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007 ⸺ *insert title 😭*

I couldn't be bothered to come up with a name for this :,)

This will most likely be VERY short

Just wanted to write something fluffy
Yes I know last chapter I said that I would make something actually good but again I don't really feel like it and I think that writing shortish chapters like this allows me to update more often than if I drain all my energy into one large chapter 👍
And like i actually have motivation to write and I don't feel like wasting it

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The cold air of late January but at Newt's face as he walked down the sidewalk, hand-in-hand with his boyfriend, Thomas.

They had been on a date that day, to celebrate their one year anniversary, they had gone out to a restaurant and had spent the last half hour just wandering around the neighborhood and talking, enjoying each other's presence.

Thomas, being the stubborn shank that he is, had insisted on not wearing gloves or a hat, and instead had pulled his hood up over his head and was now latched on tightly to Newt with his right hand while his left was stuffed into his pocket.

Newt was starting to feel cold himself and he could feel Thomas start to shiver violently next to him.

They eventually reached the familiar apartment building and Newt breathed a sigh of relief when they finally stepped into the warmth of the heated interior.

Making their way up the stairs to their apartment, the two huddled together more, Newt rubbing small circles into the back of Thomas' hand and on his knuckles.

As soon as the couple had made it inside their shared apartment Thomas broke away going straight to their closet to grab the fluffiest and thickest blanket they owned.

Newt laughed, wriggling out of his thick winter jacket and into a more comfortable sweater, before going to brush his teeth.

He came back to see Thomas changed and wrapped up in numerous blankets, his eyes already starting to droop.

"Go brush your teeth, Tommy." Newt smiled sitting down in bed, making his way under all the blankets that Thomas had piled on their bed.

"I'm tired Newtie. And besides my hands are still numb." He whined from his spot under the covers.

"That's what happens when you don't wear gloves when going outside in January." Newt smirked pulling Thomas into a sitting position, and grabbing his hands again. "Maybe next time you should listen to me when I tell you to dress warmer."

Thomas just grunted a response, unceremoniously scrambling out of bed and grumbling his whole way to the bathroom.

Newt took this chance to get rid of a few of the blankets, they would be hot enough from being so close to each other, and he doubted Thomas would even notice with how tired he was.

He laid back, letting his eyes flutter shut and a soft smile to rest on his face as he thought of the brunette. His bright smile, the soft moles that peppered his face, his brown eyes that would shine an amber color in the sun. A color that reminded Newt of honey.

Newt was brought out his thoughts by said brunette jumping into bed, and quite literally landing on top of Newt, nearly knocking the breath out of him.

He grunted, wrapping his arms around Thomas and pulling his closer, trapping his under the blankets with him.

Thomas chuckled softly, leaning closer and nuzzling his face into Newt's neck.

"Tommy ! Your nose is still freezing." Newt yelped, squirming away and bringing Thomas' face up to look him in the eyes.

Thomas failed miserably to smother the smile that crept onto his face, his eyes shining even in the darkness. The brunette's only response was to plant sloppy kiss on Newt's cheek before moving back down and leaving soft kisses on his jawline and down his neck. Newt only sighed, letting his eyes flutter shut again, and moving his hands to inch up Thomas' sweater, resting on his bare back. He could feel Thomas stiffen slightly at the cold feeling, but he immediately relaxed into the touch before Newt could even think of pulling away.

Both of them had started to drift off, and Newt could feel Thomas' warm breath on his neck, and could feel how the rising of his chest was beginning to even out. He buried his head in Newt's neck again, and this time he didn't pull away, he only pressed a kiss to the top of Thomas's head and let himself slowly fall into a deep sleep.

A sleep that always seemed to be better whenever Thomas was around.