#nomajbaker

Newt let out a quiet laugh, reaching over and gingerly plucking the frog off of the gifts. It didn’t offer much resistance. After all, it wasn’t a real frog. He dropped it back in Jacob’s lap, overjoyed to see his friend so enthused. Pepper Imps, Fizzing Whizbees, Ice Mice; they were familiar to him. Magic though they may be, to Newt they were enchanted, not enchanting. After all, he had grown up with them all his life. But sharing them with someone new and awestruck by the slightest spell, he was able to capture a piece of that innocent wonder. And he loved it. 

He grinned broadly—Jacob’s smiles were contagious— and shook his head. “No, not real. It’s just a spell, and they only have one good hop to them, so it shouldn’t escape now. I heard they recently added collectible cards for each one,” he added, gesturing to the container. 

Thankfully, he had resisted the temptation to buy Sugar Mice. If eating an enchanted frog was reason enough for guilt, a mouse-shaped lump of sugar that moved and squeaked would be even worse. 

ooc:: Draw my baker boyfriend? NO PROBLEM.

I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU GUYS SO MESSAGE ME YOUR NAME AND SOMETHING ABOUT YOU

Newt glanced up, his expression riddled with guilt. When Jacob had questioned him at dinner about his rather conspicuous bandage, he’d dismissed it with a few words and a light shrug. Why cause unnecessary worry? Queenie had given him an odd look, of course, but she hadn’t pressed him. Neither had Tina. Much to Newt’s relief, the rest of the meal had passed uneventfully. Conversation shifted, with the three of them swapping recipes and stories and smiles as Newt listened quietly. 

He thought he locked the door to the guest room after excusing himself, but he must have been mistaken. Merlin’s beard. Was it too much to ask for a moment of privacy? 

“I’m sorry, I– It’s nothing, really,” he reassured his friend, his gaze shifting from the mottled skin of his hand to Jacob and back again. In his defense, it looked worse than it actually was. Newt had been vigilant ever since his injury. Every few hours he applied a foul-smelling paste and replaced the gauze wrappings, but no matter what he tried, it was stubbornly slow to heal. 

your call out is shitty lol

why are you so afraid of loving me, nicky?

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eleven is a lot……? [shoves my hundreds of ocs and twenty-something blogs under a rug]