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.

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)

22 year old Troye Sivan is the new worldwide sensation: breaking records with each album and becoming one of the most desired men on the globe. Being far away from his friends and family, while also finding it difficult to find a long-lasting connection, he develops an addiction to sex and paying someone to spend each night with him. Slowly losing his once bubbly side he used to have, he is left with a dark and mysterious side that no-one believes they can break. However, a certain guest he invites into his hotel room one night pulls and interesting glint in Troye's eye, and eventually their relationship develops. This is a smutty fanfiction but there will be only a small amount of triggering material but no deaths in this fanfiction, there may also be a little bit of fluff as the story progresses. My inspiration from this story is heavily inspired by colour-me-troyler 'Escort' which if you haven't read it by now, I seriously advise you to. It's literally one of the best Troyler fanfictions out there! Constructive critisism is seriously appreciated! I am a newbie :) Thanks for reading x

"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and move on, and live the life he has been gifted with, even after the tragedy. But Connor doesn't want that. He keeps in mind the same series of noises over and over, every day, just to get by and to convince himself that it wasn't just a dream. That it happened. That it was real. That he was real. For the past ten years he has been moving from place to place, with barely any interest to accommodate himself. That is until he reaches that town... and meets him. Funny, how it works in the ways of the heart.

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?