Troye Sivan and Tyler Oakley are the best of friends. But Troye Sivan and Tyler Oakley have always had feelings for each other; ones that exceed way past the friendship level, and ones that they swore they'd never act on. But would the influence of a single alcoholic beverage change that? SMUT WARNING. If you don't know what that means, I suggest you either: a: back out and run for your life or b: search it up and make sure you're 99.9% comfortable with it before proceeding to read. Enjoy! ©

Tyler & Troye have been best friends for as long as they could remember. They grew up together, went to school together, laughed, cried, did everything together. They have been through it all, but Troye has been in love with Tyler since the age of 12, Ty being 18, their age gaps conflicting. As years go on, Tyler begins to realize that Troye seems to be the one for him, but creating a distance when he ignored Troye for a solid 7 years. They both began on revealing their emotions towards each other when reunited on Troye's 19th Birthday, Tyler now being 25, trying to work out their relationship kinks. But everything changes when they both meet a handsome guy named Connor Franta that could bring Troyler together or absolutely tear them apart. Which one will prevail in the end? Troyler, Tronnor, Conler, Tronler, or possibly none? BEST RANKINGS AS OF JUNE 2019: #86 in Troyler!! #151 in Tronnor #137 in Tyler Oakley #205 in Connor Franta #275 in Troye Sivan #63 in OTPs

This fan fic has all that normal stuff. There's some flirting (while discussing safety), blushing (when creating singing videos), kissing (with a six year old twink watching), midnight visits to the park (when meeting with your stalker/black mailer), Zoe moments (when stealing top secret files), tearjerking moments (after braking into a house), hot beach walks (after experiencing a tree being lit on fire), dinner dates (with mind reading waitresses), and um, other completely normal aspects of life. ~ could be triggering, no smut & a crap ton of innuendos

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?

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

a series of troyler short-stories and one-shots --- credit for the cover goes to @xsillytilly

"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**

Troye wants experience and who better to help him than his best friend? Tyler has had feelings for Troye for a while and sees this arrangement as his only chance to be with him. Will two weeks of being friends with benefits bring them closer or tear them apart? *Smut Warning. Obviously. Look at the title. No triggering material!*

Just some Troyler one-shots :) (send me requests for one-shots if you have something you wanna see)