
"Whatever!" Newt yelled back. Tommy had always chased after long, black curls and soft, sweet things. Never him. Never, never. Newt. "FINE!" Thomas snapped, shoving a hand through his damp hair. That was it? After years of sleeping inches apart, of Thomas knowing-no, memorizing-every bruise before Newt even felt the sting-of making sure he swallowed every pill-'fine' was all he had to say? Or; Thomas would never bite him. Newt had known it since they were seven. A smart alpha through and through, all sharp instincts and unshaken certainty. And Newt-Newt was just an omega he never looked twice at, not like that. But they're not kids anymore! And Newt isn't sure that certainty still holds. He doesn't know if he wants it to. Author's Note: A messy high school omegaverse newtmas fanfic (ORIGINALLY UPLOADED ON Ao3) that's been edited way too many times with intentionally unreliable narrators, endless shouting matches, questionable medical assessments, and, seriously rough smut. Link to Ao3 fic under same title here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62717029/chapters/160556338All Rights Reserved
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