the one where connor's parents are divorced and troye is connor's stepsisters best friend.

"well maybe i just want to keep you occupied while i shamefully look into your eyes!" "you're a lost cause. i'm out of here." or, connor owns a coffee shop called 'accents' where punk-boy troye likes to hang out and stare at connor's butt as he serves coffee.

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...

[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.

For the one Connor see's but too shy to interact with.

"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 Mellet is not popular. He's middle class in the teenage hierarchy and the head of the bitter kids. Cocky "populars" and superficial teens are his enemies, and high-school society his hell. But, behind the social ruse that is his hatred, there is a deep sadness. Loneliness; bottled and festering into complete misery. Connor Franta is popular, and he is weighed down by that label. He's the shyest one of his group, the vulnerable one, the easiest one to tease. Terrified of losing his "friends," even with their constant bullying, Connor's life is a whirlwind of anxiety. He's miserable, but the idea of sitting alone at lunch shakes him to his core. When a group of underdog teachers notice their unfortunate similarities, these seemingly polar opposites are brought together. Both boys find life-altering answers, love and comfort within a person they've been trained to hate. After all, since when did the truest kind of love care about status? TW: self-harm, eating disorders, talk of suicide, gun violence, smoking. (Nothing to the extent of a mature content filter)

I met you and something changed. The dark wasn't so dark anymore. The light wasn't so dull anymore. I wasn't so alone anymore.

*the cover for this story has credits to tronnoredits on tumblr*