thomas isn't into music, well he enjoys it casually, but he comes no where near close to being as obsessed with it as his younger sister is // when rose's friends are away she drags her older brother to her favorite place to watch local bands // little did thomas know a night of live music would lead him to becoming smitten with a certain blonde guitar player who goes by the name of newt

For seventeen year old Newt, the number ten is everything. Ten steps. Ten times you must snap your fingers. Ten nods of your head. Ten. When he's put in a mental institution for his extreme OCD, depression and anxiety, he meets some unlikely friends. And possibly the boy he's been looking for his whole life. But can he trust him? (also on AO3 under ava_kay) WARNING: content may be TRIGGERING for some (deals with various mental illnesses) most characters from The Maze Runner by James Dashner, I do not own them. p.s.- if newt says anything that seems ignorant towards mental illnesses, please know I'm trying to portray a teenager who doesn't understand yet, and that he eventually will understand!

"My, my, love. Are you sure you want to leave such a cruel world behind?" Far beyond the horizon, clouds gathered-throbbing, budding, menacing. Time was slipping through their fingers. "What can be worse than this?" A slow, wicked smile split his face in two. Oh how delightfully wild he looked! So wild, so dangerous. He stretched out a hand. She took it without hesitation. And that, dear friends, is how she dug her own grave. #book1 in the cursed artefact's series This is a Rewrite of Demetre!

Sequel to Breathe ⭐️ Reddie :) Nyctophilia. Noun; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

"You seem pretty soft for being a member of an illegal organization." "Looks can be deceiving." "Maybe, but you're an open book."

In which two of seven were dating, two of seven were pining after another, two of seven were friends with benefits, one of seven was mildly confused.

"You're poetry, Richie Tozier."

In which Eddie leaves Derry for the summer to stay with his aunt. Then he meets Richie.

An ember of the coldest flame, dances through the burning plains. And though the ice shall never melt, the embers land, on glacial sand This is just a collection of my poetry. I will attempt to balance out the ratio of lighthearted, happy poems to dark poems, but I tend to write darker poetry. If one poem is especially triggering or something, I'll try to put a warning at the beginning. I will try to update regularly, but don't expect new poems every day.

not mine!!!!!!! creds go to SoloChaos on archive of our own just another copy of the forest fic make sure you have tissues