Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.

A little one shot decsribing life where you only feel.

❝ "I object!" I shouted and stood up in the church. Eyes, everyone's eyes, were on me. Troye shot me a look saying, 'Tyler, what the hell?!' , and his soon-to-be-husband shot me a murderous glare.❞ - in which an austalian boy falls for a small, sassy american man

'“So it wasn't Troye?“ He asks. How long was I just staring at him? Oh my god, I'm an idiot.' Troye and Tyler meeting was an accident. A pretty good one, nonetheless. Used to keeping himself to himself, Troye is lucky that the first new person he's spoken to in a while is as cute as Tyler, who is thankfully interested in at least a friendship. Tyler is the perfect excuse to keep out the house, away from Troye having to expose his secret to his parents.

"What do you want from me?" I whisper, my voice low and strangled. Tyler stares back at me with empty black eyes. His tongue glides over bloodied lips before a sadistic smile spreads across his face. Long slim fingers curl around my cheek. "Can you guess?" he asks as his thumb leaves a trail of crimson along my hair line. My eyelids close against my will and I lean into his touch. "Mmm," I sigh before remembering his question. I force my brain to ignore the warmth swelling in my chest from his touch and focus on an answer. "My blood?" He chuckles darkly and leans in close until his nose tickles my ear. "I'm not a vampire, Troye," he breathes. "Then what are you?" I choke out as my body begins to shake in fear. Tyler may not be a vampire, but he sure as hell isn't human. "What do you want?" "Your soul." My blood seems to freeze in my veins. "M-my soul?" His mouth curls up in response. "Why me? Why my soul?" "You have a strangely beautiful soul, Troye Sivan. And I'm hungry."

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

Troye Sivan was upset that his best friend seemed to be ignoring him, but he was not jealous. He was not jealous of how Korey, Siri, and Marcus all got more attention from Tyler than he did. You see, friends don't get jealous. So Troye just wants some attention from his best friend, yeah that must be it. Not jealous, friends don't get jealous.

During Tyler's trip to Perth the Mellet's join forces with Troye and Tyler's Youtube friends to get them together. Will they succeed or will they make their unique relationship too awkward to bear? -No triggering content, just adorable fluff-