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It’s probably quite obvious to all of you that this blog has descended into inactivity. The truth is I’m terrible at managing multiple blogs, so as muse fluctuates and time becomes limited during my graduating semester, I’ve decided to move Newt to my multimuse blog to make things much easier on me. I understand some people are impartial to multimuse blogs, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . So, if any of you would like, you can plot with Newt over there anytime, as well as any of my other characters!

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wellwiisher has moved.

It’s probably quite obvious to all of you that this blog has descended into inactivity. The truth is I’m terrible at managing multiple blogs, so as muse fluctuates and time becomes limited during my graduating semester, I’ve decided to move Newt to my multimuse blog to make things much easier on me. I understand some people are impartial to multimuse blogs, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . So, if any of you would like, you can plot with Newt over there anytime, as well as any of my other characters!

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wellwiisher has moved.

It’s probably quite obvious to all of you that this blog has descended into inactivity. The truth is I’m terrible at managing multiple blogs, so as muse fluctuates and time becomes limited during my graduating semester, I’ve decided to move Newt to my multimuse blog to make things much easier on me. I understand some people are impartial to multimuse blogs, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . So, if any of you would like, you can plot with Newt over there anytime, as well as any of my other characters!

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          The look in Newt’s eyes should have been the first warning sign, but Negan chose to play the oblivious card despite the sinking suspicions threatening to punch him right in the goddamn face. BUT… The smile alone was hard to resist. “Incredibly good sport.” Negan chuckled is disbelief, rolling his eyes at himself this time. “That or fucking CRAZY. But let’s go with what you said.” His words are all but teasing as  Newt turns and he’s left to fork over his credit card. This bit has never bothered him, most people usually LIVE to see him drop his money without a second thought. Many women have hung off of him, eagerly egging him on to spend more but — Newt legitimately seems to hate this part, and why Negan isn’t sure. But it doesn’t bother him in the least.

          “Alright, no leashes, no boxes.” Though Negan KNEW what was coming next, and sure as shit, the moment he turned his head he was greeted with the sight of Newt trying his DAMNEDEST to put all of the (now yipping) puppies in his arms to carry them away from their glass hell. LEGITIMATE laughter fills the silence and general astonishment as the clerk pushes papers for Negan to sign and accepts his charge, muttering the total and giving him the new dog spiel, but he’s ignoring it, too busy laughing at NEWT fucking mothering the dogs. It’s goddamn adorable and how he’s into this kid, he doesn’t know but here they are.

          One thing he’s absolutely certain of is the fact the ginger before him doesn’t have a SINGLE bad goddamn bone in his body. He’d been so AMUSED (an adoring and sardonic gaze fixated on the other) by the sight before him, he HADN’T fucking seen this coming. The guilt, even if unintentional. The fucking puppy dog look times five — “OH YOU’VE GOTTA BE JOKIN’ ME.” Newt wasn’t not even a little bit. Negan’s tongue pressed between his lips for a moment as his thoughts consume him, immediately trying to figure out what exactly the four monsters in front of him could destroy. “You’re not jokin’ me.” Negan confirms, turning back to the cashier as if she’s going to help him, but he’s greeted by reality. Muttering his thanks, grabbing their files and the papers he just signed, and the receipt, he leaves the woman and joins Newt as the puppies happily lick at his the other man, yipping and squirming all at once.  “Y’know those REAL expensive hardwood floors I’ve got? And all my fancy as shit rugs? I do NOT want my home to turn into Pee Pee Pants City and I’m PRETTY SURE that’s all these little guys know what to do. So if YOU can control ‘em, I’ll allow it.”

           “But if I find ONE little turd, or ONE little wets pot, I am SO not gonna be a happy motherfucking camper.” Negan could be a reasonable man, one with a heart (though said heart certainly isn’t what aided him in his successes and status among society), but he had his own set of demands. Ones that prevented his penthouse from becoming a complete DISASTER. After all, that was his SANCTUARY. 

   Newt hadn’t been trying to get what he wanted like a spoiled child- it was a legitimate request, and the pleading look on his face might have had something to do with the fact that he was currently juggling four puppies. For the most part, though, it was the thought of them having to suffer going from a puppy mill, to the cramped mall pet store, to a run-down shelter in the southside of Chicago. Granted, it had been running with much more care since his takeover, but he could only do so much with so little, and most of the money he made went right back into it (how could he live with himself, otherwise?).

   The case he was making in his mind did, unfortunately, make Negan’s truly beautiful home the victim in all this. Four untrained puppies were bound to wreak havoc on the place. Every time he stayed over (which was near nightly, these days) he was meticulous with the way he treated Negan’s luxurious things, never leaving a trace of mess behind and rarely even touching anything unless told it was okay. Evidently, he was willing to sacrifice his good name for a litter of newborn pups, but what else was new?

   But he was only asking. In truth, only a part of him believed Negan would actually allow it, especially with the way he initially responded, so when he finally agreed to it, Newt’s face split into a wide, slightly frantic (the puppies were still squirming) grin. The nearly impossible standards he set would be an issue for later. “I hope I’ve told you recently how absolutely wonderful you are. If not, I’m saying it now. I don’t think you know how much it means to me- and them,” he laughed warmly, staring down at the lovely little creatures in his arms. 

   “I promise I’ll look after them.” Note the distinct lack of promising that the dogs wouldn’t make a mess, but Newt was never one to go against his word, and he knew just how easy it would be for an accident to happen. He was a decent animal trainer, but even he wasn’t good enough to house train four puppies in the span of a car ride home. “You won’t see any messes, they’ll be completely under my charge. And only there for as long as you say.” That was a given, he only wanted to make sure Negan knew he wasn’t going to try and push his luck. He gasped, catching one of the animals as it slipped from the crook of his elbow. “Ah- perhaps we should get going? Before they get loose in the- oh, no-” he fumbled once more, two of the puppies in his other arm slipping to the shiny tiled floor of the mall and proceeding to scamper away, as if this was the greatest game of their lives. “No, absolutely not. Come back!” he went after them, leaving a baffled store clerk and Negan in his wake.

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   When their anxious, wandering gazes inadvertently met, Newt was immediately inclined to look away. It’s a nervous tick he expresses with most people he feels uncomfortable or unacquainted with, but he was especially unwilling to experience that same invasive feeling he had during the interrogation that seemed so long ago now. He found, however, that he was unable to look away for a good moment. The feeling wasn’t quite different- Graves had that sort of overbearing stare even in his current state- but it had certainly changed. There was sincerity and a real guilt there that Newt couldn’t ignore.

    At this point, all Newt could do was listen as Graves unveiled as much of the reasoning behind his actions as he could. Only when he looked away, seemingly with the burden of it all, did Newt blink and shift his own gaze as well. He could feel some uncomfortable and heavy emotion settle in his chest. Was it pity? Or the realization that they might be more alike than he realized? Not in obvious ways, of course, but he’s beginning to realize that things might have gone quite differently with Credence if they had tried to understand one another much earlier than now.

    “I don’t believe I ever mentioned when my field work led me to Sudan,” Newt began by way of a response, clearing his throat in an attempt to rid himself of its shaky anxiety. He always hated bringing this up, but he felt rather compelled. “It was to look into a case involving a child- an obscurial. I’m sure you had some thoughts on where the obscurus in my case came from, but it was her. I never had the chance to save her in time. And while I never thought coming here would lead to everything that happened, in the end, I didn’t want to see it happen to someone else. I thought I might be able to save Credence in time, and be successful where I had failed before.”

   The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable, but it’s heavy. Newt doesn’t think he could bare to have an appetite, but he doesn’t want to be rude by discarding the ice cream as Graves had where it now sat on the coffee table, half-melted. He fiddled with the spoon, which had grown icy cold to the touch. “It’s a shame, you know,  because I think you wanted to save him too. We might have worked well together if things turned out differently.” If you realized the fault in your ways sooner, he didn’t add. There was no use in kicking someone while they were down, after all.

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"You believed in me."

    Newt can’t speak for a moment, struck by the implication of her words. He stares at Tina with an underlying softness in his expression that grows as he begins to realize what she means. “Of course I did.” Was she expecting he wouldn’t? How often had she worked towards something with almost everyone betting against her? How isolating must that feel? 

   Newt remembered quite clearly the way Madam Picquery had looked at her like a nuisance despite the passion and diligence she had to offer, even if it was (at that point) in an attempt to have him charged and arrested. With no more animosity lingering between them, he could now admit that he knew the feeling, in his own way. He couldn’t really boast the support of anyone in the more ludicrous aspects of his work until recently. But however he may relate, Tina deserved a source moral support more than most, and Newt can only hope that she will begin to feel it in the unconventional friendship they’ve developed with one another; alongside the long-standing relationship she has with Queenie, of course.

   But this is different, somehow.

   “Tina, I’ll always believe in you.” There’s a rare emotional sincerity in his words, the kind he only ever reserves for those in which he has an unfailing trust. One way or another, through their unusual endeavors, she has earned a place for herself in that category. For someone like Newt, it’s a position those special to him can expect to hold for a lifetime.

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"First off, you see gum on The street, leave it there. It's not free candy. Second, There are, like, 30 ray's pizzas. They all claim to be the Original, but the real one' son 11th. And if you see a sign that Says "peep show," That doesn't mean that They're letting you look at presents before Christmas."

   It must have been fairly plain to see that Newt had never beheld the overwhelming atmosphere that was New York City. It was different from Chicago- bigger, louder, and so much more chaotic. Even London couldn’t compare. Could there be anywhere in the world like this? Wide-eyed with something akin to wonder, he followed their surroundings with twist and turns of his neck, only half listening to Negan. It was hard when he kept getting swallowed by the crowd, murmuring hurried apologies to the numerous people he was bumping shoulders with even though none of them seemed to notice.

   “Right,” Newt breathed, only the slightest of smiles on his face. For all its draining, constant flow of activity, New York was undeniably exciting. He looked at Negan, who walked with purpose and seemed to part the crowd like Moses did the Red Sea. How was that even possible? Newt hurried to catch up with him, nearly knocking himself over when he had to push through two more uncaring passersby. What madness, he thought with a frenzied sort of astonishment.

   They ought to have known the city would be a bit insane during this time of the holidays, right before the New Year’s Eve celebration. Evidently it was something of a cultural tradition to do it in Times Square for the states. He was only catching bits and pieces of Negan’s words as he was consistently falling behind. Eventually, he found himself rushing forward and wrapping both of his arms around of of Negan’s, anchoring himself to his side. 

   “This is positively insane.” He was breathless, looking slightly anxious, but still smiling. “I’m not entirely useless, by the way,,” he scolded half-heartedly at some of the more childish advice Negan had to give, which he was sure he only said in jest. Still, he was very clearly out of his element. Clinging tighter to Negan’s arm, he eyed the more aggressive and disgruntled civilians warily. “Where are we going, anyways?”

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"I planned out our whole day. First, we'll make snow angels for two hours, and then we'll go ice skating and then we'll eat a whole roll Of Toll-House cookie dough as fast as we can, and then, to finish, we'll snuggle." omfg gravy....

   Newt might have laughed if he weren’t so struck with unbridled shock. “My. That sounds like…. quite the agenda.” For lack of a better response. He looked from Percival to the scotch glass dangling precariously from his hand. Ah. That would explain it. 

  Throughout their correspondence after Newt left New York the last time, the prospect of catching up in person again had come up on more than one occasion. The unexpected truth was they had gotten on a lot better than Newt ever thought they might, and he found himself rather looking forward to the possibility of seeing Graves again. His next trip to America seemed like a good enough excuse, but travel delays had thrown him off schedule and he was much later than he said he’d be. It seemed in that period of absence he missed quite an exciting bit of solitary celebration on Percival’s part. As it was, he was far too tired to try and make complete sense of his words. “Why don’t you and I discuss it more tomorrow, Mr. Graves.” When you’re more in your right mind, he added silently.

   Delicately, Newt plucked the glass from Percival’s hand and set it onto the coffee table. “Right. You could use some tea before you go to bed, yes?” It was presented as a question, but his wand was already summoning a pair of small cups, and alongside them glided a bottle of pepper up potion he was sure Graves would thank him for when he awoke without any of the usual consequences that came with drinking. Only mixing in a drop, he knew it would make all the difference come morning.

   Not thinking twice of it, he sat himself next to Graves, eyes focused on the cup he was fixing for him. “There you are,” he said finitely, allowing the tea he made for Graves to hover in front of him. The liquid was hot enough that steam rose in front of the man’s eyes in enticing swirls. Newt followed the movement for only a moment before he saw to fixing his own cup. Ordinarily he wouldn’t make himself so comfortable in someone else’s home, but it had been an insufferably long day, and he could hardly help the heavy feeling of tiredness and lethargy as he leaned back into Percival’s couch, a breath of relief escaping his lips. For now, sipping tea in comfortable silence would be enough. He was sure by tomorrow, Graves will have entirely forgotten his outspoken plan.

   Why that thought resulted in a twinge of disappointment, he didn’t know.

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🎁 Elf 🎄(2003) Sentence Starters

"You're, uh, you're probably here about the, Uh, the story."

"I-I'll bet you didn't know that about elves."

"Only two weeks left till Christmas!"

"What in the name of Sam hill Is that?"

"I was his/her adopted father."

"Treat every day like Christmas."

"There's room for everyone on the Nice list."

"The best way to spread Christmas Cheer is singing loud for all to hear."

"Well, silly as it sounds, a lot of people down south don't believe in Santa Claus."

"I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins."

"I'll be okay, I just need a glass of water."

"Oh, by the way, don't eat the yellow snow."

"First off, you see gum on The street, leave it there. It's not free candy. Second, There are, like, 30 ray's pizzas. They all claim to be the Original, but the real one' son 11th. And if you see a sign that Says "peep show," That doesn't mean that They're letting you look at presents before Christmas."

"We're gonna go ices skating and... And eat sugar plums."

"Well... he is on the naughty list."

"Does someone need a hug?"

"Santa! San-- uh, nope!"

"[Gasps] Beautiful! Looks like a Christmas tree."

"You're not supposed to be Down here!"

"Why you smiling like that?"

"Santa!!! Oh, my god!!! Santa here?! I know him! I know him!"

"You are very good at decorating that tree."

"I'm just trying to get through the holidays."

"How come you were in the women's locker room this morning?"

"They're kind a pissed about this."

"'Cause if I go, we all go."

" By the way... I think you have the most beautiful singing voice in the whole wide world."

"You smell like beef and cheese. You don't smell like Santa."

"Just who the heck are you, And what is your problem?"

"I thought maybe we could make Gingerbread houses, And eat cookie dough, and go Ice skating, and... And maybe even hold hands."

"He got mad at me."

"You know, it's a little complicated, but it's nothing that we can't handle."

"Is there sugar in syrup?"

"Clearly he has some serious issues. We can't just throw him out in the snow."

"Well, this is really something. I'm usually the one making breakfast."

"I planned out our whole day. First, we'll make snow angels for two hours, and then we'll go ice skating and then we'll eat a whole roll Of Toll-House cookie dough as fast as we can, and then, to finish, we'll snuggle."

"How'd you get this number?"

"You know, we could sit here and point fingers all day."

"So, good news... I saw a dog today."

"I really wanted to see you, and... and I think you're beautiful, and I, um... I feel really warm when I am around you, and, um, my tongue swells up. So... Do you wanna go eat food?"

"You have such a pretty face. You should be on a Christmas card."

"You know, I know I sound like a broken record, but we are buddies. You're my best friend, that's it. You're my best friend."

"Call me elf one more time!"

"Get out of my life! Now!"

"I don't belong anywhere."

"There seems to be a strange man dressed as an elf wandering through central park."

"I didn't mean anything I said back there, not a word."

"You believed in me."

"Christmas spirit is about believing, not seeing."

"Come on, give me your hat and coat."

"I'm getting too old for this job."

"Come here, little one."

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           WHAT IN THE FUCK WAS HE GOING TO DO WITH FOUR PUPPIES? Uncertainty consumed his thoughts, but Negan was too exhausted to understand nor argue. ‘Sir, are you positive?’ Even the cashier at the goddamn pet store was just as confused and uncertain as he was. Meanwhile Newt, fucking NEWT, stood there, completely certain— as if it was his responsibility — his OBLIGATION to due diligence in freeing said animals from their wretched hold. It was a fucking MALL PET STORE FOR CHRIST SAKE, Negan didn’t even bring him near it, yet the moment they rounded the corner — he had FOUND his purpose. 

          Negan didn’t even chance a look at the British bastard, just nodded tiredly, waving his hand as if to speed it up. “Yeah, you heard ‘em. Box them up, or whatever the fuck you do.” Well, no that didn’t seem humane. “Not box ‘em, but you know.” And it was THEN Negan looked over, almost lazily. “Not gonna get ‘em fancy little leashes? Might as well while we’re here.” Save them a stop, but the more he thought about it, the more unlikely it seemed that Newt would support the leashing of any animal. If he didn’t care so much for the fucking things, he would have been SUSPECT NUMERO UNO for some freaky deaky animal fetish. Without another thought, Negan pulled his wallet from his back pocket, removed his credit card, and handed it to him knowing there was going to be more.  “Where in the fuck are you gonna keep these little bastards?” He questioned, legitimately concerned they were going to end up in HIS penthouse. 

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   It was quite impossible to keep the grin off of Newt’s face the moment Negan gave in. And really, it was with no effort at all on his part. What a tremendously easy victory; he had been prepared to make a damn good argument, too. “You’re an incredibly good sport, you know that? I can’t thank you enough for understanding. Or perhaps indulging is the better word.” Eyes following the movement of Negan beginning to pay, Newt immediately looked away. He always found this part insufferably awkward, but he could also say with some certainty that he’d be sleeping in the back of a filthy southside animal shelter if it weren’t for Negan’s help.

   “There’s plenty of leashes at work, no need to overpay for something like that. Really.” As he saw the (probably painfully ignorant) clerk begin to set up the typical pet-store makeshift carriers that were made out of cardboard, he couldn’t help but to stop it. That might as well be ‘boxing them up,’ as Negan had so eloquently suggested. “No, there’s no need for that, please. I can carry them.” Without being given the proper permission or go-ahead, Newt reached into the glass case where the little creatures were put on display, the poor things. Two puppies for each arm was a bit difficult to manage, especially with them squirming around so much, but he’d manage. “Now, you lot, settle down if you don’t mind. We’ll get you home soon enough,” he admonished, as a mother might do to her children. He looked to Negan, eyes sheepish, and likely looked rather humorous as he fumbled with an armful of yipping puppies. “Well... I could bring them back to work with me, in the shelter.” He chewed on his lip, looking down at the animals in his arms. “But it is the holidays. It might be nice to allow them a place to stay for a few days, at least, don’t you think?”

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   “-I refuse to purchase an invisibility cloak, actually,” Newt said, voice going the slightest bit colder. Not at Tina, directly, but at the very subject at hand. “I understand they’re rather convenient in certain situations, but you see, they’re made from the pelt of demiguises. That’s why they’re so endangered.” A hand in his pocket, he stared sadly at the shop window which proudly had an advertisement for said cloaks on display. “I don’t really see the merit in hunting such peaceful creatures to the point of near extinction.”

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   “It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?” There’s clear hesitation in Newt’s tone as he greets Tina, staring at her plainly from among the sort of busy crowd that he’s sure can only exist in New York. “I meant to come back sooner...” a shoulder bumping harshly into his distracts him, and in turn causes his focus to scatter from her to the people surrounding them. He realizes, now, that he may be unintentionally overheard. “But, em, things got a bit more complicated than simply turning my manuscript in to the ministry, I’m afraid. Do you know of somewhere nearby we can talk more privately?”

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    Newt stared at the cup of hot chocolate in front of him, too polite to say he preferred tea so he instead preoccupied himself with tapping an index finger delicately along the side of the mug. Tina having already turned in, it was probably the more polite thing for him to do the same, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Queenie must know about him now. It was such a private part of his past that he rarely divulged the truth of to anyone. He glanced at her from where he sat rather casually at their dinner table, eyes only just peering out from the fringe of his hair. “This might be rather unexpected to bring up, but... I take it you know why I was expelled from school?”

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