Troyemellet Stories

am i allowed to look at him like that? can it be wrong when he's just so nice to look at? -based off of she by dodie clark-

"your life is gonna' fly by fast if you smoke it away," copyright © 2017.

Omen (n.) an event regarded as a portent of good or evil. A seventeen year old Troye starts having nightmares about fire.

A short story inspired by the Blue Neighborhood trilogy 💙🏠 Contains triggers

These are jokes. The first one I found on my phone. I apologise in advance

Join Dan and Phil on this mini adventure to get into a Troye Sivan concert... but no one believes they're friends not even Connor Franta

As a high school senior, student Connor Franta has to deal with his private life, his 3 am thoughts, his family troubles, and on top of it all, the overwhelming stress of school. It's enough to break a person, into tiny little pieces of shattered emotions and empty thoughts. A broken person with nowhere to go, no one to turn to, nothing to help. Until another shattered person comes along, missing all the wrong pieces in all the right places.

~ Song-based off of Ed Sheeran's Wake Me up. ~ ♡ [This is INCOMPLETE, but I wanted to publish whatever I've written as a form of a goodbye to all of my Troyler readers, so I hope you enjoy anyway.]

A mix of short and long one shots of Troye Sivan and Jacob Bixenman. Most are my own, if translated, link to original will be at the start of the book and credit will be given to the rightful owner 😊

tronnor au // may get smutty at some point

Beth childs was late for her flight to Australia when suddenly a very awkward boy crossed her path. Something seemed off about this boy, he was very emotional and Beth decided to help him. But what did she got herself into? This wasn't just a random emotional, awkward boy. He was something more. When she discovers the traumatic reason he had to come back to Australia she promises him to find out the truth. But what if the truth is something that better stays hidden? And what if Beth develops feelings for this very awkward boy called Troye Sivan? (I watch lots of tv shows so you can expect much references, childs)

𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 / 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚠 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

Troye get waves and AirPods when he realized he's white. This experience has tragically ruined his life. All the sudden when he is got trying to get some vape at this local dark alley he meets Jacob the 3rd. Fine out what happens when not only Jacob give Troye but also his heart.

"Although the boy's eyes were the coolest shade of blue, they made Jacob melt at the sight"

I don't remember what happened.

So what if Connor just wants to see Troye because they're basically old friends and he just misses the boy?

A short story/poem based upon evenings sitting watching the sunset by the Golden Gate Bridge, cuddling by the fire, and looking back on the memories that they had shared before finding someone new that helped change how they saw LA and life. This story is open to interpretation of who is involved, although the story was inspired by Connor Franta's 'Note To Self' book of memoirs and Troye Sivan's 'The Good Side'.

Troye grew up in a small home in Australia where he practically spent all of his time alone when he wasn't at school. When he was only a young teen, his parents left in the middle of the night and never came back. At first, Troye was relieved because he had been abused before, but that was until he realized that they were the only family he had. Soon, he ended up living in a small orphanage, then a foster home. Everywhere he went, everyone knew about the silence. Troye didn't talk, and he hasn't for as long as he could remember. Finally, his new sister, Sage, gives him the opportunity of a lifetime when she catches him singing in his room. What will happen when his birth parents find out about his new career?

His heart flutters underneath my palm. His lips, billowy and blue from my kisses. His hand held the pale yellowing daffodils on a pretty ribbon Pale blue, like his eyes, the palm of his outstretched hand He looks up at me, eyes like red wine My fingers touch his lips the upper, and then the nether His eyes close taking the curtain call I press my mouth to his Warm as the sunlight, warm body heat Beau, an anemic has lived his whole entire life in this town. It never changes. The leaves change the same colors. until Huxley, son of a famous cult leader from the other side of town arrives. Follow @Amaziahyvette Go Check her account ❤️

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