Troye Sivan. Yes, me. The man you've been following for years. Some of the grandest and most foul times of my life.
The last time you saw me, I was homeless under a bridge. Under a bridge where rocks crumbles and cars went rummidy rummy rummady. The place where I was forced to comply and be one with nature. I didn't die, surprisingly.
Things changed, I got a job at a flower shop, I was taken in by the owner of the store, and I lived a quiet life with a lady as my best friend.
Now I stand, walking up the stairs to my penthouse in the Bronx, with many envelopes full of checks for one person and one person only; me.
Catching me in a shock, I find one of the envelopes is from none other than Bixenman Inc.
The papers fall to the floor as I do as well, falling into putty.
"No..." I whisper.
"It couldn't be."
I break open the envelope and unfold the letter. Tears fall, I cover my mouth as I read out the two letters.
Marry Me?
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a/n: i love you all endlessly. thank you for your time <3
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sued into submission 🌷 tracob
Fanfiction"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder. i clench my jaw, taking it. "all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."
