Tyler Oakley is a semi-famous YouTuber, who is adored widely and deeply by his fans. He, like most celebrities and famous people, get lots of fan-mail. But what happens when one day, he receives a letter with no return address, no name signed anywhere, telling Tyler of of one boy's admittedly sucky life? Will Tyler learn about the mystery person? Is it someone close to him? Will he learn about someone's deepest secrets that no one else knows, even though they might not have ever even talked in real life? Or will he learn more about one of his best friends without even knowing it? Tyler will do anything to pair a face with the anonymous, raw voice of the letters, each signed with, 'Yours Truly, Me'. He just wants to help this boy get through his troubles and comfort him and tell him that someone is there for him and that someone is listening. POVs will be mainly Tyler and Troye. Some parts from other YouTubers. No self-harm or smut. Yours Truly, Me: Outtakes out now as another book

"He's completely and utterly insane, so, Tyler, stay away from Troye Sivan."

"Life isn't about finding yourself, it is about creating yourself" **WARNING** Triggering content. If you are bothered by it please resist reading this :)

Troye Sivan Is a high school outcast. He's closeted, insecure, & depressed. Tyler Oakley is a popular, and openly gay. With a bad reputation as a bully. What happens when tyler gets stuck with choir as his Elective senior year? Will he notice the broken boy in the shadows?... TRIGGER WARNING

Sad troyler one-shot

"Hello." He hissed out of the corner of the dark room, I dared to call mine. He sounded distant, but I still cowered to direct my attention towards him. I soon felt cold air on the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around. His eyes were red like flames, clothes disheveled and torn. Even though his soul appeared dark, the pink in his lips was still prominent. His pitch black hair stood perfectly on top of his face that screamed beauty and danger. But the slightest blood stains on his hands reminded me of what he really was. A pair of lips barely touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I've been waiting," he whispered against my skin. He was my childhood monster. He was just a demon. He was The Midnight Man. And I think I loved him. //First book of the series// **please don't steal this. if you do ur a dick**

What if you could hear them? The thoughts they deigned not reasonable enough to say out loud, the things not suitable for even a giggly teenage gossip conversation. Would it be a blessing or a curse? Troye, the unlucky teenager bestowed with this 'gift', thinks of it as a curse, with good reason. Do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship with someone when you know exactly what they think of you? Impossible. It's impossible. Or at least that's what Troye thinks, considering he's given up on even trying to make it work. He's different, people shun different. People hate different. And it's better to go under the radar, to be nothing, than to be hated. Right? Tyler, on the other hand, has taken a different approach to a similar problem. No, he can't 'read minds', but he does have a part of himself he doesn't want a soul to know about. He's quarterback, every girl's dream guy, an academic mastermind, and he's also gay. He's seen how different kids get treated, hell, he's been the one to treat them that way before. Why on Earth would he ever wish that on himself? No, it's easier to hide, to be someone you're not, than to be hated. Right?