Tyler and Troye have chemistry, there is no denying that. But will their chemistry be enough to overcome all the curve-balls life keeps throwing at them? When nothing seems to be going right will Troye get over his feelings for Tyler or will it prove to be more than just your average teenage crush?

Tyler Oakley and Troye Sivan met a year ago at Playlist Live and nothing has ever been the same. Millions ship them as a couple called a troyler. What will happen if they fall in love? Will they tell their fans? How will everyone react? Most importantly, what happens behind the scenes?

Troye leaves Australia and moves to the US to follow his dream of working in one of the biggest film companies in the world. Owned by, the one and only, Tyler Oakley. He has been obsessed with Tyler's work for years now, but his complete a utter admiration for the young film magnate could lead him down a path and lifestyle he might not like that much, at first. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- IMPORTANT - HIGHLY explicit (SMUT WARNING). No self-harm, but I don’t know if some of the content could be triggering somehow. Expect also a lot of drama and some fluffy scenes as the story develops. This is an AU (Alternative Universe) which means the character descriptions might not match the real ones, completely. (Age, sexuality, height, weight, traits, etc. May vary slightly) Also, please take into consideration that I speak Spanish even though the story is written in English. So expect some grammatical errors and either point them out nicely or deal with them until I get an editor, if I ever do. That being said, any constructive criticism is always welcomed. Please enjoy x.

19 year old Troye Sivan suffers from the hate from his former fans and the constant loosing of friendship. The only way to fix it, and make him happy.. Is self harm. On the other hand 25 year old Tyler is the only person left to help the broken boy and his depression.

Set in Autumn 2016. Troye has a year-long working visa allowing him to live in America with Tyler. The issue of Troye's fast-expiring visa has the two men remembering the development of their relationship, and with their memories come several thoughts to consider. Mature content warning. 18+ No self harm or abuse. Written in 2014. On hold due to health issues. More status details in my bio.

Troye flys to America for vidcon but little does he know he will fall in love with his YouTube crush Tyler Oakley

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?

"For Troye’s seventeenth birthday he gets driving lessons. Well actually more importantly, he gets Tyler Oakley." Troye Sivan has never been in love before. In fact he has only ever been in love with his laptop. Until a quirky blonde ends up driving him crazy.

"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**