hacked // a newtmas au

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Newt saw Thomas before Thomas saw him. Newt's mouth instantly went dry and his stomach made itself well known by trying to escape Newt's body.

Tommy was like HOT.

He had dark brown hair that was brushed out of his face and tucked into a dark red beanie. He also unfairly had the warmest looking brown eyes. Thomas had a pair of thick rimmed glasses on his face which contradicted with what he said when he told Minho he didn't wear glasses weeks ago. The little freckles and moles on his skin were beyond captivating. He had on a game T-Shirt and jeans that were cuffed at the bottom which showed off his converse.

Newt was so fucked.

Thomas' eyes locked on him then and he gave him a look. Newt smiled sheepishly and then Thomas was grinning and practically bolting towards him.

Newt barely had time to process what was happening before Thomas' body slammed into his and he wrapped his arms around Newt.
Chills shot down Newt's back but he hesitantly wrapped his arms around Thomas' shoulders. Thomas pressed his face into Newt's shoulders and trapped him with his arms locked around his back. Newt could feel the heat rising to his face but he closed his eyes and hugged Thomas a little tighter.

Newt liked hugs. Newt really liked hugs.

Thomas eventually pulled back and the giant smile on his face was enough to make Newt's heart absolutely melt.

"Hi," he breathed out.

"H-Hi," Newt stammered, mentally cursing himself for sounding so stupid.

"You're taller than I thought," Thomas said as he looked up slightly at Newt. Newt had about two inches on him which was barely anything but he was taller.

"You're not as ugly as I hoped." Newt's eyes widened. "I just actually said that to you oh my god."

Thomas burst out laughing at that. "I still like your accent."

Newt rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah whatever, you and your weird britt fetish."

Thomas' smile widened and Newt decided he wanted to see that look everyday for the rest of his pathetic life.

"It's not a fetish persay, I'd call it a kink-"

Newt pushed him gently which Thomas took as an excuse to pull him into another hug.

"This is so surreal," Thomas whispered practically in Newt's ear which made him almost lose his shit.

Newt nodded into his shoulder and let out a breath. Did he mention he really fucking liked hugs, hugs from Thomas specifically.

"Come on," Newt said as he cleared his throat. "You're probably hungry."

Thomas nodded as he tightened the straps of his backpack. "Yes oh my god, I'm starving. I had nothing but a really stale muffin and- you know what it doesn't matter. Did you text T?"

Newt shook his head. "No, I'll do it now."

Thomas nodded as he looked around the station. "I've never been to Buffalo before."

Newt hummed as he typed out a fast message to Teresa.

Newt: just picked him up

Newt: and holy fuck is he hot.

When they got to Newt's house, his mom was home. Newt said a silent prayer that she wouldn't be embarrassing as they walked through the front door. Newt muttered a hi to her, trying painfully to ignore the double take she did when Thomas walked in behind him.

"We'll be in the basement!" Newt called as he practically dragged Thomas down there before his mother could even say a word.

As soon as they got to the bottom of the stairs, Thomas jumped on his computer set up.