@troyesivan: @connorfranta can i marry you holy fuck @connorfranta: @troyesivan buy me aesthetics first - where two boys fall in love via twitter.

How would you feel if you had a clock on your wrist that told you to the exact second when you are going to meet your soul mate? The love of your life. The one that you are suppose to spend the rest of your life with. For Troye, a hit man working for the notorious Dan and Phil, and Connor, a highly experienced photographer also working for the notorious Dan and Phil, this a reality. What will happen when Troye is assigned to kill the person that he is destined to spend the rest of his life with? What will happen when they realize that they are meant to be? What will happen when the clock hits 00:00:00:00?

/ / WE'RE HOLLOW LIKE THE BOTTLES THAT WE DRAIN / /

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.

they were best friends until the crash. then, connor has an imaginary friend. then, he forgets. years later, troye comes back, and he's very, very real. - told from the pov of connor and an oc, his twin sister. troye's kind an asshole in this. highly unrecommend.

Connor Franta: an 18 year old orphan who escaped his foster home at 14 and has been on the run with a group of nationally-known teen criminals ever since. Then he gets caught. Waking up in a prison facility, Connor realizes why La Crescent, Minnesota holds the birthplace of his nightmares. He will learn why that so called "nightmare" was the last day of his childhood and how his father changed everything. Not to mention beginning high school life for the first time as a senior on probation and what happens when he runs into a certain blue eyed boy. Rated M for dark themes and explicit language 43.684k words | #62 in Tronnor *I wrote this a few years ago so please excuse small grammar and story holes every now and then*

where connor takes photographs for his website and hates smoking while troye performs his songs at a club and smokes. WARNING: yes, i am romancing smoking. dom!troye

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)

the one where troye forgets the one person who was always there for him.

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.