A series of Tronnor one-shots based off of each song from Blue Neighbourhood.

From the town to the kitchen, desperation to simplicity, the first look to the last; I present to you a collection of AUs, angst, fluff and much, much more. Take a look into a diverse world of Tronnor, full of short-and-sweet tales that are there when a quickie sounds the best. When all you need is just a special in-between.

Troye Mellet is not popular. He's middle class in the teenage hierarchy and the head of the bitter kids. Cocky "populars" and superficial teens are his enemies, and high-school society his hell. But, behind the social ruse that is his hatred, there is a deep sadness. Loneliness; bottled and festering into complete misery. Connor Franta is popular, and he is weighed down by that label. He's the shyest one of his group, the vulnerable one, the easiest one to tease. Terrified of losing his "friends," even with their constant bullying, Connor's life is a whirlwind of anxiety. He's miserable, but the idea of sitting alone at lunch shakes him to his core. When a group of underdog teachers notice their unfortunate similarities, these seemingly polar opposites are brought together. Both boys find life-altering answers, love and comfort within a person they've been trained to hate. After all, since when did the truest kind of love care about status? TW: self-harm, eating disorders, talk of suicide, gun violence, smoking. (Nothing to the extent of a mature content filter)

{ON INDEFINITE HIATUS} It is such a cliché. A town so small everyone knows each other's middle name. A friendly little coffee shop with wine-coloured walls. The soft-spoken owner hears whispers over the counter: a mysterious, fashionable stranger arrived that morning. And he is a sort of beautiful Connor has only seen in magazines. Boy meets boy, and they both know their plot together is short, unattached and basic. That is, until a pastry, a month and an offer is given. And that exhausted story you've heard so many times... ...becomes wonderful.

A place to post some random oneshots that I sporadically write.

Here is what we know: - Connor and Troye are hopelessly in love - 20% of people who suffer an eating disorder will die without treatment - 2-3% of people who suffer an eating disorder will die with treatment - Life is not fair; even the flowers know this

Connor thinks that Troye is a narcissistic asshole who only does one-night stands. Troye thinks that Connor is an obnoxious jock who is friends only with fuckboys. They are both wrong.

Sometimes Talon looks at the ocean and thinks he wants to die, the changing tide drawing him towards some higher plane of existence. The stars beg him to reach for them, to stretch out his hands and pretend that he can fly for as long as it takes to step off the ledge. The branches on every tree he passes call out for a rope to be wrapped around them, promising to hold steady against his weight. The thing is, though, that it's a little more complicated than some kind of suicidal urge. The thing is, it's not even that he really wants to die. It's more like everything around him does. He knows that he's wrong. He has to be. There's not a single part of him that could ever abandon a world with Jude Heath still in it. Even something as twisted as fate wouldn't dare pull them apart.

Every relationship begins in the first nanosecond. It introduces itself in a minute, and sets in by the the hour. A new day is a spectacle by it's lonesome, let alone with six following. Seven consecutive sets of twenty-four hours, waking up next to him and falling asleep in his arms. One-hundred and sixty-eight hours of scatter-plot kisses. Six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds of just being his. Troye and Connor cannot predict the ups and downs and discoveries made during their first week as boyfriends, but they live it like it'll be the best ten thousand and eighty minutes of their lives.