrating with them since the burden isn’t all on this cinnamon roll
  • gets you the most simplistic yet awesome gift 
    • something like a plush scarf, some new shoes, or a comfy blanket
    • had that donut help him pick out a gift
  • gives the warmest, biggest, birthday hug you’ll ever have


  • one year you’ll be in for it
  • celebrating any occasion is new to him and he’s trying to get used to it
  • it was awkward for him at first but when your birthday would come around, he would try hard
  • swaddles you so you’re nice and comfy when you sleep in
  • if you have any prior engagements with someone else, he’ll give you puppy dog eyes and lets you go
  • if you don’t most of the day is spent relaxing at home
  • when dinner comes around the two of you go out
  • let’s you pick the restaurant since it’s your day
  • goes out for ice cream after because that is a MUST with you two
  • funny story about gifts
  • as he was acclimating to societal norms such as celebrating birthdays, he learned about gift giving
  • shit he can’t afford to get anyone nice
  • so he gifts people with packs of gum
  • at least it was something
  • honestly you’re excited to get gum because gum is awesome
  • loves it when he sees your face light up when he slides you that new pack of gum

How many creatures escaped from the case? What was the first creature Tina and Newt saw on their way to get back the case? A billywig. But where are the billywigs? Because Newt never got them back. There are still billywigs in New York. What if this ties into Jacob forgetting? What if he sees one of the loose billywigs and all the memories come flooding back (because we all know they’re hiding in his subconcious SOMEWHERE). IS ANYONE WITH ME ON THIS?????

no but can we talk of all these longing looks Tina gives to Grindelwald!Graves and the dude literally just rolls with it????? and like how he plays his role so well he actually goes out of his way to show some consideration to Tina and I mean look at his wretched face when he sentences Tina like why does Grindy show all this concern to Tina if not because the real Graves did?????

Graves x Newt

-Newt being so caught up in studying and exploring he forgets to even eat so graves brings him dinner a lot

-Graves being a big cuddled and just lover of human contact in General

-Newt crinkling his nose at the way he calls him Scamander, because it makes him feel so official and he hates it

-Graves nearly melting whenever Newt calls him Percival during sex or when he’s just being cute

-both of them not feeling pressured or nervous around the other because they clash in all the righr ways

-neither feeling the need to say “I love you” because it shows in the way they treat each other. In their smiles and in their eyes.

Newt's House

To all you people saying Newt isn’t really a Hufflepuff, consider this.

When he was wrongly arrested by Madame President, he didn’t try to fight his way out or pick the lock. He didn’t try to talk his way out of the situation.

Instead, he was shouting, “Don’t hurt my creatures! Nothing in that case is dangerous!” the entire time. Newt is a true Hufflepuff because he thought about his creatures first.