The Rickrolled Cutie ✦ Newtmas AU

limp - chapter 16

i really want to fucking start my new book and finish this one ugh idk what im even writing at this point im sorry if this is really really shit ahfuahfa 

it was early morning of the next day, when newt forgot to ask something.

"tommy?" newt murmured from beside thomas, eyes closed and facing upwards on his back. 

thomas hummed in response. he couldn't be arsed to speak, and who really blames him? 

"why don't you just tell the police about your parents now?" he questioned. "also, you're an adult - why do you have to do what they want?" 

the brunet sat upwards, groaning. "it's too early for this shit," he rubbed his eyes. "uh, i can't tell the police because they're still not experimenting on kids, i don't think. yeah, i'm an adult, but do you know who isn't?"

he sighed. "chuck?"

thomas nodded in confirmation. "chuck." 

"can you not disown them?" he frowned. "the police are probably better here than in america, anyway." 

"i mean, we could try. dunno. i don't want chuck to be taken away though." 

"yeah, i get you." he nodded, putting his head on thomas' lap, stretching out his leg. "you're pretty." 

thomas smiled. "i know i am. is your leg okay?" 

"i'll live." 

he placed a tender hand on his arm. "you still haven't told me how you got your limp." 

newt tensed up, but brushed it off with a shrug. "not much to say about it." 

"oh come on, i can feel you tense." he rolled his eyes. "you don't have to tell me though." 

he bit his lip and closed his eyes. "there's not much to tell you, i swear. i just tried to kill myself when i was younger." 

thomas choked on his saliva. "oh, well that's hardly anything then, isn't it?!?!" he glared. "seriously, if you don't want to go into it, then it's fine, but you cant just say that like that."

"what, say it how you said all your stuff?"

"suicide is different. i don't know."

newt let out a sad laugh, shaking his head. "no, no it's not. suicide and being shot is quite similar in a way, tommy."

"yeah, but.. why?" thomas frowned. "why did you do it?"

the blond fiddled with his hands awkwardly. "dunno. i just felt.. tired. my dad isn't the nicest either. i dealt with bullying a lot when i was younger. felt like it was wrong to be gay because i kept being prone to homophobic nonces. so, i just... gave up. sonya found me. bloody leaves cushioned the fall, so i didn't die. just got stuck with a limp for my whole life."

"jesus." he mumbled. "do you.. you know.."

"feel like that now?" he raised an eyebrow, carrying on when thomas nodded. "nah, not really. i still get a bit of insomnia sometimes. sleeping with you helps."

"likewise. i already said that before."

"that you did."

thomas smiled, kissing newt's forehead. "tell me if you ever feel like that, though. i want to make you happy; you deserve it, blondie." 

newt felt butterflies swarm in his abdomen at the action and the words. "thanks, tommy. i will."

they both sat in silence for a bit, listening to the wintery sounds outside. like their friends screaming at each other outside. it felt... relaxing, somehow. homely.

"i might try and disown them as my parents. i don't know." thomas frowned. "it's just... scary, i guess."

newt sat himself up, off his lap. "yeah, i know what you mean. you just have to do everything slowly, love. but for now we can enjoy ourselves. they're not bothering us. if your mum rings and says anything about the marriage, put it on loud speaker and let me say a word."

"you're joking. you wouldn't dare." thomas gasped, horrified at the idea of newt answering to his mom. 

"i'm not joking. i would, and i will." he looked deadly serious. "if my mum rings then i'd put it on loud speaker so you can speak."

"well, last time i checked your mum isn't a psychopath." he spat, with probably more venom than intended.

newt frowned. "sorry? not my bloody fault."

"i'm not saying it is." thomas furrowed his brows, questioning the blond's irritation..

"you're implying that."

he put his hands up in mock surrender. "i can't tell if you're fucking joking or not. whatever i did, sorry??"

the brit smirked, jumping on top of thomas. "i was joking."

thomas nodded. "okay, yeah, thought so." he paused, looking up at him whilst wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "hello there."

"don't be so weird. disgusting." newt sneered, rolling off him. "sit on me now and i'll kill you."

"i don't want to. come on, we should get ready."

im sorry about making these so short i really hate this aofjaw idk what to write about im just gonna try adn hurry up and finish this book so i can get on with my new one :') tbf i might just end up discontinuing this book aaaa

i love brooklyn nine-nine so much its so funny agjawiohwahaw 

but i really dk what to call my new book its so annoying