newt and thomas drinking together and newt pointing towards minho really does something to me every single time like “hey greenie my boyfriend is actually the keeper of the runners wanna be our third” “what” “what”
winter solider! Thomas au WIP - where Thomas didn’t slide under the door in time and janson brainwashes him to become the perfect weapon at his disposal
minho eating an ice cream filled toasted marshmallow because I had one recently and I wanted to spread my joy to him
small announcement under the cut (for sizing sake)
hey you all!
I'll likely be taking a small break from posting and/or extending the amount of time I'll be taking between posts to 3-4 days!
To simply put it: I'm doing this because my mental health has recently decided to decline rapidly- and I know that if I continue posting as consistently and as rapidly as I've been doing that I'll likely further burn myself out and become worse.
don't get me wrong, I love posting to you all!! I love talking to you all, I love seeing your comments and I love sharing my love for my interests, but for the sake of keeping myself stable: I think that this is the best course of action!
(I'll likely be lurking on the tmr tag & reblogging stuff too, so look out for me!)
and with that said, I'll catch you all in a bit! have fun! ^^
so, college au where thomas is a broke college student but he always makes time out of his day to feed the pigeons. he lives in nyc btw in a shitty little apartment with a shitter job and often times he has to choose paying rent over eating. but he always makes time out of his day to feed the pigeons because it makes him feel good about himself despite the lingering college debt hanging over his head.
and one day the pigeons watch as thomas tries to push himself up off a bench to go home, but he’s so exhausted and overworked and hungry that he collapses. the pigeons r like omg wtf he can’t die here.
and when thomas wakes up he thinks he is hallucinating because like. holy shit why r all these pigeons so fucking huge and talking to him. only to find out that the pigeons decided that okay we’ll temporarily give him the ability to shape shift into their kind. which. okay cool thomas can fly now but he looks like a pigeon. y’know what. he’ll take it.
so thomas is free to go around and steal bagels and stuff because whoses gonna stop him he’s a pigeon! except like two weeks into flying around everywhere & not paying $3 mta bus fare & stealing “ free ” food his wings become injured.
and he can’t shift back into human form with an injured wing because it can injure his human body and thats medical debt thomas doesn’t really have the money for but he needs to work. he wandering down the subway platform, waddling down with wing that drags across the dirty concrete floor — when he’s suddenly scooped up and pushed up against a thick chest. and thomas is like what the fuckkk and he looks up and he meets the saddest pitiful gaze he has ever seen in his life its literally like a wet dog looking down at him. there’s another set of cold fingers running over his feathers and shushing him, and he’s met with an equally pitiful wet dog look and thomas wonders if he accidentally fell on the tracks and is about to be taken to heaven by these two angels which, he wouldn’t argue about if they wanted to take thomas away.
ok just came back from the grocery so ! they kinda take thomas away, via the train, and he’s brought back to a cute little apartment. minho, which is the guy thats holding him so close to his strong chest, is commanded by newt to drop him inside the bathroom and shut the door quickly, which he agrees.
thomas is placed inside the bathroom sink before the door slams shut, and he waits there until newt & minho return, in pjs and random medical supplies.
“huh. he’s not freaking out.” newt says, and thomas tilts his head. “maybe he hit a window?”
“hi, baby.” minho coos at him, scooping thomas back up and sitting on the toilet. “can we take a look at your wing?”
thomas doesn’t dare move, afraid he’ll come off as too human, so newt takes that as a yes to lift up his wing to inspect the damage. thomas feels a jolt of pain run through his body and his wings flap, but minho only grips him tighter. “it’s okay baby, newtie’s gonna make it all better, okay?”
newt wraps his wing in gauze while minho gives him head scratches and words of encouragement and telling thomas he’s doing so well for him, and god if thomas wasn’t a pigeon right now he’d look sunburnt with how flustered these words are making him.
eventually, they drop him on the kitchen counter while they look for something to eat, and minho places a hamburger bread for thomas to pick at. thomas doesn’t, but instead waddle over to the plain pasta newt’s pushed to the side and pick at it instead.
“he’s got expensive taste.” minho points out, taking the plate of pasta away from thomas. thomas, unable to help himself, lets out a sad coo, and minho instantly begins to hand feed thomas in smaller pasta sizes instead. “maybe he used to belong to someone, newt. we should check facebook.”
“i doubt it. wandering the subway tracks alone? with a broken wing? even if he did belong to someone, he’d have a tag around his ankle.”
this is all i have for the au so far but im speedrunning this fr ALSO this is what thomas looks like as a pigeon bc why not ok gn
thomas not knowing how to preen his pin feathers, so while minewt is taking care of him, they help release the keratin in his feathers and thomas can’t help but look at how cool his new feathers look in the mirror and cooing happily. thomas does not know preening can also be done by a birds mate.
thomas’s name given by minho is literally greenie. newt calls him brownie because “greenie doesn’t make any sense minho he’s not on your track team.” “yeah but if he was a human i’d bet he’d be really fast.”
minewt become extremely attached to their new pigeon and every corner he turns ,,, there they are ,,, with a phone in their hands ,,,
at some point that week minho comes home with a missing flyer in hand, and thomas’s heart drops. because on that flyer is none other than thomas.
they are also extremely reluctant to part with thomas after his wing is healed, asking if thomas would rather stay with them. thomas wants to, terribly, but he’s a human. he’s missed far too many classes already and hasn’t answered his brothers phone calls and his friends must be worried sick.
thomas tries to build a nest. keyword, tries. he just re-enforces the stereotype that pigeons are terrible at building nests. minho & newt gather all sorts of scrap twigs and cotton swabs and bread bag ties to try and help thomas — but its no use.
minho tried getting thomas a bird cage. thomas flipped out and wouldn’t leave the bathroom, and minho apologized a lot and even gave him a kiss on his injured wing. which, okay, all is forgiven then.
so, college au where thomas is a broke college student but he always makes time out of his day to feed the pigeons. he lives in nyc btw in a shitty little apartment with a shitter job and often times he has to choose paying rent over eating. but he always makes time out of his day to feed the pigeons because it makes him feel good about himself despite the lingering college debt hanging over his head.
and one day the pigeons watch as thomas tries to push himself up off a bench to go home, but he’s so exhausted and overworked and hungry that he collapses. the pigeons r like omg wtf he can’t die here.
and when thomas wakes up he thinks he is hallucinating because like. holy shit why r all these pigeons so fucking huge and talking to him. only to find out that the pigeons decided that okay we’ll temporarily give him the ability to shape shift into their kind. which. okay cool thomas can fly now but he looks like a pigeon. y’know what. he’ll take it.
so thomas is free to go around and steal bagels and stuff because whoses gonna stop him he’s a pigeon! except like two weeks into flying around everywhere & not paying $3 mta bus fare & stealing “ free ” food his wings become injured.
and he can’t shift back into human form with an injured wing because it can injure his human body and thats medical debt thomas doesn’t really have the money for but he needs to work. he wandering down the subway platform, waddling down with wing that drags across the dirty concrete floor — when he’s suddenly scooped up and pushed up against a thick chest. and thomas is like what the fuckkk and he looks up and he meets the saddest pitiful gaze he has ever seen in his life its literally like a wet dog looking down at him. there’s another set of cold fingers running over his feathers and shushing him, and he’s met with an equally pitiful wet dog look and thomas wonders if he accidentally fell on the tracks and is about to be taken to heaven by these two angels which, he wouldn’t argue about if they wanted to take thomas away.
ok just came back from the grocery so ! they kinda take thomas away, via the train, and he’s brought back to a cute little apartment. minho, which is the guy thats holding him so close to his strong chest, is commanded by newt to drop him inside the bathroom and shut the door quickly, which he agrees.
thomas is placed inside the bathroom sink before the door slams shut, and he waits there until newt & minho return, in pjs and random medical supplies.
“huh. he’s not freaking out.” newt says, and thomas tilts his head. “maybe he hit a window?”
“hi, baby.” minho coos at him, scooping thomas back up and sitting on the toilet. “can we take a look at your wing?”
thomas doesn’t dare move, afraid he’ll come off as too human, so newt takes that as a yes to lift up his wing to inspect the damage. thomas feels a jolt of pain run through his body and his wings flap, but minho only grips him tighter. “it’s okay baby, newtie’s gonna make it all better, okay?”
newt wraps his wing in gauze while minho gives him head scratches and words of encouragement and telling thomas he’s doing so well for him, and god if thomas wasn’t a pigeon right now he’d look sunburnt with how flustered these words are making him.
eventually, they drop him on the kitchen counter while they look for something to eat, and minho places a hamburger bread for thomas to pick at. thomas doesn’t, but instead waddle over to the plain pasta newt’s pushed to the side and pick at it instead.
“he’s got expensive taste.” minho points out, taking the plate of pasta away from thomas. thomas, unable to help himself, lets out a sad coo, and minho instantly begins to hand feed thomas in smaller pasta sizes instead. “maybe he used to belong to someone, newt. we should check facebook.”
“i doubt it. wandering the subway tracks alone? with a broken wing? even if he did belong to someone, he’d have a tag around his ankle.”
this is all i have for the au so far but im speedrunning this fr ALSO this is what thomas looks like as a pigeon bc why not ok gn
the shark in your water — a thomas/minho, minho/newt "the little mermaid" au
Thomas dreams of the surface, of humans, and of Minho. Despite the promise of all of his wishes coming true, giving up his tail for true love might cost him much more than just his voice.
read on ao3 ♡ for @ficwip's once upon a prompt week
squinky sized newtmas ,,, they r so cute 😭😭😭😭😭 so small only need one popcorn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 minho needs to tuck them into his harness or else he will lose them 😭😭😭😭😭😭 ur thominewt is so cute 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
thank you 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹!!!!! so much 🥲🥲🥹🥲🥲🥹🥹!!!!!
I honestly love drawing them in the stupid little dinky form I do every now and then: and yes I agree he needs to store them in his harness or they will get lost: but the question is.... what way would he hold them?
GO GO GO ANSWER NOW
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secret 3rd option (neither, they dissapear and reappear at will)
i have a senario in my head where ws thomas watches minho grind against newt’s boot and confess all the dirty things he’s imagined doing to thomas and thomas is so turned on and so scared that he runs away after he watches minho spill inside his pants as newt cries out thomas’s name with minho’s mouth wrapped around his dick.
hmmm & thomas helping janson kidnap minho during tst ,,, watching as minho gets experimented on in TDC and thomas tries to look away at one point but minho calls out his name, his real name and tells thomas to continue watching as they torture minho further me thinks …
and so that night the cameras in minho’s cell shut off and minho blinks, once, twice, and thomas is standing at the foot of his bed asking why minho told him to watch. minho tells thomas that deep down thomas knows that what wckd is doing is wrong, and he wouldn’t be so close to someone he’s meant to kill if thomas didn’t subconsciously know it either.
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