I have this friend, he likes to call me at 4 am when he's had nightmares, because I'll calm him down. - 'Maybe life isn't as bad as it seems?' 'Wow thank you, I am cured, you should write a book' - warnings: smut, angst, a lot of references, fluff
"I don't fall in love. I stumble, tumble and while I try to regain my balance I trip face-flat on the ground "
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)
troye sivan moves to los angeles to pursue his singing career. connor franta lives in the apartment next door to his. the apartment walls are thin as paper. troye sivan has a boyfriend named carlos. connor wishes he had a boyfriend named troye. they're friends. * begun: march 6, 2016 ended: * warning(s): some anxiety...
Troye can't keep his eyes, or his hands, off of Connor. And Connor doesn't want him to stop.
where connor falls for a straight boy who has a girlfriend. dom!troye
{ON INDEFINITE HIATUS} It is such a cliché. A town so small everyone knows each other's middle name. A friendly little coffee shop with wine-coloured walls. The soft-spoken owner hears whispers over the counter: a mysterious, fashionable stranger arrived that morning. And he is a sort of beautiful Connor has only s...
