@Mireilleisnotonfire: could you please do a fanfic where thomnewt play monopoly on their gaming channel on YouTube? thank you :)

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"Get the camera ready!" Newt commanded as Thomas fumbled with the camera. "Is the lighting set?"

"Yup." Thomas assured. With his baby blue t-shirt he cleaned the lenses of the camera. "Do I start it?"

"No, we are just setting the camera because it's a nice decoration. Of course you need to start it, you piece of klunk head!" Newt threw his hands up.

"Slim it, shank." Thomas said with a smile.

"You know our slang doesn't work with you. You sound ridiculous." Newt told him.

"Whatever." Thomas punched the record button and sat down next to Newt on the dull green sofa. "Is the Monopoly ready?"

"A long time ago." Newt complained.

"Stop being so cranky and pick a figure." Newt reached for the plastic bag of figurines but before he could take it, Thomas snatched it.

"I want the car!" He said.

"Wait, what? I was going to get the car!"

"Too late!" Thomas found the car and protected it with his hands on his chest.

"Tommy, give it back!" Newt tried to seperate it from Thomas. He was alarmingly strong.

The table moved and the cards misplaced themselves when Newt kicked it accidentally. "Hey!"

"Choose another!" Thomas told him.

"I don't like the others!"

"What about the dog? You like that one!"

"You lost it last time, remember?" Newt growled.

"Are you really going to fight with me? The camera's taping, you know." Newt sighed. He took the figurine bag and looked for another one while Thomas fixed the board.

"Where's the boat?" He asked with a frown on his face.

"Er- somewhere in the house?" Newt gave him a I will kill you look.

"Fine, I'll have the stinking shoe."

"Fine with me."

"I still don't understand why someone requested we play monopoly in front of a camera." Newt rubbed his forehead.

"People love us! Why not? Could you stop being grumbly so we can play?" Newt grunted in response.

Newt threw the dice in the air. It bounced on the table. When it stopped, the dice read 2 and 1. "Three." Thomas counted.

"I know." Newt moved the shoe figurine.

"Income tax."

"I know."

"two hundred, please." Thomas grinned as he gestured Newt for the money.

"I know- wait! Why are you the Bank?"

"I'm better at counting!"

"In what world?"

"Just. Pay." Newt threw the dollars at him.

Thomas rolled the dice. "Seven." He announced and moved the car seven spaces. "Chance." He picked the chance card and grinned. He didn't say anything. Newt rolled his eyes. "Your turn." Said Thomas.

"I know."

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After many rounds, Thomas had mansions on the greens. Newt had about three red houses, and they weren't placed any higher than the brown spaces.

Newt rolled the dice. "Not again!" He growled as he moved the shoe over to the jail. Thomas chuckled.

"Fourth time." He reminded Newt.

"I already know!"

"You do know a lot today, Newt."

"Shuck it. This is a shuck game!"

"Hey, you haven't lost yet! See you still have three pink houses. And about two hundred dollars."

"Shut up." Thomas rolled the dice. "Six. Oh look! I've landed in your spot! I owe you...um. Fifty!"

"Whoo." Newt cheered unhappily. Thomas waved the purple bill in his face. "Don't bother." He shoved the bill back to Thomas. Thomas rose a eyebrow. "I'm tired of this bloody game!"

"Well then, I guess I won. Meaning..." Thomas's lip curled.

"Ha, I'm not going to."

"You lost. And cheated."

"Who said I couldn't give an imaginary slap the imaginary police officer and escape?! I don't see anywhere in the rules it says I can't!"

"That's just how the game works!" Thomas said, and instantly he remembered Of WICKED. They were quiet for a moment.

"Fine." Newt muttered. "Get the eggs." Thomas grinned.

~

"One," Thomas counted. They were outside. The sun shone so bright it made Newt's hair look golden. He had a brown t-shirt on and his hair now reached his shoulders. Thomas juggled with the eggs. The camera was set on the short-fresh cropped grass, filming.

"Two." Thomas continued.

"If you drop those eggs while you do those stupid acrobats then you lose 'em. One less egg at me." Newt warned.

"Don't worry, I won't. And by the way...three!" Thomas threw the first egg. Before Newt could react, it crashed on his shoulder. Yolk dripped on his chin.

Newt glared at him. "Tommy." At that moment Thomas threw another egg. This one blasted right at the center of his chest.

"Did it hurt?" Thomas asked with fake pity.

"Didn't feel a thing." Thomas grinned and wrapped an arm around Newt, despite the fact his shirt was now sticky with egg shells.

"Let's get inside." Thomas said. Newt gave him a small smile. "But before..." Thomas smacked the last egg on Newt's left side of his head.

"Ack! I forgot about that one!" Thomas clutched his stomach, laughing. Newt hit the back of his head. Lighter than Thomas had expected. When he looked up. Newt was smiling.