Newt.

PROPERTY OF WICKED: SUBJECT A5; THE GLUE. Newt. 17. Second in Command. District one | The Dragon District | House 103

[a5-thenewt-blog]

It had not taken long for the blond to notice that Thomas had been missing. "Tommy?!" He gasped as he awoke with a start. The nightmares of WICKED would never let him be and normally the two boys would talk about it until they felt better or fell back asleep. However tonight was vastly different. "Tommy?!" He called out upon noticing that the spot in the bed had been completely bare beside him. The blankets were ruffled, but the brunette had been gone. His scent was there but his boyfriend was not and it had made his heart race. Was this all a lie, was this another trial? 

"Thomas this is not funny, slim it n-now!" His voice wavered as he pulled himself from the bed to slowly explore their still in tact home. Everything was the same, but no Thomas. Thomas wouldn't run out on him, would he? He had not known many people and trust was straight out the window. Newt had before an agoraphobic and had suffered from such horrible PTSD. Thomas was his cure. Tommy was different, wasn't he? Living room? No Thomas. Kitchen...? "Tom.." No reply. Room by room he searched but to no avail. His boyfriend was simply missing. 

How does one do the correct thing. He wondered. Newt had not known a world like this at all. Pulling on a cardigan, the Brit locked up the home that felt so empty. Nervous the skittish man searched the streets before considering officials. "Thomas? Where are you!? Seriously you shuckface, this isn't funny.." He called out his hands slipping into his pockets with a shiver. "Excuse me, have you seen a man about yea tall, brown hair, clumsy as ever..." He asked the nearest person, fear across his pale face.

[a5-thenewt-blog]

“𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚'𝕞 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘”

[superpotterwholockflash]

Me talking about my otp to my friends.

[acemrson]

are they gay

me, watching anything ever (via quotablequill)

[a5-thenewt-blog]

Newt's eyes widened as he pulled back with a bright and cheery smile. "You got a job?!" He asked happily as he pulled his boyfriend back in for a loving embrace. Sure they were both petrified about what this town had to offer, but so far so good as he gave a nod. "I would love a dog that was exactly like us. Would it be so wrong to name them Bark?" The life Newt had known before the swipe and WICKED was nothing but shit. Scorching weather, random snow, oh yeah and an entire swat team of WICKED's men murdering his parents just to get Lizzie (Sonya). They could have left him. He was not immune, but a wonderful test subject he would be. How long could an not immune kid stay sane inside a habitat and how long would it take for him to crank out once outside of the confinement of their habitats and mazes. All he knew was the Glade, each Glader his brother, his landmark his doing. He had lied when he told Thomas it was just Alby, had Thomas not had the swipe too, he'd remember that. Alby, Minho, Gally and Newt were merely four of fifty boys sent up first. Surely because Stephen was becoming too close to these subjects. The Glade was all he knew, to know it was gone now would leave the Brit torn. Deep down he was sad, it was home for three years. Another part of his sad good riddance. He and Minho had been determined to find a way out. "It doesn't matter what the job is, I am proud of you! I have to see a modern or whatever Medjack about my ankle before I consider a job..." He sighed as he moved to sit down merely from pain. "Then again, I heard some shuck on that thing.." He points to the television. "Talkin bout something about injured people like me gettin paid to sit on their ass." He joked but was considering it.

[a5-thenewt-blog]

Newt smiled softly as his eyes searched Tommy's. The man could never be ugly in his book. If he were to describe Thomas in all the gorgeous terms of endearment, let alone fondness, it would never read that Thomas was ugly. That was Chuckie being Chuckie and as for Gally he was always a pretentious little shit in Newt's eyes. Well, he wasn't like that at all before the changing. None of that even mattered anymore. They had been in this town, safe, for several days now. He was starting to feel safe. No one wanted to test them. No one has checked in them and there was no Rat Man. Safety felt so perfect, especially while he was in Tommy's embrace. He couldn't help but smile more as he reached up to sweep away some of the brunette's disheveled hair. The concept of owning a dog had only reminded him that poor Bark was lost. "Of course we can get a dog, I miss Bark.." He murmured the last bit sadly. He really was fond of the dog.

[a5-thenewt-blog]

Those words repeated had meant the very World to Newt, though he had no real comprehension of how this World even worked. To him it was almost obvious. This had to have been before the Flare outbreak but he had been too frightened to relay this terrifying thought to his new boyfriend. His long and slender fingers reached up to comb playfully throughout the slightly younger and half and inch shorter male - yet neither knew id=f the height was simply based on hair, but Newt didn't care -. "I really like the sound of that too, it makes me feel safer." He admitted, as if he had forgotten that Thomas and Theresa had made the Maze. None of that truly mattered to Newt anymore though. They finally had a chance to live. He finally had the chance to be with Tommy like a real couple. As the brunette's lips met his own, his lanky arms serpentine around Thomas' neck as he melted into the kiss with a contented hum. Oh yeah, he could definitely get use to this. Nothing felt more perfect to him than the way his own scrawny body molded perfectly with the Brunette's. "Soo, do this mean we have three extra bedrooms?" He asked meekly with a pink hue burning upon his high cheekbones.

[a5-thenewt-blog]

Word could not merely express just how much Thomas had meant to the blonde. He could sit there for ever with the soft strum of Tommy's heat beating against his own. In a million years, did Newt ever dream he'd get this moment. Not just with Thomas, but with anyone in general. To Newt, life was like a puzzle and I he was trying to help pick up the pieces, he had happened to found the one that he, himself had been missing. The stupid shank before him had completed him and he still was too wacker to even find the correct words to tell the poor shank. Starting with I love you and be mine was a bloody good start in his book. He'd work his way up to pouring his heart out to the beautiful brunette that he got to call his boyfriend. Newt nodded and gave a cheery smile. It was probably the first real smile in a long while. "I do too." He concurred before happily kissing him back. Thomas being here had made him feel less alone and he was more than thrilled that they had opted to not talk about what had happened between the two of them. It would only hurt and ruin things. He loved Thomas and he hoped he loved him truly. "I sincerely think we're safe, you dumb shank... but just in case, wanna stay in my room in case of the Green Team?"

[a5-thenewt-blog]

Thomas' words had brought a smile to Newt's lips as his eyes searched the brunette's quickly. "Really?!" He asked with slight astonishment, as if the other Glader would have said no. The blonde had been a bit vapid about must things in the Glade, having hated the Creators for it all, though unbeknownst to him, he had fallen hard for one of the two actual Creators. As the brunette pulled him in close, he let out a soft hum, entirely lulled by the younger Glader's heartbeat. "My boyfriend" He whispered softly, the smile could be heard in his voice. His fingers found his boyfriend's and laced together. Never did he actually imagine to be this happy. This was the most incredible feeling Newt had ever felt. Cautiously, he pulled back a bit to press a soft kiss to Tommy's lips.

[a5-thenewt-blog]

To say that Thomas was slow was bit of an understatement, but what the Greenie lacked in quickness, he made up for in ingenuity and Newt loved that about the fellow Glader. WICKED could rob them of their memories but they could never stop the bond the drew the two near one another. It was fate alone that WICKED temporarily roomed them in the same medical room. It must have been that very same fate that had brought him back to life and roomed him up with the brunette now. His forehead lulled forward, coming to a rest upon Tommy's. A small shiver raced down his spine as Thomas' fingers traced over his own tattoo before finder one another's hands and lacing them together. "I like you Tommy." He whispered, the words like were barely strong enough to convey his feelings for the brunette, but at least he now he knew. His face came to a rest in the nape of the younger Glader's neck. "Please be mine, Tommy."

[a5-thenewt-blog]

"Minho?!" Newt gasped in what could best be described as utter appallment as he shook his head, letting his eyes seep into the nook between his index finger and thumb as he shook his head. Oh shuck no would it have ever have been the Keeper of the Runners. Minho was his best friend, this was true, but even if Minho were here, he'd laugh and call Thomas a shuckface. He rubbed his eyes a bit more and laughed. "No." It wasn't until Thomas finally got it that a real smile had appeared upon the Brit's face. He had not smiled quite like that since the day Thomas had given them all hope, an escape from the Maze. However it was the brunette's words that pulled that simple smile from ear to ear. "I am?" He asked incredulously. He had always hoped that Thomas had felt the same way, felt the blonde's eyes lingering upon him almost every day. If either of them could remember before their swipes, their days we like that when they were younger. Fiercely loyal over one another. It was for Newt that Thomas had entered the Maze Trials. But neither would remember that. Thomas had opted out of his memories and Newt was a different story. None of that mattered now as Thomas' lips crashed into his own once again and the blonde's cheek came to a rest within Tommy's palm. He could get use to this.

[g0ldenruless]

send me “have you evers” and I can only reply with “yes” or “no”

[a5-thenewt-blog]

Newt watched as Thomas sat down and he couldn't help but continue to pace in place before glancing back at the Greenie. Did it just sound like his heart broke? It made the blonde instantly shake his head. "No, Tommy...please don't look so sad." He asked as he bent down in front of the other Glader and took his hands within his on. "Is it the buggin oblivious to you, Tommy?" He asked, a faint smile pulling up at the corner of his lips. Though he was scared, he felt as if he was Thomas, nothing bad could happen -- aside from the bad that had clearly had happened to the two boys. "You see, shuckface, the person I have a crush on, means the very world to me. He's my best friend and has given me such hope and then some." He added as to drop subtle hints but had become nervous and pulled back. What if Thomas felt nothing for him and this was all in his head and it showed as he paced back and forth murmuring the words "stupid. stupid." Over and over again as his fingers raked though his golden locks. His eyes caught Thomas' once again, this time Tommy was standing right in front of him. "You make me happy, Tommy." He whispered, his eyes searching Thomas' before placing a heart felt, yet chaste kiss to the brunette's lips. "You're my crush. You deserve to be happy too, Tommy."

[a5-thenewt-blog]

Just the mere sight of Thomas calmed Newt down and made him shake his head. "Yea, I'm right and cheery." He admitted though cheery was far from the word he wanted to use. Perhaps the word was nervous, scared, paranoid... yeah one of those would have worked but instead he said, cheery. He quickly studied the other man, "Are you okay?" He asked from where he sat in the chair. "Tommy?" He said the other's name once again, his gaze finding the ground once again. Why the hell way this so bloody hard? His gaze moved about the wall that made up the home's living room. There will always be walls, but maybe these ones were safe. "I.." The nerves ate away at him as his fingers moved to pick at his cuticles. "I have a crush on someone.." He admitted. No names but he had to see how Thomas reacted just to the words. Newt never showed interest in anyone before, to say those words now, he knew it had to have been odd. "The thing is... I don't know, if they like me back.." He murmured as he still picked at his fingers. "I know I shouldn't be thinking happy lovey thoughts when we barely know if we're safe, but this person makes me feel safe."

[a5-thenewt-blog]

Newt was hardly use to the town known as Salem. The world seemed to be thriving and no one was sick but how could he tell if this wasn't a trick by WICKED or not. At least he had Thomas here with him. He loved that Shank more than he did the rest of the Gladers. Only a few and a few meaning Minho and Alby knew the truth about Newt and being the only gay Glader was rather difficult. It was harder to keep quiet about it. It wasn't until Tommy arrived that he felt hope and had developed a crush on the other and perhaps he was reading into things but he felt that maybe the Greenie felt the same. The blonde wandered out into the living room and sat down on a chair. His tongue ran across his lower lips, his eyes remained on the ground. He wanted to feel safe. His gaze caught Tommy's. "Tommy?" He asked, maybe he should tell him. What did he have to lose?

@a2intheglade

[a5-thenewt-blog]

The blonde couldn't help but fear the dread of what could be and what had happened to them. He couldn't explain where the others had went off to. Maybe the Flat Trans purposefully separated them all, it was WICKED after all. After everything they all have/had done to rescue Minho and everyone else. All the fighting and running they had been doing, Newt was tired of it. All the ex-runner wanted was peace and if it was with the brunette beside him, he was all for it. He had wanted nothing but that since hazelnut eyes met chocolate ones. He brushed away the tired tears with his dirty and used red and black WICKED jacket he had woken up in. The outfit was one of which they stole on their rescue mission and he hated it. It reminded him of how much he had hated Ava Paige and the Rat Man, everything that WICKED had stood for. As Thomas wrapped his arm around him, Newt lost all control of whatever leadership and strength he had left in him and collapsed into small soft sobs against Thomas' chest. "Can't we please just pretend. Please?" He begged as he pulled back, hating how weak he felt just then but it didn't matter because Tommy had already seen him at his worst. He gave a nod at the younger man's words. "Good that." He mumbled softly. "As long as I have you, Tommy."

[newtemotions]

Thomas on Maze Runner: The Death Cure set