Lucy omg this hurt my soul to write you’re evil I love you thank you for the prompt
Just a note: this might be a bit triggering bc Newt is pretty sad and kinda hates himself a lot (I can’t write about Newt being happy I’m sorry) so just be safe I suppose!!!
Newtmas for Important (one character explaining why the other is so important to them):
Newt didn’t have good days. Newt had bad days, slightly less bad days, and really really bad days. Most of the time, Newt could manage all three relatively on his own, but occasionally Newt’s sadness became too much for him to handle alone.
“T-Tommy?” Newt asked through the phone upon hearing Thomas’ voice after the third ring.
“What’s wrong, Newt?” The troubled tone of Thomas’ words made Newt feel bad for worrying him so much.
“I - er - I know it’s really late,” Newt glanced at the clock hanging on his bedroom wall. 12:57 AM. “But I think I need you to come over. Like right now.” He paced back and forth at the foot of his bed, his unoccupied hand rummaging itself through his disheveled blond curls.
“Are you okay?” Thomas inquired, and Newt could already hear shuffling on the other end of the line as Thomas hurried to get dressed.
“No. I just - I’m having a rough night and I need you to get here before I do something I’ll seriously regret tomorrow.” Newt shook his head, willing away the rising panic in his chest. He hoped he would be able to make it the ten minutes it would take Thomas to get to him.
“I’m on my way, okay?” Newt heard keys rattling. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?” As much as Newt wished he could say yes, he knew it wasn’t a good idea.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Tommy, not when you’re driving.”
Thomas had to hold in a laugh at how motherly Newt sounded, because it was anything but the time for laughing.
“Okay,” A car door slammed on Thomas’ end of the line. “Then I need to go. I’ll be there in a few minutes, yeah? Just be safe for a few more minutes please. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Tommy. Thank you.” Newt sighed before hanging up and tossing his phone onto his bed. He continued pacing for all of three minutes, until an immense wave of anxiety and self deprecation drenched him to the core and his legs failed to hold up against it. He slumped to the floor, his back leaning against the farthest wall from the door. He hastily drew his knees to his chest and buried his face between them, desperate to keep the tears that threatened to spill at bay. With each pressing second his patience grew thinner and his wrists grew itchier, and he willed Thomas to arrive quicker. After what felt like forever, his wish was granted when he heard the door to his apartment open and close - Thomas had a key.
“Newt? Where are you?” The fear was evident in the wavers of Thomas’ words as he stepped into Newt’s apartment.
“In here!” Newt yelled, hoping his muffled voice would carry despite his face being hidden. Thomas identified quickly where Newt’s indication had come from, and he quickly appeared in Newt’s bedroom. The dim light of the bedside lamp caused minimal assistance in Thomas’ vision, and it took him a panicked moment to find Newt curled up on the floor. Thomas strode quickly to where Newt was, and dropped to sit with his legs crossed in front of him as to be level with the blond.
“Newt?” Thomas placed a hand on Newt’s shoulder, and Newt jumped slightly, bringing his head up to look at Thomas. The moment Newt saw the pained and concerned look on Thomas’ face was the moment any hope of control went out the window, and the moisture brimming in his eyes began to streak down his cheeks. “Oh, Newt, c’mere,” The brunet tugged softly on the front of Newt’s legs and patted his own hips. Newt knew what it meant, for they had been in this exact situation many times before. He shuffled forward to Thomas’ lap, wrapping his legs around Thomas’ waist and his arms around Thomas’ neck. He rested his head on his boyfriend’s clavicle, his tears falling over Thomas’ collarbone.
“What’s wrong, doll?” Thomas cooed, one of his arms securing around Newt’s waist whilst he fingered through Newt’s hair comfortingly with the other hand.
“I don’t know. I - I was fine an hour ago, but I just suddenly felt incredibly unimportant and didn’t know who else to call.” Newt sniffled.
“Unimportant?” Thomas mumbled questioningly.
“How do you mean?”
“I mean I could disappear off the face of the buggin’ planet and it wouldn’t matter. No one would care.” Newt spoke flatly. He felt Thomas draw in a sharp breath.
“I would care. You know I would care, right?” Thomas tried to hide the worry in his voice because he knew it would trouble Newt.
“You’d get over it.” Newt mumbled, barely audible.
“No, Newt, I wouldn’t.” Thomas’ voice hardened a bit in seriousness. “Look at me,” He brought his thumb and forefinger to Newt’s chin, tilting Newt’s head so his eyes met Newt’s glossy ones. “You are so unimaginably important to me. Okay? I need you. I have no idea what I would do without you.” Thomas closed his eyes, his forehead pressing against Newt’s, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “You mean everything to me, Newt. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you and I need you to understand how important you truly are to me.”
Newt couldn’t find his words for the life of him, and he felt an overwhelming amount of affection for Thomas bubble in his chest. He replied the best way he could; he closed the small gap between him and his boyfriend when he pressed their lips together lightly. It tasted of salt, for Newt was still crying.
“Thank you.” He whispered as he pulled away minimally. “I love you so much.” He kissed Thomas again quickly. Thomas just smiled sincerely and pulled Newt in for a hug.
“Let’s go lie down, yeah?” Thomas murmured into Newt’s hair. Newt simply nodded.
Thomas fumbled to pull him and Newt to the bed where they would remain for the night, Thomas’ arms around him fighting off the thoughts that threatened Newt’s head. For the first time in a while, Newt thought tomorrow might be a good day.
that was a bit longer than I anticipated for a drabble omg but I hope you like it!!!
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