ok newtmas but like based off that one ep where amy shoots jake because he said to in brooklyn nine-nine because jake is being held by figgis 

but it's a secret dating au and newt and thomas are supposed to be enemies and they act like they are

i read shatter me (now going to read the other books but i need to borrow them from my friend first) and it's so good but it's also cringe but i love it

It was going fine.

Well, as 'fine' as a fight between two gangs can go, really. A few gunshots, mostly to WICKED's people, but nobody really cared. Except maybe for the people who got shot. Understandably, they'd be a tad upset. 

But Newt and Thomas? Ha. They'd done this plenty of times. Pretend to fight, then, you know, made out for twenty years in private somewhere. Without anyone knowing. 

They were 'enemies', after all. 

Anyhoo, Newt and Thomas had done this many a time, and weren't worried. But, their relationship was getting a bit more omgomgomg<3 cute<33, so they were, understandably, a bit more hesitant to attack each other.

Definitely didn't stop them, of course.

But maybe made them say stuff they didn't want to.

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"Get the fuck off me!" Newt spat, twisting around and bending Thomas' arm, kicking the brunet's feet to make him drop onto the floor. "I don't need your filthy American disgusting hands all over me. Eurgh." He grimaced, wiping his hands on his trousers before getting something out the back of his trousers. 

A gun, more specifically. 

Newt smiled sinisterly, cocking the gun and his head to the side, mischief written all over his face. He aimed the gun right at Thomas' head. "Any last words, love?"

Newt knew he fucked up when Thomas looked at him, wide-eyed, and then he knew he really fucked up when there was a loud 'NEWT????' that was definitely Minho. Yep. Definitely, definitely Minho.

Thomas just cleared his throat loudly, too loudly, and looked away before looking back at Newt. He licked his lips nervously, begging that nobody else heard. They probably did, but hey, oh well? "You're in America, blondie. You're gonna get the 'filthy American hands' all over you." 

Newt swore he saw a wink, and he felt his face heat up but did he ignore it? Yes, he most certainly did. "I didn't-"

A hand was strung around Newt's neck, shutting him up and pulling him back. He dropped the gun in a reflex, trying to release the hand around his neck in an attempt to allow him to breathe properly, but it was useless. He could feel the cold metal of a gun on his neck, and he swallowed thickly as he recognised the voice instantly. "Tell me the truth or I'll shoot him, Thomas." 

Thomas leapt up, picking up his own gun and aiming it at the male holding Newt. "There's nothing you don't know, Janson." 

Janson scoffed and shook his head with an amused smile plastered on his ugly rat face. "Is that so? Why are you aiming a gun at me if he's just another Right Arm member, then?"

Thomas knew there would be no way out of it. He was not getting away with this. So, he did the only other thing: blackmail.

"Shoot him and I'll shoot myself, Janson." He lifted the gun to his own head, and looked at Janson dead in the eye.

If the action surprised the rat, then he was very good at hiding his shock, or getting rid of it quickly. He just smiled. Ew. "Romeo and Juliet, eh? I should've known you'd be a sucker for romance. Quite obvious, now I think about it." A pause whilst he looked between both males. "You won't shoot yourself, anyway."

Thomas didn't respond, just hummed and looked at Newt. 

Newt, who had been staring at Thomas for 2924837283 hours and nodding down at his legs then looking at the gun in his lover's hands. 

The brunet just simply nodded back. He wasn't stupid, he just lacked a bit of common sense occasionally. 

And so, without missing a beat, moved the gun to point ahead and then shot Newt in the leg.

Janson jumped back and dropped Newt onto the floor. "What the fuck. You shot him?" He shook his head, eyes wide. He probably got the gist of the glares the Right Arm were giving him and he ran off. He didn't want to die today, thanks.

Thomas instantly jumped to Newt's side, pressing a hand to his leg in panic. "Fuck, sorry."

Newt just huffed, wincing. "You only like Taylor Swift."

There was a laugh from beside them, but they ignored it and continued with their conversion.

The brunet knitted his brows together and wrapped something around his upper leg, above the bullet wound. "What? How has that got to do with anything?"

Newt smiled. "He said we're like Romeo and Juliet. Love story, Taylor Swift, you know?"

writing this gave me a headache i did not take this seriously at all

really tempted to write smut