"I take back every nice thing I ever said to you," I said. My head fell to the table with a thud. "Sorry, I have a no-return policy," Newt replied. "All of your sweet-nothing's have already been stored in the bank." "I'll burn the bank down." The table muffled my words. "I'll sue you for more sweet-nothings." I rolled my eyes, too tired to reply. Newt leaned back in his seat and took a sip of his chocolate milk. We were quiet for a moment until he spoke up again. "You'll be hearing from my lawyer," he muttered coyly with a smile. // Newt Lahey is known for his absolutely horrible luck. It's a curious thing, because he's also the friendliest, most patient, kind kid in the senior class. Everyone knows he's happy, even if they can't understand why under his circumstances. Thomas Freehold used to be popular. He took a major fall when he cheated on his girlfriend, the most popular girl in the grade. Now, as most of the grade turns their back on him in disgust, he finds that there's really only one person who seems to forgive him for his mistakes, accept him for his faults. It sucks that that person is Newt Lahey, but Thomas isn't really in a position to be too greedy anymore. It's an odd friendship, blooming from odd circumstances. But somehow, miraculously, it works. As the two grow closer, in friendship and in love, Thomas learns a very important lesson: Not everything is as it seems. Newt, of course, is the prime example of that.

A collection of Newtmas and Dylmas oneshots based on their infinite love. Warning: this fic countains the following: angst fluff suicide death and possibly more. please read with caution.

to be s.o. cup of tea {idiom} = (nach) jds. Geschmack sein, ein englisches Sprichwort ❝ Gut, dass sie nach dieser Szene fertig waren. Außer, dass sie sich nicht voneinander lösten, sondern in dieser Position verweilten. „Danke, Thomas.", Dylan hob seinen Kopf, sich noch nicht vollkommen bewusst, dass nicht er es war, der angesprochen wurde, sondern der junge Mann hinter ihm, der mittlerweile von ihm zurückgetreten war und als Antwort leicht nickte. ❞ (Auszug aus dem ersten Kapitel) Alle Rechte sind Eigentum der jeweiligen Eigentümer.

;; some people are just unfortunate -loss /lôs,läs/ noun the state or feeling of grief when deprived of someone or something of value. -sav·ior /ˈsāvyər/ noun one who saves another from any form of danger. -re·cov·er·y /rəˈkəv(ə)rē/ noun a return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength. -Thomas and Newt warnings: trigger warnings, cutting, blood, swearing, smut, depression, many many issues

DISCONTINUED ❝that is the most dangerous and venturesome idea i have ever heard. we could be abducted, captured, killed, you name it!❞ ❝so you're in?❞ ❝of course i am.❞ ••• thirty-six days. twenty-six celebrity disappearances. seemingly gone from existence. not a single trace left. ••• thomas brodie sangster has had a relaxed life since he finished the death cure press tour. he's stayed at home; away from the media, reflecting his life. however, one day a celebrity seems to disappear off the face of the earth. no tweets, no photos secretly taken of them, no publicity. nothing. no one can figure out what has happened to them. their family has no leads, no one's seen any trace of them, not even the highest-end detective can track them down. five days later, it happens to another celebrity. then again four days after that. then three. then two. then one. and then it became a daily occurrence. one celebrity disappearing from the world. families are freaking out. anyone famous is told to stay inside with security. by the thirty-sixth day, twenty-six celebrities are gone. celebrities are being escorted around the planet; moving to a different place every couple of days. of course thomas is scared, but he's been staying inside for the past two months anyway. it's not like anything could happen to him. right? however, when his good friend, dylan o'brien, comes banging on his hotel door at 2:30 in the morning, thomas knows he's about to embark on the most dangerous journey of his life. 07.26.18: #36 in dylmas

"summer friends don't stay."

an au in which eight year old thomas moves into an oddly constructed house

He was blonde, tall and perfect. In his hand he gripped firmly to a long wooden stick, as if his life depended on it. Thomas looked back at this boy's face, but then gasped. His eyes were a glazed cloudy, unseen grey. The boy was blind. [will no longer be updating.]

❝ he felt lost without the broken boy. ❞ a newtmas fanfiction credit to james dashner © 2017 | -stcrlight