theyre in uni, thomas and teresa are besties, newtmas dating and thomas is basically the top student and is really smart and hot and stuff ok their relationship is private because im a sucker for oneshots where they come out ok

thomas yawned, reading a book whilst laying his head on newt's lap. 

"stop reading and pay attention to me." newt pouted, prodding the brunet's face over and over.

 he copied the pout, and put the book, open, on his chest. "ew, newtie! stop touching me." he grimaced, shrinking away and fidgeting. "you literally just had your fingers on a spoon that had honey on it. that's sticky and gross." 

newt rolled his eyes. "don't be so mean to me! honey is really nice. should i have another rant about how good honey is?" 

thomas hit him in the face with a book. "no, please shut the fuck up." he put his head back in the book, ignoring his irritating boyfriend. 

"are you going to the party tonight?" the brit yawned. "i really can't be arsed, but minho wants me to go." 

thomas only knew about minho from newt's complaining. he does think he's seen him before, though. "yeah, i'm going, obviously. please go." 

"fine. but it's so annoying because i can't hug you and just okay it's annoying." 

"i know." he frowned. "i'm just not ready."

neither of them were ready for a lot of things.

coming out? thomas was petrified.

sex? thomas was also petrified. which was fine. 

any upcoming test? ha! being prepared for an exam was impossible for the two. 

the party? uhh, no. thomas was even later than newt.

newt got completely bombarded by people when he arrived. he looked around blankly, not hearing anything anyone was saying. he thanked the deities when minho pulled him away into an empty booth where their friends were sat. 

the questions weren't any worse there. 

but thankfully, minho's voice was a foghorn so he could shut them up.

"shut the fuck up!" he yelled. "okay, newt. when were you going to tell us you had a boyfriend?" 

what.

the.

fuck.

newt's mouth opened and closed like a fish, before he spoke out a choked up sentence. "one question. who the fuck told you that?" 

he was seething. absolutely livid. his boyfriend, his precious tommy, who was not ready for half the things in the world. he got panicked when his mum rang, he got panicked when there was an exam in a bloody month, he got panicked about kissing at times when they were on a bed, hell, he got panicked about mostly everything.

so, when minho glanced over at the door and said one name, newt was about to flip.

"uh... it was teresa, i think. why?" he frowned. "is something wrong? is it a rumour?"

"oh, no it's not a fucking rumour." he shook his head, clenching his fists. "it's true, alright. he was just not ready to come out, oh my god." 

he turned to face the door when there was a screech and a yelled out 'this way'. there, in all his glory, was his boyfriend, being dragged along by brenda. 

newt frowned. thomas' eyes looked glassy, and he could tell even from a distance. "brenda!" he shouted, gesturing for them to come over here. 

when they arrived at the booth, thomas sat straight down next to newt and muttered out a simple "who?".

"teresa." 

he choked out a sob, burying his face into newt's shoulder. "tommy, it's okay, love." 

he shook his head frantically. "this is not okay. this is the fucking opposite of okay. i swear, i'm going to kill her." he paused. "after i've finished my breakdown." 

newt snorted. "we still on the self-deprecating jokes?" 

thomas lifted his head up. "yes, yes we are." 

brenda sighed. "do i have permission to kill her?" 

"no. i want to." 

newt gasped, putting a hand to his heart after thomas' reply. "uh, no, this is like perfect for my possessive boyfriend look that i'm obviously going for." 

thomas smirked, wiping his eyes. "shit, sorry, i forgot. you're gonna have to do away with the 'love' pet name then. too soft." 

the brit contemplated. "nah. it could suit the look as i can make it sound like your stereotypical british chav." 

he nodded. "true, true." he shook his head like a dog, snapping out of his breakdown just like that. "your friends are right behind me aren't they?" 

newt smirked. "yes, yes they are." 

"lovely. i did not prepare for this. i needed at least a month to write a welcoming speech that's about 8 pages long - double sided and the smallest size of text possible." he shook his head. "honestly, blondie, not good enough." 

"how rude of me." he smiled. "are we going to kiss now?" 

thomas thought for a moment, before putting his hands on newt's face. "nah."

idk why i ended it on that im so exhausted help idk what im writing