[sequel to 'accents'] "connor, breathe." soothed troye. connor took a deep breathe. "may i remind you that we already had sex like three times, already. each time gets better." or the one where connor's cafe 'accents' has been becoming more popular and troye got a nose ring.

contains disney movies, picnics, flower metaphors, roller skating, plastic stars, stolen journals, lake water, anonymous mixtapes, first place medals, bomber jackets, short skirts, and gender (or the lack of it). ------------------------------------------------ ♡ nonbinary!troye tronnor au ♡

"He's my best friend." highest rank: #237

nothing had ever felt so right in his life. and yet, troye had never felt such fear in all his 17 years.

Everything seemed perfect for Troye and Connor. Their YouTube channels were growing and as Troyes singing career took off Connors interest in photography grew in his free time. Troye noticed Connors interest in photos and for their anniversary he gives him a beautiful camera and attaches a note to the top. 'For you to take the picture of a life time, love, Troye x' And that is exactly what Connor set out to do, although as something unexpected happens, suddenly that picture is going to seem a whole lot harder to get...

A lot can happen in one night, as Allison Walker finds out when she meets Connor Franta in an alley outside of an LA nightclub. As their friendship grows, Connor and Allison find themselves trying to sort out a mess of exes, house parties, and Ben & Jerry's. Lines are drawn, crossed, and drawn again as they try to make it through a summer filled with late nights and city lights.

Dan Howell takes up a opportunity to travel halfway across the world to be an exchange student. Phil Lester is appalled when his parents decide to tackle the challenge of housing an exchange student to 'straighten him out' from his aggressive teenager ways.

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)

Dear Ricky, It's been two months without you, already. I'm slowly dying on the inside. I never got to hold your hand and take you out to nice places, I never got the chance to call you mine, or the chance to treat you like a completely spoiled King. All because of my mistake. I still hear the voices echoing throughout my beaten-up mind. The ones that most likely messed up your head forever? The gun shots, the police yelling throughout the building.. everything that happened that night. I could still remember your body tightly pressed to mine in the last minutes we were allowed to share together. You were crying, and I was rocking you back and forth in my arms. Back then, you never knew how I felt for you. The kiss we shared? I made you believe you were drugged. I kissed you, because I feel something for you; but I made a huge mistake, and I never got the chance to tell you how much you really meant to me. I messed up, Ricky. I hope you'll get this. I can't come home now, but I'll be home with you before you know it. I'll be able to hold your small, fragile body in my arms. I don't know if you feel the same about me. You were in such a haze the night I left, I couldn't make out what you were saying, at all. It's all a blur, now, but I remember what you said to me that night. I cherished those words every second that I've been gone, hoping to see you soon. I swear to you, Richard Porter Dillon. I will be home soon. With love, Kian Lawley. - ❝You thought you'd just walk out of that place with a perfect life served to you on a golden platter? Think again, Lawley.❞

"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.