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troye: talk is overrated let's just vibe jay: oh fuck off
"that's right, just leave me here... alone... just like i knew you would." {tracob}
troye mellet is a thief, and a damn good one at that. most have heard of him. most don't understand him. and jacob bixenman is the fbi agent who can never seem to catch him.
in which one accidentally sends nudes to the other.
troye sivan moves to los angeles to pursue his singing career. connor franta lives in the apartment next door to his. the apartment walls are thin as paper. troye sivan has a boyfriend named carlos. connor wishes he had a boyfriend named troye. they're friends. * begun: march 6, 2016 ended: * warning(s): some anxiety...
he had paint on his hands and for the first time in a long time troye wanted to touch someone //long way home // låpsley// *could be triggering for some people. mentions of abuse, anxiety, and depression. please be safe.*
[sequel to 'accents'] "connor, breathe." soothed troye. connor took a deep breathe. "may i remind you that we already had sex like three times, already. each time gets better." or the one where connor's cafe 'accents' has been becoming more popular and troye got a nose ring.
"well maybe i just want to keep you occupied while i shamefully look into your eyes!" "you're a lost cause. i'm out of here." or, connor owns a coffee shop called 'accents' where punk-boy troye likes to hang out and stare at connor's butt as he serves coffee.
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 has insomnia but it's okay he'll always know troye will be there in the morning *trigger warning*
❝hi, i think you're really cute.❞ ❝hi anon, i think you're wrong.❞ ♢ ♢ ♢ boyxboy connor franta + troye sivan lowercase intended
where troye and connor meet on twitter. dom!troye #358 in fanfiction :) ♡
AU: Connor sends a text message to a wrong number by accident. Things progress from there. (note, this fic has been modified from an original Glee fic, and is not my own work)
this is a book of me and you, a book of who we are and how we came to be, a book of our firsts and how sweet they are. so please, my lovely, enjoy. - with best regards, your best friend, troye (short story & chapters, lower case intended)
the same as kik 1 except this one has less drama and more gays. this is set only a few hours after kik 1 [ book 2 of 2 ] [ warnings: cursing, character death, possibly triggering content, high angst ]
daddy urie has started a chat! daddy urie: be free gay ones [ highest rank: #1 in #moodie ] [ book 1 of 2 ] [ warnings: cursing ]
Troye is the stereotypical bad ass who always gets himself into trouble, never listens to the rules, and has no friends (Other than Hannah Hart). Hannah usually tries to stop Troye, but fails and just ends up joining him in his mischief anyways. Nobody can break Troye. That is, until he meets Connor, who discovers th...
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...
Troye Sivan is used to the streets. That's where he was found when he was three; the streets of Sydney, Australia, an orphan all alone in the rain. But when he was adopted, he thought the streets would never become his lifestyle again. He had a home, a family, a life. It's amazing how one simple fact can change that a...
Epilogue coming late July, 2018. noun 1. an extra part or extension that is or can be attached to something to perform a particular function. (i.e. a computer file appended to an e-mail) 2. the condition of being attached to something or someone, in particular. (i.e. affection, fondness, or sympathy for someon...
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 mis...