#forever-cheeky

[youcantsurviveonideasalone]

forever-cheeky answered your question: Does anyone know what phone model Troye has?

probably IPhone 5 i think :))

I'm pretty sure I am an I-phone but idk if it's a 4/5 and there's quite a big size difference... hmm.. 

THANK U THOUGH <33

[joesphsugg]

Troye Sivan imagine for Vicky forever-cheeky. Enjoy sweetheart! (I had to put it under a read more 'cause it got kinda long. I hope you like it *u*)

"Hmmmmm," you mumble, looking at Troye in the shirt and contemplating. "I'm not sure whether I like it."

"Aw, come on, Vick! You know I look great!"

'He does look great,' you think to yourself. 'I just don't think I could handle seeing him dressed like that and not being able to lean over and kiss him.'

You scrunch up your face, and he groans but still smiles at you.

"Well, I like it," he announces, "and I need a shirt for this party so it'll have to do."

He disappears back into the changing room, and you drop your head into your hands. Why, why, WHY is he so oblivious? Can't he see that you are absolutely, uncontrollably, irrevocably in love with him?

"You okay?" You hear Troye ask, and you can't help but notice the fact that his voice is thick with worry.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine!" You reply with a little too much enthusiasm and a far too fake grin. You know he sees right through it but he just smiles back uncertainly and rocks forward onto the balls of his feet.

"Let's go then."

You follow him out of the changing rooms, staying quiet as he pays for the shirt and walks out of the store.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks, stopping and putting down his bag. "You've been so quiet recently, which is just not like you at all."

The urge to scream the truth in his face is overpowering; to tell him that you've been crying yourself to sleep most nights and eating far too much ice cream - and that it's all his fault.

Well, it wasn't really his fault. He couldn't help the fact that he was insanely gorgeous and funny and sweet.

"I'm fine, seriously, Troye. I'm just super tired, is all," you reply, making sure to keep your smile small and sincere.

"Right, I'll see you tonight then!" He grins, and you know you've fooled him for now. You wave as he walks away, but have to fight back the tears as soon as he leaves your sight.

This party was going to suck.

~ Later ~

How people managed to enjoy standing in a sweaty room where everyone was far too close together and the music was far too loud was completely beyond you. What exactly was enjoyable about any of that?

The only reason you were here was Troye, and you hadn't even seem him yet. Latest news was a text from him reading 'Hey! Should be there soon, lost track of time whilst I was in the shower ;)'

Normally you would have laughed and replied with a flirty comment and a smiley face, but your dress was uncomfortable and the smell of sweat was disgusting and everyone kept pushing you around.

When Troye finally showed up, you were still in the corner that you had found at the beginning of the night and hadn't even found the courage to move to get a drink.

He spies you across the room and smiles, waving, but it takes him another 10 minutes to get to you. Damn him for being so sociable.

"Someone looks beautiful tonight," he grins, and you smack him on the shoulder playfully.

"You don't look too bad yourself," you reply.

"Shall we?" Troye offers you his arm and you take it, following him into the middle of the room, grateful that people leave enough space behind him for you to get through as well. You stop in right about the centre of the room, and he starts to dance.

Oh, god. You'd forgotten about the whole dancing thing.

"Come on!" Troye shouts at you over the music. You're standing there absolutely bewildered. Dancing is not your specialty. "It's so easy," he laughs.

"It's really not," you say, jumping when he grabs your hands and starts to pull you about. After a while he lets go of you but you've gotten the hang of it by then.

The night doesn't go as badly as you'd have thought. There are a few times when he leaves you to talk to somebody else and you're awkwardly flailing by yourself for a while, but then he's back and he's smiling at you and it all seems okay for a while.

But eventually it ends, and you're walking out the door together and he's excited and chatty and can't stop smiling and it's adorable.

He insists on walking you home. When you get to the gate, you stop and he grins at you, so you smile back.

"Tonight was fun," he mumbles. You can't help but notice the way his eyes flick to look at your lips.

"Yeah," is all you can say in return, because you're leaning closer and closer towards each other.

"Okay, well, goodnight," Troye mutters, but makes no attempt to move.

So you kiss him.

And he kisses you back.

[sycophanticism]

forever-cheeky said: is it you and Troye in your icon? :)

omg i just saw this sorry and yeah it is!! :)

[scorpionest]

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