blind thomas and they/them newt.

what more can i say?

university au because i said so and because it's cute

also if anyone reading this wants to request anything then go ahead even though i have 2939483838 things i need to write 

bro my cat keeps treading on my arm / hand and i have so many scratches on my arm now and just dismmdmf 

"Minho, stop being a fucking bitch." Newt rolled their eyes, pouting as they strode across the campus. Minho, their best friend, was being his usual stupid self, messing around and winking at random people who he caught looking at him.

Minho just rolled his eyes in retaliation. "Shuddup, Newtie. Just because you can't get laid doesn't mean you have to take it out on me!" He huffed, but caught up to them anyway, because they were best friends and it was stupid banter.

The blond hummed. "I care more about my studies than sex and / or a relationship. You know that."

And he did. 

The amount of times he'd tried to get Newt to a party was endless. They always ended up saying "I'm busy, fuck off." or just a simple "No!" and a hung up call. It was quite rude, to be honest. But he'd get over it. They were best friends, after all. Stupid best friends. Their bickering was endless and anyone who saw the pair would think they hated each other. But no, god no, that was not the case whatsoever. They were there for each other in their darkest days and they loved each other dearly. Platonically, of course.

 Minho sighed, shaking his head. "'Course you do. You're boring like that."

"Uh, no, I'm sensible." They stuck their tongue out. "There's a difference."

"That didn't look that mature." He gestured to Newt's immature behaviour with a raised eyebrow.

Newt shook their head. "No, I said sensible. Mature and sensible are different things." 

"No, they're not."

"Yes, they are."

"Bitch, I thought you were supposed to be the one focusing on studies?"

"Bitch, I'm not taking English." A pause. "I still know I'm right though?" It came out more questioning. "Oh, I don't fucking know!"

Minho laughed. "Don't get your panties in a twist, Newtie."

Newt slitted their eyes. "Stop calling me that, I swear." They folded his arms, turning their back to the way they were walking and walking backwards. "It's such a stupid nickname. I hope you get killed by a pit of snakes or spiders, or both, and choke on a ball or something. You deserve that because you suck dick that much. Fucking nonce. I hate you to bits. Why am I friends with- OH FUCK."

The Korean male burst into laughter when someone walked straight into his friend. "Oh my god, Newt!"

Newt was pushed on the floor, and stood up to retaliate but nothing came out of their mouth. This boy was a absolutely gorgeous. They had no clue what to say, and he was so pretty and they just couldn't deal with it and siejjgjsjjjf.

"Shit, I'm so sorry!" There was a flash of brown hair as the male tried to pick himself up. "That's my bad, I don't have my stick with me so I've gone a bit blind- That doesn't work, I am blind. I'm so sorry!" 

When the Brit didn't say anything, Minho shoved him. "Sorry, my friend, the one you bashed into, seems to have forgotten how to speak."

He frowned. "Did I break their voice box or something?"

The male barked out a laugh. "No, of course not!"

"Oh, uh, that's good."

Newt finally snapped out of their daze. "Uh, I'm so fucking sorry. I was walking backwards because of my stupid friend and yeah, I'm really sorry. It's not your fault." They scratched the back of their neck awkwardly, before jumping as they realised the male was trying to get up off the floor. "Oh, here." They knelt down and took the male's hand. It felt cold and sent jolts to their body and it was strange and they did not like it. I mean... they sort of did. "The name's Newt."

Minho smirked from behind. His best friend was definitely feeling the feels.

The other male smiled sweetly, using their hand to pull himself up. "Thank you. My name's Thomas." He had glasses on, sort of sunglasses.

"Well, Thomas, this stupid bitch who was talking earlier is Minho." Newt clenched their jaw when they saw their best friend grinning mischievously and winking. "He's currently being an absolute dickhead." 

Minho gasped exasperatingly. "Excuse me! I am not! You're the dickhead." He groaned, shaking his head. "Honestly, Thomas. I'm sorry for my best friend's stupidity. They spend all their time studying but they're still an idiot."

Thomas smiled. The action sent butterflies to Newt's heart. "They seem nice." The words also sent butterflies to Newt's heart. "Wait, uh, what time is it? If you don't mind you asking."

The darker-haired male went to get his phone out, but was beaten to it by Newt who grabbed their own phone out their pocket like it was their lifeline. "Half twelve." 

The brunet gasped. "Oh shit! I'm supposed to be meeting Tess, but then I bashed into you and I really don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but you seem really nice and you have a British accent and it's really pretty and why am I telling you this oh my god-"

"Tom, are you ranting on again?"

A female joined the 3, standing next to Thomas. She had black hair and was very, very pretty. Newt didn't even notice her presence as they were too busy having a moment of 'oh-my-god-he-said-my-voice-is-pretty'. 

Minho rolled his eyes. "Sorry about this stupid Brit, they're having a gay panic."

The girl, presumably 'Tess', grinned. "Cute." She looked at Thomas, picking up his hand. "Also, very interesting."

Thomas sighed.

Newt gasped in offence and pushed Minho to the side. "Fucking bitch." They pouted. "Also why the fuck is me being gay interesting?" They also could not stop being jealous by the holding hands for some stupid reason. They had known Thomas for what, one minute, and was already having an 'aaaaaaa' moment.

She shook her head. "No, nothing." She looked around for a second. "Where the hell is Brenda?" She rolled her eyes. "Stupid bitch. Wait! My name's Teresa. I forgot to say, sorry."

Thomas intertwined his hand with Teresa's fully. "I can hear Brenda's footsteps. Prepare yourself for someone to jump on your back, T."

Minho gasped, eyes twinkling. "Oh my god, you can tell who someone is by their footsteps? That's so cool!"

Newt nodded, completely in awe (this autocorrected to completely inappropriate and just oh my goodness me newt don't be so horny) by the male's 1) beauty, and 2) talent. They scrunched their face up as they realised Thomas couldn't tell they were nodding. "Yeah, that's really cool."

A smile appeared on his face. The mere action sent jolts to the blond's heart. "I mean, Brenda has footsteps that sound like an elephant. So, it's not that hard." He shrugged.

Teresa opened her mouth to speak, but was completely winded when a smaller girl jumped on her back, making her drop Thomas' hand. She almost fell over, but caught herself and shrugged the brunette off her back. "BRENDA."

Brenda grinned, squeezing herself in between Thomas and Teresa. She had shoulder-length brown hair, and Newt could instantly tell she was a troublemaker, like Minho was. She twirled a piece of hair around her finger. "Hi, babe!" She spoke with energy and her brown eyes held a glint of mischief that made Newt like her. 

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Fucking idiots."

"Toenail!" Brenda blew a raspberry in fake annoyance, slapping him lightly on his arm. "I can't believe you. We're literally amazing. Best lesbian couple ever."

Teresa raised an eyebrow. "Uh, no, Brens, we're the best couple ever. Like, overall, the best couple. Not just the best lesbian couple you know?"

The brunet shook his head. "Brie, Tess, don't be so stupid. I don't think your brains are working properly."

Newt and Minho smirked at each other. They both could tell the other liked this friendship group. 

Brenda went off into a rant about how she's the best and now her brain is the best and how it's working properly. Which it wasn't, just to be clear. Newt once again was not listening, and was giving all their attention to Thomas. He was so pretty. He had a few moles on his face, and his cupid bow lips sat perfectly on his face. His hair looked so.. ruffable. Newt just wanted to touch it and run their hands through it whilst laying on his lap and they were having a complete omgomgomg<3 moment. Thomas was basically just gorgeous and beautiful and amazing and they could go on for hours about how hot he was. Which he wasn't going to do, of course, because they just met and Newt wasn't that much of a simp...

Hahahah. Wrong.

——

"Oh my GOD. He was so fucking cute." Newt screeched, waving their hands in the air. "I need to marry him. Like, ASAP."

They were sat at a table along with Minho, waiting for their other friends.

Minho groaned. He was so fed up of this stupid Brit who decided to have a simp moment everyday. Although, now, it wasn't over a fictional character or a celebrity. Shocking. "Please stop."

They didn't listen whatsoever. They flopped their head onto the table instead, before lifting it back up not much longer than a second afterwards. "But did you see him? He was adorable and the way he ACTED, Minho! Oh my god."

The Korean signed, looking around for his other friends. He almost started crying out of relief when he saw Alby and Frypan make their way over. He decided he could live with Newt simping for one more second whilst the two got to the picnic table. "I know, the way he acted. Very cute."

Newt whined. "He needs to marry me or else."

"Or else.."

"Or else I will propose."

Minho furrowed his brows. "That makes no sense."

"Who's Newt proposing to now? Young Leonardo Dicaprio?" Frypan sat down at the table next to the blond, holding some food. "I got sushi because I wanted it."

Alby rolled his eyes at his friends. "Give us some, then."

"Minho!" Newt groaned, dropping their head back on the table with a thump. Their next sentence was muffled as they couldn't breathe properly. "I'm going to cry."

"No, Newt. You are not going to cry." Minho shook his head, a serious expression on his face. He lifted the blond's head up, cupping it. The Brit swore the Korean put more effort into his expression than he did into his running. Which was saying a lot, by the way. It was almost believable. The key word being ALMOST. "You're going to pop a boner probably, though."

Newt couldn't help the laugh that escaped their mouth, joining in with the laughter that also erupted from Minho himself, Fry and Alby. Soon enough though, they slapped their best friend's hands away and folded his arms. "But seriously, he's so fucking ADORABLE I just want to kiss him and hug him and oh my god. Who the hell said he could be that sweet and dog-like?" 

Alby raised an eyebrow. "Who's he on about?"

Minho smiled softly. As much as he hated the stupid bitch, he was glad they were happy. "Someone he met earlier. He's called Thomas."

"The one that looks like he does drugs? Ew. He looks like a fucking crack bitch." Frypan grimaced.

"Uh.. no." 

"The one who's really good at cooking? Honestly, all he ever talks about is food and he's actually amazing." 

"No." 

"How many fucking Thomas' are there?" He groaned. "WAIT. Oh my god, the blind one?!" Frypan gasped when a nod was directed towards him, a grin coming onto his face. "Yes. Okay. He is adorable. Marry him or I will." 

The Brit gasped. "You've fucking met him and you decided to not tell me about him?"

The darker skinned male scrunched his face up in confusion and disgust. "Newt, you're always saying you don't care about relationships and sex because you want to focus on studies." He shook his head. "Hypocritical."

And it was certainly very true. 

Minho pretended to wipe a tear. "It seems only today when Newt cared about studies." 

"...It was, Minho."

The glare Newt got shut them up. They pouted. "This is so stupid." 

Alby hummed in agreement. "Romance is stupid." 

"Poetry with Alby." 

The glare Newt got shut them up once again. "Okay, sorry, sorry." They sighed and ran their hands through their blond locks of hair. "It's really stupid though." 

Their 3 friends nodded and made murmurs of agreement. 

----

"Sooo, Tom, what do you think of Newt?" Teresa grinned at Brenda, who winked back. She was laying on her stomach on some grass on the campus. Brenda was sitting beside her, playing with her hair. It was a bit of an awkward position, but it was comfortable and it was cute so neither really cared less.

Thomas shrugged, taking another oreo out of the packet they were sharing. "They seem really nice."

Brenda rolled her eyes. "You totally like hi- THEM." She corrected herself with a yell, groaning. "Stupid idiot, Brenda." She flung her smiling girlfriend's hand away when she tried to bat the brunette away. Brenda wanted to play with Teresa's hair, so she will play with her hair. There is no questioning of that matter. 

If Brenda wanted it, she got it.

It was an attribute Thomas thought was admirable.. at times. Not when she begged and pleaded for him to show her his essay writing. He ended up doing it way too often. He was too much of a pushover. 

Thomas scoffed, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "I do not. I have known them for like.. 5 minutes." He wiped his hands on his trousers. "Fucking oreos." 

"Don't fuck oreos." Teresa was a tad obsessed with oreos and all it took to know was one look in her cupboards. "But seriously, I'm with Brenda on this, you totally like them." She copied her girlfriend word for word. 

The male shook his head disapprovingly and feigned a hurt expression. "You always take Brenda's side on things." He pouted. "But seriously, I don't. Yeah sure, they might have a really cute breathy laugh and okay, sure, their British accent might be the hottest thing on earth, but I do not." 

Brenda scoffed. "I'm always right though, so it's unsurprising my side is the better one." She grinned. "Then again, my girlfriend is sort of forced to take my side." 

"That's exactly what I said." 

Teresa giggled suddenly and Thomas heard her stand up. "What the fuck are you doing?" 

"Getting Newt's number for you." She blew a raspberry, running off. 

Brenda rolled her eyes, helping Thomas up. "Fucking bitch. Come on, Toenail." 

"Will you ever stop calling me Toenail?"

"Will you ever shut the fuck up?" 

"No."

"Well, there's your answer..... Toenail." 

----  (SHE-RA SPOILERS - next bold writing is when they end)

Newt's conversation had gone from simping to hating on fictional characters.

It was a bit odd.

They were now debating whether Shadow Weaver was good or not by the time she died in She-ra. Bit odd. 

"She was good. I cried when she died." Alby shook his head emotionally, putting a hand on his heart. "It was so sad."

Newt nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I felt really bad for her. Like Adora and Catra both were brought up by her and I know she didn't treat Catra well but still." 

"You're both insane. She was the bitchiest bitch." Minho shook his head. 

Frypan shrugged. "I dunno. I'm still on the fence." 

Alby slit his eyes. "Well, get off the fence and admit you feel bad for her." 

"No, get off the fence at the other side and admit she's a brat."

(SPOILERS OVER)

"No, I think I'm going to stay on the fence and point out the crazy woman running towards us." He pointed at the dark-haired female who was indeed sprinting towards their table.

Minho gaped. "Is that Teresa?" 

Newt nodded with a laugh. "It fucking is." 

Teresa skidded, holding onto the table with a screech. "NEWT. GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER." 

They blinked a few times. "What-" 

"FOR THOMAS." 

"Wait what?" They blinked rapidly, only now noticing the two figures walking behind her - Brenda and Thomas. "Does he even want it? Did he like, you know, explicitly say to you that he wanted you to get it? Because if he didn't that'd be really awkward and like yeah you know-" 

Teresa groaned, slamming her hand on the table infront of him. A piece of paper was revealed once she lifted her hand away. "I am his best friend. He definitely wants it. He is an awkward little shit who cannot make friends to save his life and I fucking love him and if I didn't know what he wanted I wouldn't be here." 

Newt opened their mouth to speak, but decided not to. Instead, they just smiled slightly and jotted down their number with a pen from their bag. 

She smiled back, her mood changing in 5 seconds. "He's gonna attack me now so let me just cry. Brenda will probably attack me for a second as well, but when I tell her I have this beauty," She held up the phone number. "She will love me once more!" 

Newt ignored the grins they got from their friends, and rolled their eyes at the female. "He doesn't seem like the type to attack you." 

"He is." Teresa smiled fondly, shaking her head. "Oh shit, I should probably run." 

Before she was about to leave, Newt yelled after her. "Wait, Teresa!" 

She span around, tilting her head. 

They chewed their lip. "Uh.. what does he like? And, thanks." 

She grinned mischievously. "He likes British accents." She winked, running off. "Don't thank me bitch!" 

---- (i know the amount of time skips is annoying)

Newt sat at their desk, groaning over the amount of noise the people in their student accommodation were making. Most of them were their friends, but they were so fucking infuriating sometimes. 

They were trying to do his work, but they just couldn't think. Yes, they had earphones in and were listening to music, but it didn't help at all. It also didn't matter that their door was shut, and every single door up to the common area was shut, as their friends were still the loudest stupid people they had ever met.

They were going to go out for a walk to clear their mind, when a message from an unknown person came through on their phone.

UNKNOWN ID: 

Uhh hi is this Newt? it's Teresaa 

They blinked a few times at the screen, not really knowing what to say and just processing it. When it pinged for the second time, they snapped out of their daze and clicked onto the message to reply.

NEWT(you): 

Oh, yeah it is :)  

They may have overthought it way too much, thinking 'oh my god, I can't do an x because that'd be so fucking cringy' and 'oh my god, I can't not put anything because then it'd be too bitchy'. So, they settled with a smiley face. 

They usually typed like that anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. 

They quickly made a contact for Teresa, typing it in as 'Teresass' because they wanted to. 

TERESASS: 

Okay good i would've cried if it wasn't!! 

They smiled at the reply. They didn't blame her at all - they would've cried themselves if they accidentally messaged some weirdass pedophile who was 69 years old. Or something like that. They didn't really know what to reply to that with, so just sat there. What should they say? 'Okay'?? That'd be too brief, and too awkward. Thankfully, they wouldn't need to think too much about it because another message came through.

TERESASS: 

I'm gonna read the number out to Tom in a minute, I'm with him now. Honestly, I'm assuming you're like "oh my god how the fuck am I supposed to type to him ughhgghgghhgghhg" and having an overthinking moment. 

TERESASS: 

Don't panic first of all 

They rolled their eyes. Don't panic? A bit vague and useless, but whatever. They were definitely going to panic, one way or another. 

NEWT(you):

You know me so well already

TERESASS:

bro it's sort of obvious ur probably going to pop a boner for him in like 5 seconds

Newt blinked at the screen. What happened to the grammar and what the fuck happened to the sort of formality? 

TERESASS: 

its brenda btw im so much cooler than my stupid gf

Oh. That made more sense. 

NEWT(you):

That makes a lot more sense :( give me Teresa back she seems nicer!! 

TERESASS:

fucking nonce i hope you choke on a dick im literally 1000000x better than the fucking rat that steals the fucking hairdryer all day fucking bITCH 

Newt laughed softly. Brenda seemed a lot like Minho, in a way. They could imagine the two getting on quite well.

NEWT(you): 

I'm ever so sorry, you're Majesty, the Hairdryer Queen. But please give me back your girlfriend for like 10 seconds I need actual help 

TERESASS:

fuck no ogh my god sim gojng to go nowa 

NEWT(you): 

You okay there?? Actually, don't answer that. I'm assuming you're not

Newt assumed Teresa stole her phone back and Brenda had a fit trying to prevent her girlfriend from stealing it. Such a sweet relationship dynamic. 

TERESASS:

Sorry Newt! Fucking girlfriend is a bit of a bitch at times :')

NEWT(you): 

It's fine bahah. I live with Minho, I know exactly how you feel 

And they most definitely did. Minho was a fucking bitch and they hated him but they also loved him. Platonically. 

NEWT(you): 

Could you possibly carry on with your explanation of my do not panic regime?? 

TERESASS:

That made no sense.. I love it. 

Newt scoffed. It made a tiny bit of sense. 

TERESASS: 

Anyhow, basically, Thomas uses a keyboard with braille, obviously, and he gets the messages read out to him through his phone because he's cool as fuck. Love him to bits, I swear if you hurt him I'll have your head on my wall <3 

TERESASS:

I will give him your number now.... Keep the threat in mind. 

NEWT(you): 

I'll keep that in mind 

Newt waited a second for a reply, or a new person to message them. Teresa replied first, then a message from another unknown person came through. 

TERESASS:

Good. Now, treat him well and if you take him out then I want him back by 7. 

NEWT(you): 

Yes ma'am 

Newt smiled at the messages. Teresa really seemed to care about her best friend and she acted like quite a mother figure. It was very sweet. 

They nearly had a heart attack when another message came through. 

UNKNOWN ID:

uh hii it's thomas sorry if it takes me a while to message or reply i'm still learning some braille stuff it's really annoying!!! 

Newt grinned like a Cheshire cat, finding the message absolutely adorable.

NEWT(you): 

It's fine!! 

They changed the contact name to 'Thomas'. 

THOMAS:

:) 

THOMAS:

how are you? 

The blond literally squealed like a 5 year old, clutching their phone like it's their lifeline. "Oh my god. I'm so fucking gay." 

NEWT(you): 

I'm good, what about you? 

Newt groaned at their stupid self. "Idiot, idiot, idiot. Fucking idiot." They whined, standing up from their chair at the desk and flopping down on their bed. When a response came through, they rolled over onto their stomach.

THOMAS:

i'm good too, thanks! just really bored to be honest :( 

They bit their lip to suppress a completely dorky smile from appearing too brightly on their lips. "Oh my god." They murmured.

NEWT(you): 

Ahh, no :( all my friends are being actual idiots right now. When I went to the living room area before, I swear Minho was trying to bite into a lemon.. I don't know why I'm friends with him. He's, like I said before, a dickhead.

THOMAS:

he seems a bit odd at times!! not that i'm saying he's odd, i'm sure he's great. but.. lies!! i can tell you really love him :')

Newt giggled like a fucking schoolgirl at how easily Thomas can read them. They took a deep breath. "Okay, calm, Newt. You will not act like a fucking idiot, you are a good social butterfly who is just preparing to spread your wings and- who am I kidding I'm such a fucking idiot." They screamed into their pillow, and it was probably relatively loud because Minho shouted something to him.

"What the fuck Newt, are you okay?" 

Newt groaned, and shouted back down. "NO! GAY PANIC!"

They heard a laugh. "I don't really care then. I don't wanna hear you jerk off though." 

They rolled their eyes, turning their attention back to the phone.

NEWT(you): 

I mean.. he's okay, I suppose. 

Newt built up confidence for a second. Like a millisecond. Before they went back to having a complete gay panic. But honestly, it's Thomas. Who could blame them?

NEWT(you): 

Can you meet up tomorrow? My first lecture is at 1pm so I have the whole morning free. We could go to a cafe? 

They chewed on their nails nervously whilst waiting for a reply. 

THOMAS:

of course! i'd love to. where and when? 

NEWT(you): 

Hm.. Have you ever been to the Glade? 

THOMAS:

i don't think so.

NEWT(you): 

There we go then! The Glade at 10am. Sound good to you?

THOMAS:

sounds great. 

NEWT(you): 

I'll come to your accommodation place to meet you then.

THOMAS:

so posh

Newt scoffed. They were not posh.  

THOMAS:

oh uh if this doesn't sound really awkward then like what are your pronouns? mine are he/him just so you know

Newt smiled.Mission find yourself a man who's accepting, complete.

NEWT(you): 

Why would it be awkward? They/them. Just for the record.. I am not posh!! 

THOMAS:

okay :) thank you 

THOMAS:

whatever you say. 

THOMAS:

i have to go. bye blondie!! 

They stared at the screen for a good two minutes. Blondie? They felt like they were going to die. Newt finally snapped out of it and replied. It was only fair if he got a nickname, too.

NEWT(you): 

Bye, Tommy. 

----

Newt woke up at 9am. Stupidly. Very, very stupidly. They had literally no time left to get read, as they had to 1) do bathroom necessities, 2) get changed and 3) meet Thomas at his place. Which they still needed to ask for.

So, when they woke up, they instantly messaged both Thomas and Teresa for the accommodation details, which shouldn't be too far from their own place. They then went to the toilet and had a shower, then shouted Minho, saying "WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID BITCH, I NEED HELP.". Yeah, the response they got wasn't the best but Minho did help. 

He decided that Newt was going to wear (whether they liked it or not) jeans, a tucked in t-shirt, a flannel shirt and vans trainers. They looked hot, according to Minho.

But then again it's Minho and he's a lying dog half the time so Newt didn't really know whether to believe him or not. They did, in the end, as what else would they wear? They were terrible with finding outfits. Absolutely terrible.

Teresa was quicker to reply, and Newt instantly looked at the message, expecting a 'look after my son' type of response, which they got.

TERESASS:

Look after my son or I'll kill you. Tom said he'll meet you at that weirdass statue near the English block of campus, so go there. I'm coming with him because I need to see my baby off.

Newt rolled their eyes at the parenting. Very sweet, like they said before, but also a bit patronising. More sweet. They already noticed Thomas' friendship with Teresa was exactly that. 

NEWT(you): 

I will look after your son I promise

TERESASS:

You better.

"Minho, I'm going now, bye." Newt called from their front dorm door, slamming it behind them.

They were definitely going to mess up. They could sense it.

——

"You said you didn't want to go on a date?" Minho yelled, pacing around the room, arms in the air. "You fucking idiot."

Newt groaned, putting their head in their hands whilst sat on the sofa. "I know." 

Everything was going well, they sat down, had food and drink, chatted about who knows what, but then Thomas asked Newt whether or not they wanted to go on a date at some point, but they freaked out, and started stuttering then Thomas thought that meant 'no' and the Brit froze and Thomas left.

Thomas was going to hate them. Absolutely despise them.

Minho sighed, shaking his head. Newt hated it. He looked disappointed, which made it 10x worse. "I want you to be happy, Newt." 

Newt licked their lips. "I'm an idiot." They frowned with a groan. "Fuck my life." 

The male smiled softly. "Glad we agree." He sat on the bed, next to the blond and put his hand on their thigh reassuringly. "I've never seen you this pissed off with yourself in ages, y'know." 

"So?" 

Minho suddenly stood up again, going to his desk. He threw something at Newt, making them jump and attempt to catch it, but failing. "I messed Teresa from your phone."

 Newt noticed the object was in fact their own phone, and they looked up in horror. "What the fuck did you do?" 

He put his hands up in fake surrender. "Calm down. I only said it was me, and you felt bad, and you didn't mean to." 

They licked their lips, looking up at Minho.

He seemed to see what they were getting at, and smiled softly. "I haven't checked if she replied or not, check for yourself." 

"Oh, I fucking love and hate you." Newt sighed, unlocking their phone and going to messages.

TERESASS:

Okay, Minho, look, they really messed up and Thomas freaked out. They can come and speak to him if they want to, but I want their head on my wall!!

TERESASS:

I don't hate them, or you, Newt. Just so you know.

Newt let out a relieved breath that they didn't know they were holding. "Oh my god, okay, I need to go and speak to him." They typed back a quick response, standing up whilst doing so.

NEWT(you): 

Oh my god, thank you so much Teresa!! It's Newt, and I'm so sorry but like Minho said, I freaked out like the fucking idiot I am :(

"Go get him, tiger!" Minho yelled, hitting the Brit on their back, quite hard. When they winced, he laughed. "Sorry, Newt.. Or should I say, blondie?" 

"Fuck off!" 

----

Newt knocked on the door, heart thumping. What the fuck were they doing? They had no bloody clue. Absolutely no bloody clue. 

But hey, too late to back out now.

When the door opened, they jumped out of their skin and almost had a heart attack. Teresa was stood there, pissed pout and a raised an eyebrow on her face. "Well?" 

The blond groaned. "Let me see him, please. I'm such an idiot." 

The female rolled her eyes, gesturing with her head for them to follow her. Which they did. They walked into the living room area of the dorm, looking around. 

It was quite plain, a few candles scattered around. Most definitely Teresa's. There were also a few posters. Most definitely Brenda's. 

It was odd, they could instantly tell who owned what in the dorm. 

Then again, it was obvious.

"He's in there." Teresa slit her eyes, crossing her arms. "Don't you dare do anything stupid." She saw their Adam's apple bob and chuckled to herself with a shake of her head. "You're so nervous, I can tell. I am joking. But I'm also not. Well, I'm joking when I say I'll kill you." 

Newt blinked at her. "Uh.. Okay?" They smiled softly at the raven-haired. 

"Okay, bye."

And with that, she left the hallway, leaving Newt and the door that led to Thomas.

And all the plants, of course, but they were irrelevant. 

Newt hesitantly put a hand up to the door, and before they could panic anymore, knocked. "Uhh.. hey. It's Newt. Can I come in?" 

There was a sudden crash, as if someone jumped up and hit their head. The mere sound itself would've usually made Newt laugh but they were absolutely terrified so it didn't. "Oh, uh, sure!" 

Newt opened the door carefully, hearing the blood pump in their ears. 

Thomas was sat at his desk, laptop in front of him. "It has braille on the keyboard, so that's why... yeah, you know." He explained, automatically assuming there was confusion written on the blond's face. Which there was. 

"..Oh." 

There was a bit of an awkward silence, where neither of them really wanted to speak. Newt was the first to speak, but was then cut off by Thomas. "So, uh, I'm really sorry-" 

"It's fine." He shook his head, smiling sweetly. "I messed up, and I take it back. Let's just be friends, yeah?" 

Newt frowned. They did not want to just stay as friends. They wanted to go on a date with him. They wanted to have to look after him and kiss him and love him and- "Yeah. Yeah, alright." 

Thomas nodded, chewing his lip awkwardly. "Alright, then." He let out a small chuckle. "Well, uh, are you gonna head back or do you want to stay here for a bit?" 

The Brit gestured towards the door, before realising they were just doing that for no reason at all. "I'll, uh, I'll head off." They looked at the ground. "Minho needs me, I just wanted to check we were okay."

It was a lie, of course. Minho wanted them to stay with Thomas and cuddle and kiss and be all sweet and lovey-dovey. 

Thomas nodded once more, hand clenching around the mouse which he hadn't taken his hand off once. "Alright, then, Newt. We're okay." 

"Okay." Newt's voice was small and weak and it made them seem pathetic. They headed to the door, putting their hand on the handle. "Okay," They repeated. "Bye, Tommy." 

----

By the time Newt got back, Alby and Frypan were also at their dorm. The 3 were in the kitchen, probably being verbally abused by Frypan.

"Newt! Help! I'm being verbally abused by Frypan!" Yep. 

It didn't take a smartass to guess.

Minho ran towards Newt, but once closer he instantly knew something was wrong and his voice quietened. "What happened?" 

Newt frowned, swallowing down the all too familiar lump in their throat. "Hug. Please." 

The simple murmur resulted in Minho wrapping his arms around the blond, and pulling them closer to him. "You okay?"

"Honestly?" They let out a breathy laugh, shaking their head. "No. I'm a fucking idiot." 

Newt saw Alby nudge Frypan and gesture towards the blond with a frown. The cook span around, a sad expression taking over his face as well. 

They pulled away from the hug with a groan and a sigh. "Why the fuck am I about to cry over a boy I just met yesterday?" 

Minho held up his index finger, opening his mouth to speak.

Alby beat him. "Say it's love at first sight and all 3 of us will kill you."

Newt hummed in agreement. "Yeah, please don't." They paused. "He said he took back asking me on a date. Not in a mean way, but just that it was sort of a mistake and I was just like 'okay' instead of 'fuck no marry me'. So, yeah, I'm an idiot."

Frypan frowned, waking up to them and putting a reassuring hand on their shoulder. "Thomas is the type of person to get freaked out when they do something they regret. He definitely did want to ask you out, but since he didn't get a response, he panicked and thought you didn't want to go out with him."

"So i'm an idiot?"

"No, you're both idiots." Minho supplied.

Frypan scoffed. "Helpful."

"No, Minho has a point." Alby nodded in thought. "They're both fucking oblivious idiots who need help with dating."

Minho grinned. "I like your thoughts."

"They were literally your thoughts. I'm repeating what you said, but expanding it."

"I like them even more then." He rolled his eyes. "We should help them get on a date."

Newt crossed their arms after wiping their eyes with their sleeve. "Die."

They were completely ignored. "Yes, we should. A nice cinema date or something."

"Hello??? Are you forgetting something??"

"Minho, blind people can still watch, listen, to films." Alby rolled his eyes.

Minho pouted immaturely, shaking his head. "But that'd be so boring for him."

"What do you suggest then?"

"Afternoon tea somewhere or a picnic."

"But that-"

Frypan gasped, interrupting the two. "Picnic date! Yes. Do that."

Newt thought for a second. "I could drive him somewhere." 

The banter changed to Frypan and Newt chattering on. "Yes! You could. Also, he loves the simplest things."

"He does?" They paced around. "Also, he'd be able to hear like water running and it'd be relaxing."

"Yes!" He clasped his hands together, looking at the two other males who had very different expressions on their faces. Minho, unsurprisingly, had a proud expression on and Alby was just rolling his eyes. 

  Newt frowned. "I still haven't even asked him on a date, you know. I just sort of got rejected."

Minho rolled his eyes. "You rejected yourself." He shook his head, but grinned and winked in their direction. "But leave that up to us."

"No. Let me ask him out. I need to apologise for being an absolute dimwitted pussy."

——

This was definitely not Newt's smartest idea. 

They decided to just wander up to Thomas' table (Brenda, Teresa and another male who they had never seen before were also sat there) and say hello to him.

Really, really stupid.

So, it went somewhat like this:

Newt: "Hi, Tommy."

Thomas: "Newt? Oh, hi."

Newt: "Uh.. I'm just going to say this before I regret it."

Newt sees Minho giving them a thumbs up and they roll their eyes.

Unnamed male: "Don't roll your eyes at him."

Newt: "I wasn't- It was someone else-"

Unnamed male: "I don't believe you."

Newt: "What-"

Teresa: "Nah it would've been someone else, Aris."

Unnamed male / now named Aris: "Hm."

Thomas: "Sorry about them. I believe you and I cant even see you."

Newt: "Thanks. I was just going to say I think you're pretty cool and...."

Newt has a heart attack mid sentence and sees Minho face palming himself manically.

Thomas: "And...?"

Newt: "And I would like to ask you-"

Heart attack part 2.

Newt: "Your music taste! Yeah, what's your music taste?"

And that's how they ended up having a conversation about bloody Oasis whilst Newt was dying inside.

Minho stormed up to the table, slamming his fists down onto it. "Thomas, go on a date with Newt."

Thomas and Newt both stopped singing to wonderwall, and tensed. Teresa and Brenda were snorting of laughter, and Aris was furrowing his brows in just as confusion as the other 4 were going though.  

"Minho, what the fuck are you doing?" Newt hissed, blushing madly. "I can't fucking believe you."

"Uh, I'm helping you?" Minho deadpanned with an eye roll.

Thomas licked his lips nervously, looking at a spot on the table which suddenly got very interesting to him. "I-"

"You're not being very fucking helpful, Minho!" Newt snapped, shaking their head in utter disbelief and completely cutting Thomas off. "I know you're trying but I really don't fucking want you to mess everything up for me, Min." 

The Korean flinched backwards, eyes wide. "You think I'm messing everything up for you?" His voice was soft and wary, so unlike his usual personality.

Newt stood up, very awkwardly, as it was a picnic table and they wasn't on the edge of it. "This clearly looks like it!"

"What?" Minho frowned and his voice raised. "It's not my fault you're a fucking idiot at times!" 

The blond scoffed and picked up their bag with a huff. "Fuck you, Minho." They turned around to the friendship group and mustered the best smile they could. "Sorry and thank you."

And with that, they stormed off.

——

Newt groaned into their pillow for the 250th time. Or what it felt like the 250th time.

They fucked up. 

Like, really fucked up. 

This wasn't a 'oops-i-spilt-cat-munchies-everywhere' type of fucking up. This was a 'lose-your-best-friend' type of fucking up.

Then again, that was Newt being a dramatic hoe. 

They had fought with Minho many a time, and they got over it within the span of a day. That was just how their friendship worked. 

So, obviously, that would be how it'd be once again.

Probably???

Hopefully??

Maybe not...

No, They forced positive thoughts into their head. They would be optimistic whether they liked it or not. Minho will still be my bestie, wait why the fuck did I say bestie, whatever, anyway, and we will watch brooklyn nine nine like nothing ever happened. Yep, yes, that's what's going to happen. I'll then ugly cry into his chest like a baby over Thomas whilst apologising but it'll be okay... probably.

Newt was snapped out of their rather stupid thoughts by a ping on their  phone.

THOMAS:

let's go on a date

Newt almost choked on their saliva, almost, but caught themselves. What type of message was 'let's go on a date'?!

THOMAS:

that probably sounded really weird...!! but seriously minho spoke some sense into me and i'm asking you on a date. but minho said you already have an idea so i guess i'm asking you out but you're taking me out?

The only thought running through their head was ohmygodohmygodohmygod. It then morphed into how fucking CUTE Thomas was. The messages were adorable to say the least. Then, after their slight gay panic, how amazing Minho was. Minho seriously deserved Newt's multiple apologies that they were about to spam into his phone.

But first, they should probably respond to Thomas.

NEWT(you):

That little shit. Can't believe he asked you out on my behalf but then took it back!! Sorry for running off like that, I freaked out and got pissed off :( I accept your date proposal?? Minho was also correct. I know exactly what I'm going to do! 

NEWT(you):

Well, after I bombard him with apologies, of course

Newt groaned at their stupid self and switched to Minho's contact.

NEWT(you):

Minho I'm so fucking sorry

NEWT(you): 

I love you (no homo) and I messed up and I need to repay you in every way possible!!

They got a response back in less than a minute. Obviously. Minho was obsessed to his stupid phone. 

MEAN-HOE:

finally u recognise my amazingness 

MEAN-HOE:

but seriously sib ilyt and i just want you to be happy 

Newt groaned at the 'sib'. Every since Newt was like 'hey, my pronouns are they/them', Minho refused to call them 'bro' or anything, and instead 'sib'.

The thought was cute, but the actual action? The actual action was just plain out annoying.

NEWT(you):

Call me sib again and I will seriously not do anything for you

MEAN-HOE:

wait.. you actually will do something for me? fuck yeah 

MEAN-HOE:

ok there's 2 things, 1) come to a party with me PLEASE and 2) get urself ur boyfriend BITCH

NEWT(you): 

You know I hate parties :((

MEAN-HOE:

you know i hate helping you :((

Newt scoffed at the sarcasm from their best friend. God, they just adored Minho to pieces. No homo.

NEWT(you): 

Okay fine!! As for the second thing... I got myself a date at least ;)

MEAN-HOE:

you mean i got you a date.

NEWT(you): 

Potato, Potaato

MEAN-HOE:

that doesn't work in chat newt

NEWT(you):

I know 

MEAN-HOE:

:) what time's the date then

Oh. They had completely forgotten to ask or say when.

NEWT(you): 

Uhh, I'll ask now!!

MEAN-HOE: 

numpty

Newt switched contacts to Thomas' contact. Whilst at it, they changed his contact name to 'Tommy <3'. 

NEWT(you): 

I sort of forgot to ask when we're going on a date! When's good for you? :)

Newt cringed at their typing that sounded like a middle-aged woman.

TOMMY <3: 

oh wait i completely forgot too oops baha uhh i can do like i dunno any time saturday 

TOMMY <3: 

wait it's saturday tomorrow fucking brain isn't working 

NEWT(you): 

Tomorrow is good for me too. My brain never works either don't worry 

TOMMY <3:

okay then, tomorrow at 10? is that okay?

NEWT(you):

That's perfectly fine!! 

The blond grinned like a cheshire cat at their amazing skills of being able to get a date. Even though before they failed miserably. They were genuinely ecstatic to say the least. But, they were really going to regret saying they'd go to a party. 

But, before that, they had a picnic date to go to.

----

There was a knock at the door whilst Newt was pacing around, completely stressed by everything. 

They had no clue what they were doing.

Well, they did.

But only just.

Frypan had made the cutest little sandwiches, cakes and scones and he had put them in a picnic basket that Newt was going to take. Alby didn't do anything, and instead sat there and made remarks about how much of an idiot Newt was but also how much Thomas was going to like them. Hypocritical, but whatever. Minho had spoken some sense into Newt, saying "YOU WILL FUCKING MARRY HIM!". Very helpful, and not at all creepy.

Newt still had a heart attack when there was a second knock, and a female's voice saying, "Let me in you fucking hoes!". 

Definitely Brenda.

Minho was the one to open the door, and let Brenda and Thomas in, whilst Newt stood there having a gay panic as Thomas looked absolutely gorgeous and they didn't know how to deal with it and they just could not. 

"Uh.. You look pretty nice- no, you look really pretty nice- wait fuck-" 

Thomas laughed at Newt's embarrassment, his fingers fiddling with the stick he was holding in his hand. "I'm sure you do too, blondie." 

Minho and Brenda both snickered at the pairing. "You two should go then. Chop chop." 

Newt rolled their eyes at Minho's hurrying up mechanism. "Calm the fuck down. We're going."

——

To say Newt had yet another gay panic in the car on the way would be an understatement. 

Thomas had simply asked, "What do you look like?"

Newt didn't really know what to say. They sat for a minute, just thinking, before eventually speaking up.

"Uh.. I have blond hair." 

The brunet chuckled. "That's it?"

They smiled at the sound that came out of their date's mouth. "I mean yeah. If you really want a really angelic view of me then ask Minho for a description."

"Yeah?" Thomas hummed, fiddling with his hands. "Well, I already asked him. He did make you sound quite angelic." 

Newt scoffed. "Trust him to do that without telling me." They shook their head with a sigh. "Well, don't get your hopes up, I'm not an angel, Tommy."

"Oh," Thomas cocked their head to the side with a slight pout. "Your voice sounds angelic, so I wouldn't be that surprised if you were an angel."

Newt nearly crashed the car.

----

"Okay, I know it's not much, but it's pretty and it sounds really nice, and the grass feels really comfy and it also smells really nice." Newt helped Thomas down onto the picnic blanket, a slight blush covering their cheeks. "Sorry if you don't like it. Frypan helped make some food as well. Well, I say helped. I didn't do anything. He did all of it. Frypan's my friend and once again I'm sorry if you don't like it, I'll try and do-" 

"You're rambling." Thomas laughed. "I love it, the birds sound really nice. And the water. Are we near a river?" 

Newt smiled softly and a quiet, relieved breath left their lips. They sat down beside the brunet, hesitantly putting their hand beside his. "It's a sort of mini waterfall. It's weird, but I like it here. It's my sort of place, I come here when I want to get away from people, you know?" 

"And you're showing, well, sort of showing, it to me?" The brunet genuinely felt touched. Nobody, literally nobody, had done anything this sweet for him. 

 "I mean.. yeah." 

Thomas intertwined their fingers, clearly being the one with more confidence in that specific time. "How sweet." He snickered. 

Newt gasped in offence. "Excuse me! You were just telling me how angelic I am and now you're making fun of me for my angelic qualities?" 

He shrugged. "Seems about right." 

"Screw you." They huffed, pulling their hand away and reaching towards the sandwiches. "Do you want a sandwich or a cheese scone or something?" 

Thomas recoiled, confusion written on his face. "What the fuck? A cheese scone?" 

"Uh.. yeah, they're the best." Newt rolled their eyes, taking a bite out of one. "They're so good. They're better warm with some butter, but they're good like this too." 

"You're fucking insane." He shook his head with a laugh. He paused and made grabby hands. "Give me one." 

"Hypocrisy at its finest!" They exclaimed dramatically, but still handed one over and watched him take a bite. "You better love it or I don't think this is gonna work." 

They definitely did not think this was gonna work when Thomas gagged in disgust. "I think you just poisoned me." 

"You have such little faith in me." They pouted. "Don't insult cheese scones like that, I swear." 

Thomas shook his head in disapproval. "If we're going on this route, do you like yum-yums?" 

"Ew. No. They're too sweet." They could not stop the 'like you' thought from appearing in their head, embarrassingly. 

"Ew you."

"No! Ew you." 

"I said ew you first." 

Newt barked out a laugh at their stupidity, and Thomas quickly joined in. "How romantic." 

The brunet hummed in agreement, reaching out for Newt and pulling them back when he touched their hip or waist. He didn't know. "Very romantic." 

They sat in silence for a bit, just enjoying the peace and quiet of each other. They closed their eyes for a while, taking in the sounds of birds chirping, the water running and their breathing that calmed the other down with ease. The occasional sniff was heard from Newt, and Thomas literally thought they were crying more than once, but the content sigh that was heard afterwards clearly indicated that they definitely weren't. 

Newt was the first to speak up, not moving a muscle. "Can I see your eyes?" Thomas visibly tensed, causing the other to frown. "You don't have to show me." 

"I mean, they're just ugly." The brunet shrugged. Newt didn't miss the way he was fiddling with his hands once more, and the way he licked his lips nervously. 

"Who told you that?" They ran a hand up and down Thomas' leg, turning around to be able to face him. "I'm sure they're not. Plus, even if they were, which they are NOT, they wouldn't scare me away." 

Thomas pouted. "Insecurity told me that, blondie." He laughed softly but it held no humour and it made Newt frown more. "Are you seriously sure, though?" 

"Yes." 

"I mean, okay. You can run away but if you do then Tess might kill you." He smiled warily and the mere thought of someone starting to hate the brunet because of his eyes made Newt want to kill someone. Possibly.

"Trust me, Teresa has threatened me many a time for me to know that she's not joking." They laughed. 

Thomas smiled. "Okay, then." 

Newt watched his Adam's apple bob slightly, but then drew their attention back to his eyes. He carefully took his glasses off his face and put them on the side, eyes still snapped closed. 

Newt genuinely thought they were going to die when he opened his eyes.  

Thomas' eyes were beautiful. They were milky and magnificent and just plain out gorgeous. Newt's breath hitched in his throat as they hesitantly brought their hands up to cup his face.

"You're gorgeous." 

The two words went straight to Thomas' heart, making it do 100 leaps in the air. He swore it shot straight up to his throat, and prevented him from saying anything at all. He was, overall, completely glad that they didn't leave him, and instead did the complete opposite thing. Compliment him. 

When he finally remembered how to speak, he put his hand on Newt's other hand that was still on his thigh. "Thank you." 

Newt hummed, and when they sighed happily, Thomas only realised then that they were actually quite close. 

Neither had any idea where Newt's confidence came from when they spoke up. "Can I kiss you?" 

They both flinched and Newt started stuttering like an idiot. "If you don't want to, then that's-that's fine! I don't want to pressurize you, you know, uh, yeah, it's seriously fine-" 

Thomas chuckled, shaking his head disbelievingly. "You're rambling again." His head tilted up slightly. "If I could see you, then I would've kissed you by now. But I don't want to accidentally kiss your eye or nostril or something." 

The blond barked out a laugh, leaning closer. "Right then, Tommy." They grinned. "Should I kiss you then?" 

"Yes," Thomas smiled. A beautiful smile. "Yes, blondie. You should." 

Newt met Thomas' lips with their own. 

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