Everyone has one. On their wrist. Initials. Your soulmate's initials. The ultimate OTP. You guys are meant to be. Here's the catch. You've got to find your soulmate before you are 26 years old. But for Tyler Oakley, time is running out. highest ranking #142 in fanfiction

Troye walks into class one day, completely normal day, when suddenly he's handed an envelope by the teacher. Every student had received a pen pal from America that they would have to write letters to, just to create new bonds and learn about people outside of Australia. Problem is, Troye hates his pen pal and the assignment. Tyler, In America, thought the school project was stupid. Why would he want to write about his life to a stranger? He sent a paragraph, the minimum requirement, to his pen pal and was shocked when he received a letter back, more than a page long and was instantly entranced into the life of Troye Sivan Mellet. Follow their love story as they bond closer throughout their letters and throughout their lives *****(NOTHING VERY TRIGGERING BUT THERE ARE WEIGHT INSECURITIES AND SOME STRONG HOMOPHOBIA)*****

"Even though you are a demon, the bloody antichrist, you are warm and you are my light. And I know that in this hellish eternity, I'll be ok. I'll be with you." //Sequel to The Midnight Man// probably will never finish

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?

"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**