Dallon Weekes plays violin for passerby on the downtown street. Every once in a while, a coin or a dollar gets dropped into the instrument's case. At the end of the day, all Dallon cares about is the numbers. Ryan Seaman works at the small coffee shop on the corner. He sees Dallon almost every day, since the shop seems to be the violinist's favorite spot. Ryan listens to Dallon as well, when he gets the chance. But how will Dallon react when he finds a different kind of number buried in the violin case?

Alex smokes a pack a day as Jack sips on lemon juice. Alex works at a pizza restaurant as Jack does his maths homework. Alex thinks he's going nowhere in life while Jack wants to become a history teacher. They don't like each other all that much, but they listen to each other standing by their opposite windows.

Kellin wants to die. Vic wants him to live. It seems simple, but nothing about the way he stopped him from ending his life is simple. Kellin had a plan. Vic complicated things by forcing a breath of life back into him. He didn't think he wanted it. But something about the way Vic is standing there, with his heart in his hand, makes him think that maybe, just maybe, he was meant to be alive. [Trigger Warning]

Kellin, a hypersexual 18 year old meets the man of his dreams. The only problem being, it's his 26 year old widower therapist. How long will Vic keep up his professional facade before he gives in to the persistent boy? ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains: - Smut - Mentions of death - Suicidal actions - Rape - Abuse

(TRIGGER WARNING. Contains many suicide themes) After a bad break-up with his boyfriend, Kellin feels like he's left with nothing, so he attempts suicide. Now he's thrown into suicide watch and there's only one person who he feels like opening up to; the positive and cheery volunteer, Vic.

in which awsten makes a tumblr blog for the new year -- awsten: if i died, u would cry once. its like your cat dying, not even your favorite cat. just one that was always existing but you never really was attached to. awsten: maybe dying is the better option, like everyone is so scared of dying bc they like living sm but what if dying is actually the ultimate to living, how dinner is good but dessert is better. death is the dessert. -- {completed} t/w: depression, suicide, self harm.

louis has a bucketlist. go sky-diving. learn how to count backwards from 10 in spanish. order every thing from the starbucks menu a day, and mostly, last but not least, fall in love. maybe or maybe not with a curly haired, green eyed boy who works at starbucks. who knows? cover by me-hA JK IM NOT THAT TALENTED. this lovely cover was made by @glowinglouis, a real sweetheart she is. and she writes AMAZING stories so you should go check those out too.

luke is the leader of the bad boys at school, aka the thunderbirds, and has a reputation to uphold. but it's hard to do that when there's a certain cute nerdy boy standing in the way. [set in the 50s] [lowercase intended] © 1940sluke | 2016

"He doesn't have anyone, no friends, no family." The nurse snapped. "You might as well get out of here too, he doesn't even know you." "That's the best part," Michael replied with a small smile. "Talking to someone you don't know. Besides, I'm already on my way out." He entered room 213 two minutes after he usually comes around. "Sorry I'm late." he mumbles, sitting down beside the bed. "I've been telling you a lot of secrets lately." Michael chuckles sadly, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. "You probably can't hear me and I'm a complete stranger but there's one secret I'm not ready to tell anyone." Michael continues, looking down at the coma patient. "I'm not ready to tell you either."