Where We Lay (newtmas au)

Chapter 7

[chapter seven] ; two hearts in one home.
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a/n if there's any errors pls tell me and i'll fix it as soon as i can

Thomas didn't know what to expect but it sure wasn't this.

He had just been at the grocery store, picking up some soup (and maybe lube) when he saw the cutest little butt in the world. It was bent over next to the tin can pyramid of soup, the owner of said butt looking at mini (aw) shampoo and conditioner bottles.

Thomas bit his lip as his eyes trailed past the butt and to slim legs in jeans that went on for miles. He named the person 'cute butt' in his head. He hadn't known what came over him but his feet lead him next to the mysterious cute butt, his side facing the pyramid.

Thomas opened his mouth to talk, what about he's not sure. Maybe the shampoo bottles, those are pretty fucking cute. Just like his butt amd hopefully his face, Thomas thinks to himself. His mouth snaps shut when the person looks up, making his jaw ache with the force of it.

A feeling washes over him like a bucket of cold water, making him stumble back a few steps. Right into the canned pyramid.

Thomas goes down like a sack of potatoes, almost all of the cans following. What the—oh that is most definitely tomato sauce on his forehead and matted in his hair. Noodles and pieces of chicken decorate his arms like tinsel on a christmas tree. His face flushes with embarrassment and even the tips of his ears turn bright red.

He's too busy staring bug eyed at this beautiful human, every ounce of his being hoping to not be rejected when said human starts to pick up the cans. The very same cans which led to his utter humiliation. Thomas has to get another look at that face so as the other boy starts to pick up a can of tomato soup, he gently grabs his wrist before he can set it down fully.

He hears the small gasp the blonde boy lets out and can't help but relate. The other boy slowly raises his head and meets Thomas' eyes. He lets out his own gasp of amazement as he sees the most stunning pair of honey brown eyes, paired with pink lips and a jawline to kill for. His dirty blonde hair is messily tousled and Thomas wants to run his hands through it, again and again.

His perfectly sculpted cupid's bow twitched with the intent of keep back a smile made Thomas grin at him. He had never felt so drawn to a person before and they hadn't even exchanged words yet.

Thomas never wanted to let him go, or at least go without hearing his voice so he cleared his throat roughly to say, "Thomas." The blonde blinks out of his daze staring at the handsome brunette in front of him and frowns confusingly. "Um, no? My name is Newt," He, well, Newt says slowly, as if talking to a small child. Thomas stares at him in a few seconds of bewilderment (british accent? bonus!) before realizing, "Oh, no! I meant my name is Thomas, not that I was calling you Thomas or that I thought you looked like someome i know or anything like that," He rushed out in one breath, also realizing he's rambling and stopping when Newt raises his eyebrows at him in amusement.

His cheeks pink once again when Newt smiles timidly at him, thinking yeah, he wouldn't mind seeing that for the rest of his life. "So, um, I guess we're soulmates huh." Thomas snickers at the awkward phrasing of the sentence and bites his lip when Newt playfully glares at him, "Yeaj i guess we are." Newt's eyes shift from his face to his noodle stained t shirt.

"Shit, I totally forgot i just about killed myself. Would you mind, erm, maybe,  helping me?" Thomas asks his soulmate earnestly, nose scrunching up at the smell of chicken. Newt chuckles as he picks a noodle of out Thomas' hair and nods. Newt stops assisting with noodle pick up duty and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. Thomas looks up at his sudden movement and stops with the noodles also. "Actually, would you want to just clean up at my house? It's just a couple blocks from here and you could even borrow a shirt if you want while I, like, put yours in the laundry or summat," He explains, getting up from his knees to help Thomas up. Thomas nods his head in agreement and accepts Newt's help.

Their hands grasp each other and it instantly feels like home. Soulmates may feel fireworks upon first meet or touch but this felt familiar and safe to both of them. Thomas, now standing, still drenched in soup, suddenly draws Newt closer to him, mindfully holding his hand.

"I feel like I've know you before," Thomas whispers, his nose just barely grazing the slightly shorter blond's. Newt gulps loudly and glances at Thomas' lips quickly before locking eyes with him, "Yea-"

"What the hell?"

Thomas and Newt jump back from each other as a voice yells upon seeing the mess. The store manager, Cindy, who Newt is quite good friends with, stands with her hands on hips, eyes wide as she takes in the disaster before her. Thomas and Newt quickly look at each other with a sense of panic before Thomas finally talks. "It was an accident I swear-" "Sweetie as long as you clean this up, I don't give a hoot. Congrats on finding your soulmate by the way," Cindy walks towards the milk aisle with a wink at the two blushing boys.

"So," an awkward pause, "My house?"