it's still christmas in this ok
when thomas woke up, he was alone.
newt was nowhere to be seen in their room, and in his place there was a small, wrapped up present.
on it, was written (in very neat handwriting): "for tommy, my love <3"
okay, yeah no thomas did not need to wake up and have a gay panic.
but he was anyway.
he was staring at the present, biting his lip to suppress a smile and a possible squeal when newt walked back into the room.
"oh, uh, you're awake." he smiled, completely ignoring the fact there was a present with thomas' name on, on the bed.
thomas nodded. "uh, yeah, i guess i am."
"you guess you are?" he sat down next to him. "well, then, i think you are, tommy."
"this is tommy-slander." he frowned, flopping back to lay down on the bed once more. "i can't believe i wake up to a cuteass present on the bed, but then straight after i get verbally abused!"
newt blushed a light pink, looking at the present. "uh, sorry, i didn't want to make you feel pressured to get me something so i didn't mention anything."
"uh.." thomas blinked awkwardly. "of course i got you something?"
"it's fine if you didn't, tommy."
"no, no, i seriously did! i just don't know if you'll like it."
"i'm sure i will." he paused. "unless you got me something rick astley based. then, i'll kill you."
"yeah, yeah, i wouldn't be that mean. okay, let me go get my prezzie then we can open them."
"prezzie? are you feeling okay?" newt grimaced at the word he used. prezzie? who the bloody fuck says that?
"after my breakdown? could be better." he grinned.
"god, you love dark humour don't you."
"that i do, blondie. that. i. do."
okay, so thomas knew he had it coming.
like it wasn't as if he bought a sex toy or something for newt. god no! he's much more mature than that.
although buying a sex toy could be classed as mature.
but whatever.
but, right, newt didn't say he didn't want rick astley stuff before thomas actually bought the present.
he said it afterwards, so it technically wasn't thomas' fault.
well, lying and saying he hadn't bought rick astley stuff was his fault, but, hey, who really cares?
"tommy."
thomas looked at newt, who genuinely looked like he was going to throw thomas out of the window. or himself. who knew. (he already did that once!!!! ok help)
because there, oh god there, there was a bloody rick astley apron, badge, poster and pillow case.
"yes, deary?" thomas batted his eyelashes, exaggerating the pet name. he never, like, never used pet names on newt. they just didn't suit him. actually no, some are okay. not deary or love though.
"why shouldn't i kill you right now?" newt narrowed his eyes.
the brunet pretended to think about the answer. "hm.. i don't know. i mean, you could kill me right now. nothings stopping you. except for maybe good morals? even then. oh wait, something else is stopping you."
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The Rickrolled Cutie ✦ Newtmas AU
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