#tronnor fluff

[inturruptedbyfireworks]

New York

Connor and Troye sat on their own sides of the soft hotel bed on their laptops. Connor making sure he had everything set up to upload his video the next morning, and Troye browsing his Tumblr dashboard, occasionally reblogging something he found funny. Every now and then he would giggle when he come across a Tronnor conspircy theory, When one in particular caught his eye, it showed a screenshot of the lyrics in for him that said "forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons." and a crappy quality picture of Connor's book where he talked about how one of his favorite things to do was lie in a field and look at the moon and the stars. This had reminded him of when Connor had come to his family home just last month and they layed side by side holding hands in dead silence just looking at the beautiful stars and constellations, the night sky was one of Troye's favorite parts about his home in Perth.

               "Hey Con?" the Younger asked without lifting his eyes from his computer.

Connor answered with a small 'hm' noice, still focused on making every detail was perfect for tomorrows video.                Troye asked excitedly "Can we go down to Central park and star gaze again?" now looking up from his screen.

               Connor laughed a little and said "we're in New York! We'll freeze to death!!"

Troye rolled off of their shared bed and put his Common Culture beanie over his small curls covering his head, and tossed Connor the famous gray "Tronnor Beanie" and his Maroon Undeafeated sweater. "Not if we bundle up!" Troye said with the cutest smile that made his perfect teeth show. He knew Connor could never resist, Connor adored it when Troye smiled with his teeth showing.                "Finnnnnnnne" Connor responded with a strained voice even though he was very excited to get to got out into the city with his boyfriend, it being late enough so they could hold hands without being seen by fans. He truly did love and appericiate his fans, but he definetly enjoys time away from them where he can just relax and not have his every move analysed.

               Troye made this really excited screech noise, excited to spend time with his boyfriend.

               Connor swung his and Troyes maroon Undeafeated sweater over his head, covering his black long sleeve shirt, and placed the "tronnor beanie" on his head. While Troye waited on him to do so.. very impatiently.

               After what felt like an eternity to Troye they made it down to the hotel lobby, ready to leave. Once Troye and Connor made it out side they looked around, perfect. Nobody insight other then a really buisnessy man in a suit and carrying a breifcase. Troye grabbed Connor's hand and squezzed it. They both had smiles plastered on their faces.

               Connor had to admit, it was bitter cold out, snowing, but just barely. Not enough to stick to the ground. But he no longer cared, He was finally holding Troye's hand while strolling threw New York City! AN: i might continue this and add the park scene, should I? Wattpad link: https://www.wattpad.com/297612526-new-york-city

[satin-waterfalls]

wedding date - a tronnor au

Tyde had promised to find Troye a cute guy to accompany him through the night, no matter how much Troye protested and expressed his disagreement with the idea of a blind date. Especially a blind date during his sister’s wedding.

or the one where connor is troye's blind date at sage's wedding

Genre: fluff Word Count: 2.4k+ Warnings: it’s not proofread and the only thing i know how to write is angst so this is new territory for me

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Troye adjusted his tie for what seemed like the millionth time, scanning over his reflection in the mirror. His sister’s wedding was in just a few short hours, and he was wearing a brand new classic tuxedo, with a navy blue vest underneath his jacket and a matching skinny tie. He could admit that he looked great, but that didn't stop him from being a nervous wreck. He wasn’t worried about the wedding itself, he had attended the rehearsal even if he didn't play an important role during the ceremony, so he knew what was supposed to happen and what to expect. What he was worried about, however, was his plus-one. Being 22 years old and single, he had planned on going to the wedding by himself. However, his younger brother Tyde had promised to find Troye a cute guy to accompany him through the night, no matter how much Troye protested and expressed his disagreement with the idea of a blind date. Especially a blind date during his sister’s wedding. With a quick glance at his wristwatch he headed towards his garage, but not without scanning himself in the mirror once again. There's no such thing as being too sure that you're ready, Troye thought. He was supposed to meet his date –Connor, he believed- at the doors of the church where the ceremony was to be held. Sage’s fiancé was Catholic, and as Sage wasn’t very religious herself, they had chosen a Catholic Church over a synagogue, but agreed to have the reception according to Jewish traditions. As Troye drove there, he couldn’t help thinking about everything that could go wrong. What if the guy wasn't his type? Would he be able to ditch him during the reception? What if this Connor guy hated Troye? So many things could go wrong, and he cursed at his brother under his breath while he parked his car on his designated spot. He couldn't stall for much longer, but he still checked himself once (or twice) in his rear view mirror before getting out of his car. He slowly walked towards the church’s doors, unsure and more than a bit worried about who he would meet there. Knowing Tyde, he expected someone that looked just like him, tall, tan, probably really buff and muscular. What he didn't expect was the man he saw standing there, waiting for him. He was standing by the column and was wearing a grey suit, as they had agreed. He wasn't tall at all, from a distance Troye guessed that he was a few centimetres shorter than himself. He had light brown hair that lay flat yet stylish against his forehead, and damn he looked amazing in a tuxedo. The guy seemed to be taking a picture of the small flower garden in front of him, scrunching his face up in concentration and moving his phone around to get the perfect angle. In some way Troye was disappointed that his date wasn't a tall and muscular man, but he knew that, if that were to be the case, Troye would be too nervous to even be near the guy, so he was glad to see the polar opposite of his initial image. Troye cautiously approached him, being careful not to startle him. He wouldn’t want to ruin the perfect photograph, after all. Once the man was satisfied and put his phone down, Troye finally spoke up. “Those flowers are truly beautiful, aren't they?” He didn't even glance at Troye, before replying “Yeah, daisies are my favourite flowers. Especially yellow ones.” “You’re Connor, right? I’m Troye” he introduced himself, watching as Connor turned to look at him and his face morphed into an expression of pure shock. “Wow,” he said, raking his eyes over Troye's figure. Troye just stood there, not really knowing what to say or do. Did Connor not like his suit? He probably should have gone with the dark purple one. Damn the convincing sales assistant. After a few seconds he couldn't resist just standing there, and anxiously asked “Is something wrong?” Connor slowly shook his head, his expression unwavering from his shock, before replying “It’s just that Tyde told me you were attractive, but I didn't think- wow, you're stunning” Troye covered his face with his hands, smiling madly and giggling like a schoolgirl. If someone as attractive as Connor thought that he was stunning, then the sales assistant had done a good job, after all. “You’re really cute too, you know?” Troye confessed, watching as Connor blushed and giggled too, seemingly more embarrassed than Troye had been. Still softly giggling, Connor extended his arm for Troye to hook his own arm around. With a happy “Let’s go, shall we?” and a hum of agreement from Troye, they slowly made their way up the staircase leading to the church. The whole place was decorated beautifully; the benches at each side of the aisle were decorated with white ribbons and yellow daisies, relatives and friends sitting down and greeting each other enthusiastically. The aisle was a pastel yellow colour, leading up to a few steps where the bridesmaids and groomsmen were to stand. At the very end there was an archway, also decorated with white ribbon and yellow daisies, somehow completing the room and making it look straight out of a wedding-planning magazine. “This place looks gorgeous, I love weddings,” gushed Connor, smiling like a little kid. Troye smiled softly, admiring the man’s soft features. He really was beautiful, unlike anyone he had ever seen before. “Just wait until you see my sister,” Troye said, pride leaking into his words, “the dress she picked outruns everything, it’s amazing.” He had gone dress shopping with Sage, and had helped her make the final decision. If Connor had reacted that way to the church, he couldn't wait to see his reaction to his sister. The pair headed for one of the benches in the middle of the room, Troye purposefully avoiding his relatives so that he wouldn't have to introduce Connor to them. What would he say, anyway? This is Connor, I don't know his last name or how old he is and I met him ten minutes ago. Definitely not, he would wait until everyone was a bit drunk at the reception to start with introductions. He felt Connor’s presence flush against his side as the man looked around him, admiring the flowers that decorated the room. Troye felt strangely at ease; he was usually the shy one when in a relationship, but for some reason it was different with Connor. Did that mean anything? Was it a good sing or a bad one? Before he could seriously worry himself, he heard the soft piano music playing, and stood up along with everyone else. The flower girl, bridesmaids and groomsmen started walking down the aisle at a slow pace. The bridesmaids were wearing simple, pastel yellow dresses, while the groomsmen wore classic black tuxes with a small yellow daisy on their buttonholes. As soon as Troye saw his sister, he forgot all about Connor’s effect on him. Sage was practically glowing, the mermaid-style dress fit her better than Troye remebered and the small yellow daisies decorating her brought the whole thing together. She walked slowly and as if she was floating, holding on to her father’s arm and smiling nervously yet with excitement clear on her face. Everybody sat back down when she reached the archway, and Troye was reminded of Connor’s presence next to him. Throughout the ceremony he was unable to concentrate, too focused on Connor’s leg against his own and Connor’s cologne invading his senses and Connor’s soft laugh at something said during the vows. The man that made Troye feel so at ease also captivated him and required the entirety of his attention, and Troye wanted nothing more than to get to know him better. He tuned back in to the situation happening in front of him just as he heard “You may kiss your bride,” and he saw his little sister kissing the man she loved. The room erupted in cheers, even Connor was cheering loudly and clapping with a huge smile on his face. The newlywed couple walked back down the aisle holding hands, and everybody started leaving the church and head to the place where the reception was being held.

Troye led Connor outside and to his car, after finding out that Connor had gotten to the church by bus. He felt a bit bad, knowing that Connor had probably felt really awkward sitting in a bus while wearing a suit, but the man didn’t seem to mind, saying he was used to travelling by bus everywhere he went. Once both men were sat in the car, Troye started driving them towards the reception venue while they talked and got to know each other better. Connor turned out to be older than Troye, as he was 25, and he worked as a waiter to help pay for his college classes. Troye found talking to Connor extremely easy and natural, as if they had known each other for years and not for an hour. They discovered that they shared their music interests, which led up to an Oh Wonder dance-off at every stoplight they reached. “What do you do for a living?” Connor asked the younger man. “I’m a model,” Troye started, “but I haven't been hired in months, I should probably get a better manager.” “No wonder you're a model, with a face as gorgeous as yours,” Connor mumbled, making Troye giggle. As he snuck a glance at the older man sitting next to him, he found him already staring back, before he turned to look out the passenger window with a smile. The rest of the drive was filled with comfortable small talk, Troye warning Connor about which relatives he should avoid and which uncles were more likely to get drunk during the first half hour. “Also,” Troye said, “my aunt Claudia is the only homophobic person in my family, so if we walk by her-“ “We act as a lovesick flamboyant couple, right?” Connor cut him off with a laugh. Troye laughed softly, turning the car into the venue’s car park. “It wasn’t what I had in mind, but that would be hilarious” He rushed to get out of the car, going around to the passenger side and opening Connor's door for him. He extended his hand for Connor to take, admiring the smile on the man’s face. Only then did he realise, Connor's eyes were unlike anything he had ever seen. They were a deep forest green, with darker speckles of colour in the middle. He wanted to get a closer look, the colours luring him in. He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when a hand grasped his, Connor lifting himself off the car. “You're such a gentleman, how charming,” he teased. He started walking towards the venue, without letting go of Troye's hand. Troye's heart sped up and he smiled, Tyde had definitely chosen the right guy for him.

Once inside, Troye started the excruciating process of greeting everybody and introducing Connor to them, whispering little facts about the person in Connor's ear. For example, “This is my cousin Leah, she stole Sage’s boyfriend once,” or “my grandfather Robert, he always gets drunk during family reunions.” They finally found their designated seats and sat down, Troye pulling Connor's chair back for the man to sit comfortably before sitting himself down next to him. On that same table sat Tyde, Steele and their girlfriends, Tyde giving Troye smug looks every few minutes and silently boasting about his great match-making skills while they mindlessly chatted. Sage and her now husband arrived at the venue, the DJ announcing that it was time for their first dance as husband and wife. After watching the couple spin around and step on each other’s feet a couple of times, everybody sat back down and waited for the food to be brought to their tables. Connor teased and flirted with Troye throughout the meal, making it extremely difficult for Troye to control his madly blushing cheeks. He was glad that the lights were dim, otherwise he was sure the whole venue would notice his embarrassment.

After everyone had finished eating, the DJ started playing loud music, inviting all guests to the dance floor. Troye excitedly stood up from his chair, taking the hand of a very reluctant Connor and guiding him towards the middle of the dance floor. He started dancing to the rythm of the music, purposely exaggerating his movements to make Connor laugh and relax. After a few minutes he managed to make Connor dance, both of them inventing ridiculous dance moves and giggling like crazy. As part of the Jewish tradition, after a while of dancing randomly everyone prepared for the traditional Jewish dances. Connor had never experienced a Jewish wedding, so he stood to one side, expecting slow music and awkward dancing. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for insanely upbeat music to start playing and for all the guests to gather in a huge circle, leaving only the newlywed couple in the middle and jumping up and down. Before he could react, he was pulled into the circle by Troye and he joined all the guests in the dance, spinning around in circles. The whole experience lasted about half an hour, and by the end of it both Troye and Connor were exhausted. They went back to their designated table and sat there for the rest of the party, talking and getting to know each other a bit more. They didn’t even stand up when it was time for the cakes and desserts, too caught up in their conversation to care about anything around them. After a while the crowd started thinning out, and that was when they decided it was time to go home. None of the remaining guests approached them or mentioned their lack of participation in the reception, just as Connor didn’t say anything when Troye intertwined his hand with his own, or as Troye didn’t mention the smile that Connor was trying to supress. Neither Troye nor Connor mentioned the prolonged stares during the car ride to Connor’s house, both men giving up on trying to be discreet. Connor’s roommate didn’t mention the huge smile and flaming red blush on the green-eyed boy’s face the next day, caused by a simple text that was lighting up his screen. From: Troye <3 Got any plans tomorrow?

[alone-incrowds]

fic drabble; broken dreams

Connor tries to think of a reason to why he would be awake at 6:30 in the morning but he cannot think of a single one. There was no alarm, no police car outside or birds close to his window. Considering how late they got to bed last night, he shouldn’t be awake this early. Maybe it was a bad dream. However, he’s forgotten about it already.

Troye’s low snoring beside him must’ve been the reason, Connor decides and turns over to lie on his side, face towards Troye’s. He pulls the covers a little closer to him, nuzzles into it comfortably and watches Troye sleep for a little while. He is more awake than he wants to be, but doesn’t mind so much. Waiting for Troye to wake up is something Connor is used to. He takes a curl out of Troye’s fringe and swirls it around his finger, releases it a second later and repeat his actions a few times. When Troye frowns in his sleep and pulls away, Connor giggles and brings his hand to his chest.

Waking up next to Troye is a blessing, every single time. He cannot think of a better way to start a day. For a few moments, Connor does nothing but study Troye’s face. He’s grown so much this past year alone. The more define jawline and cheekbones are quite something. Connor remembers the calls and texts he got from Troye after he’d been to the gym, how much he hated it. How much it sucked. But it paid off. Troye is handsome now. Stunning. He wants them to work out together, perhaps go for a run or a swim or even do push-ups in Connor’s backyard. Then shower together… They could go for a morning walk, have breakfast at some place not too far away and just, be. There never seem to be enough time for them to do the regular things so Connor tries to make them happen whenever he can. As the sun is rising, he hopes Troye will wake up from the sunlight slipping through the half-drawn curtains in the bedroom. Connor pokes his arm, his nose, and his cheek. He loves him so much he can physically feel it through his whole body, that rush never seems to go away. By the way Troye is burying himself deeper into the covers, Connor figures he is awake, but doesn’t want to be.

“Troye, baby,” he whispers, scooting closer to the tired, beautiful boy beside him. Their arms touch, and Connor searches for his hand. Kissing Troye fully awake is Connor’s favourite thing to do, making his way closer to his lips, slowly leaving loving pecks on his arms and shoulders, over his neck and jaw. Connor kisses his chin and then his lips, when he hears Troye make some kind of noise of approval. “Morning,” he says against his mouth. Slowly he strokes his fingers against his chin, it probably tickles.

Troye isn’t saying anything at all.

Connor wakes up, with his hand in the air, lips pressed against the empty air in front of him. Sunlight is slipping through and lighting up his bedroom, it seems like it will be a glorious day. He pulls the covers over his head and curls his body together, wondering when these dreams will stop.

[troyiesivanie]

Sleeping Scared (Tronnor Oneshot)

based on this prompt: ‘we’re roommates and we’ve barely interacted so far but one night there’s a thunderstorm and come into your room shaking bc i dont know what else to do and you lull me to sleep by stroking my hair’ au

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[creative-oddity]

747.for him.ILYSB.talking body.

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Contents: smut, fluff, grinding, cuddles, song lyrics

Was I excited? Was I nervous? I didn't even know anymore. My own words echoed in my head, racing through the questions I'd asked myself a nearly a year ago. A few stood out- "Did you play your first live show yet?" Yes. "Did you get over your stage fright?" No. And there was one that I was insanely excited to be able to say yes to- "Did you move to L.A. yet?" Goodbyes were said and tears were shed with the promise of coming back soon, although I didn't know how quickly I'd be able to follow through on that. I could barely say, "Hey, Mom, I'm coming home for Hanukkah" without worrying that it wouldn't be a reality.

I had such a love-hate relationship with airports. On the one hand, it meant I was leaving one place for another, that I was in a new adventure. On the other, the airports themselves are incredibly boring. They tell you to get there two hours ahead, but no, every line you wait in is short and you end up getting stuck waiting for an hour and a half, as I was now. At this point, it was more hate-love-hate. I hated that I wouldn't be back here for months, loved that I'd be where I belonged for that time, and just hated the travel aspect of it. Although, I guess when it came down to it, I'd miss Perth. The sunsets, the people, the...

New Message: Connor💋

Twenty bucks says you look like shit. Miss you

I smiled at the message and figured it there was a good chance of it being true.

Probably. But you'll see me in like a day

Connor💋: Still miss you

The hell are you doing awake?

Connor💋: haven't slept for...idk a day or two?

Please, please get some rest baby. Little worried about you

He didn't reply for about ten minutes and I hoped he was finally getting a little sleep. That idea changed when my phone started ringing with his contact on the screen.

"You need to sleep," I said firmly.

I could hear a quiet yawn from him before his overly exhausted, wavering voice came through. "I-I'll be fine. Just been working a little."

"Con, I love you to death, but please promise me that when we hang up, you will close that laptop and try to sleep. Nothing is so pressing that it can't get done tomorrow."

He finally gave in, too tired to be even a little sarcastic. "Promise. I'll see you in a little while. Love you."

"Love you too," I whispered. Not much could throw me off, but the thought of my boyfriend alone tonight halfway around the world would always fuck with my head.

A little over an hour or so later, I was on a plane. Certainly not for the first or last time, but it felt new to me. We'd been grounded for what felt like forever, but was probably only fifteen or twenty minutes. I calmed down a little once the plane actually started moving, but I was still acting like a kid, jump-up-and-down-in-the-seat happy. I stared out at the world from my window seat and tried to focus on random tiny details, most involving Connor. For a split second, I remembered everything, his face after our first kiss, his reaction when I told him I was moving, and the smile that could make everything fade to grey.

I must've fallen asleep while remembering those little details, as I was in a new country for a grand total of one hour. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew what my timeframe looked like. Four hours already down, and about sixteen to go. I hadn't heard from Connor, but I took it as a good sign. Boy could be married to his work at times, honestly.

Compose New Message: Connor💋

don't worry if you're not up. just wanted to tell you i'm a little closer to you

I smiled, satisfied and sat back comfortably in another airport chair. No fun, but one more stop and then it'd be directly to L.A. I waited for the random existential airplane thoughts. When I was finally called for boarding, I was almost too distracted in the early stages of those thoughts to listen. Almost. I couldn't afford to miss a flight at the moment. Instead, I settled into a plane seat, turned my headphones up loud, and returned to my random deep thoughts. I realized there were a thousand mysteries in the world, but only one really stood out. I didn't know how many stars were in the sky or anything like that. And then I realized that I didn't really care about any of that. The only mystery that stood out in my mind was how on Earth I'd fallen for him and him for me. I promised myself that if I had to close my eyes and drift off into eternity, I'd wait.

In the process of those deep, existential thoughts that I didn't remember, I'd landed in New York. I was so, so close to home. I was in for the long run, and I knew it. And my heart was already in overdrive, two thousand miles away.

New Message: Connor💋

happy to hear! you got time to call?

think so

I picked up the phone, smiling. "Hey, Con. You finally sleep?"

"I did actually. Felt really nice, too. How's traveling?" He laughed, probably knowing what my response would be.

I made a face that I forgot he couldn't see and laughed instead. "Boring as hell. Drives me nuts that we're in the same country and not together."

"Me too, but you're closer than you were...how long have you been traveling?"

"I don't even know what time it is anymore. But I know I'm close."

We both went quiet for a minute before Connor piped back up. "You're thinking about something."

It wasn't posed as a question, he knew he was right. I looked around and lowered my voice before saying, "Yeah, I am. Thinking about what I might do to you when I see you."

"You have quite the imagination," he told me. "Don't tell me what you have in mind, I want to be surprised. And maybe surprise you."

"Deal. I feel like I should go before I start walking around giving a free show to everyone here." I wasn't lying, but I was a few times more excited for home.

For the next few hours, I was back in the mindset of an excited toddler. Mostly. Maybe one difference. I could picture the way he always looked at me when he wanted to do something and every little detail from the last time we did. I'm sure I was blushing and uncomfortably shifting my weight, but damn, can you really blame me? I had managed to see what time it was in New York. A little before noon. Conservatively, I could be with Connor in seven and a half hours. A six hour flight should feel like nothing, but it felt like everything I'd ever do depended on this.

It felt like I counted every second from New York to here. Here? I was here! Finally! I half-ran through the airport and probably pissed a couple people off, but I got my luggage and called an Uber in record time. And I was on my way home. To my entire world, my beautiful boyfriend.

Connor never left my mind for more than a second, but he'd been front and center for this entire trip and I smiled to myself. I was home. Permanently. Sort of.

Despite the late hour and a couple concerning thoughts, I was happy to see a little bit of light from the house. I had wanted to sneak in and surprise Connor, but figured the chance of him killing me was relatively high.

"Con? Finally made it around the world," I said, knocking softly.

"Door's open, babe," Connor replied from inside.

I pushed the door open and dragged my bag in behind me. The light I'd seen through the window had been candlelight and through the dimness, I could see the outline and shadows of Connor's body. He was sitting, distracted and with his back to me, cross-legged and shirtless.

"Miss me?" he asked, smirking and pushing himself to stand.

"Nah, I don't even like you that much," I joked, dropping my bags and pulling at my jacket.

"Was wondering where that jacket went," Connor said, kissing me gently.

"You could've asked," I replied, kissing him back.

"I know." He pulled away and smiled.

"I assume you remember me saying I wanted to surprise you?"

"Can I go first?" I asked. "Please?"

"Couch or bed?"

I pulled my laptop out of my bag and pulled up an audio file that I'd been humming for weeks on end.

"Hm?" I looked up. "Oh, here'll work I think."

It wasn't edited much because it had just felt better that way. I hit play and stood up, letting the first couple notes echo around the room.

"Can I have this dance?"

"Really?" he joked, taking my hand. "What is this, anyway?"

I kissed him to shut him up and smiled. "Shhh."

It wasn't exactly a slow-dance type song, but we tried, me whispering the lyrics softly against his neck.

Jump-starting your car 'cause the city's a bore

Buyin' e-cigarettes at the convenience store

Making new cliches on our own little tour

The second he heard that first verse, something behind his eyes clicked and he started to tear up. He swallowed and looked at me.

"I-I remember that," he whispered, so quiet I could barely hear over the music.

We'd fallen out of the sixth-grade slow dance stepping and by the time the first couple lines of the chorus came through, we were dancing like fools, holding each other close, giving each other little kisses between lines.

We try staying up late but we both are lightweights

So we get off our face, too easy

The tears were still welled up in his eyes, but they were shining. He knew that every word, every line was meant for him.

We're not a commercial for everyone else

We go out for coffee and keep to ourselves

We make little homes out of three-star hotels

And I know what you're feeling

Cause I feel it as well

The last verse, the original, first-draft last verse was what did it for both of us. Well, what did it for him. He kissed me hard as the last "all I need is you" started and ended, tears falling down his face, and that's what got me.

"I love you so, so much, Troye," he said against my lips.

"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you."

He made a frustrated noise and laughed. "Well, I do have another way to say it in mind, if you'll let me." His eyes had turned a darker shade of green, and he looked me up and down.

"I assume this one requires the bedroom?" I asked, running my hands down his sides teasingly.

"Sounds about right." He grabbed his laptop off the couch and started running. I followed, not bothering to keep up with his pace.

By the time, I'd caught up with him, LANY's ILYSB was already playing loudly from Connor's laptop.

And you need to know that nobody can take your place, your place

And you need to know that I'm hella obsessed with your face, your face

Connor was already on the end of the bed, facing me and mouthing the lyrics. He ran his hand through already-messy hair and looked me up and down once more.

I hesitated for second, solely to take in the picture in front of me before walking over to him. I kissed him, gently at first until he was leaving marks along my jawline and I was straddling his hips and running my hands up and down his sides.

"Oh, my heart hurts so good, I love you, babe—so bad, so bad." Connor murmured the lyric softly, just next to my ear and I shivered.

He was completely confident in what he was doing and it felt so... easy. It was so easy to turn each other on with the smallest touch, or in my case, whisper. I was sure that he felt my cock pressing into his stomach as he pulled me closer. The opposite was definitely true, and I continued kissing down his neck. The position got awkward, and he pushed me off, laughing and standing up to get out of his sweats before quickly doing the same to me.

"Pretty boy," he muttered, staring at me. It always amazed me how Connor changed during sex. He got... darker, somehow. He was still the sweet, loving person he always was but it was different. His eyes always changed to a dark shade of green and his voice almost always dropped about three octaves, and damn, it was fucking sexy.

Bed, stay in bed

The feeling of your skin locked in my head

Smoke, smoke me broke

I don't care, I'm down for what you want

"Was this the surprise you had in mind? Fucking to Talking Body?" I asked. No objections, honestly.

"Mmm, yeah. Sound good?" I nodded and laid back, legs already shaking slightly.

Connor took his opportunity to get on top of me and kiss me again, just as slowly and gently as always. I was already a mess and I loved it way too much. He kissed around my jawline and down my neck, chest, down to my thighs. He left small marks on my inner thighs, licking here and there. My hands tangled in his hair on reflex, already needy for something to grip onto. His lips were suddenly back on mine, and I moaned at the feeling of his hand wrapping around my cock.

"Y-your hands are freezing, you know," I quipped, not bothering to keep the tremble out of my voice. He laughed and kissed my lips to shut me up.

He'd started grinding down on me, desperate for any friction and my legs wrapped around his waist tightly. We were both half-mouthing and half murmuring along to the song in between kisses. It felt like a sex scene from some indie movie, where it's out of focus, concentrated on the music in the background. He shivered when he felt me whispering against the side of his neck, just above his collarbone I whimpered at the feeling of his lips next to my ear and his hips between mine. My face was pressed into his shoulder, still muttering against his skin.

On and on and on...

"T-Troye," he breathed, eyes fluttering shut and lips just parted.

Even in my overwhelmed state, I got the message and leaned up to give him a gentle, open-mouthed kiss as he came over our stomachs. My toes curled and I gasped as his (now-warmer) hand pushed me over the edge faster than I thought possible.

Connor reached over to the nightstand for tissues and laid down next to me, giggling softly.

"What?" I turned towards him, giggling a little myself.

"You." He kissed me once again, and started cleaning us both up.

EASE had started playing out from Connor's laptop, and I smiled as he reached over to close the lid. He settled next to me and I cuddled closer to him, resting my head on his chest.

"I can't believe you wrote that for me," he said, draping an arm around my shoulder. "I'm the luckiest boy in the world."

"No, I'm the lucky one," I argued. I saw the way everyone else looked at Connor, and had been told I was oblivious to the way he looked at me.

"I'm twenty times more," he protested, looking down at me and laughing.

"Then I'm a hundred times more," I replied, looking up at him and pouting jokingly.

"I. Am. The. Luckiest." he assured, pecking my lips between words.

"...Fine," I conceded . "Then can I be second luckiest?"

"Of course. Still, I can't believe you wrote that. I mean, you got everything right." He was rambling, almost in disbelief.

"That was the point." I laughed at his reaction and kissed him.

And then he asked the question I'd been pondering since I'd written it. "So, is it going on the album?"

I went quiet, biting my lip and looking down. "I-I don't know yet," I whispered barely out loud.

"The whole world should hear this, Tro." I looked up again in confusion. "I know you didn't ask my opinion but-"

I smiled and laughed quietly. "I really don't know, Con."

He kissed my cheek. "I know you don't. But you should." He rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

"Sleep, babe. Lord knows we both need it." He nodded, reaching towards the end of the bed to grab both of our sweats. I took them and put them on.

He was tired, we both were. We laid down and it felt so safe, him pressed up against the curve of my back.

"You know, we really did look like badasses with those e-cigarettes," he murmured softly before drifting off.

[thekatieneilson]

Tronnor Oneshot

Part 2: wedding day. It’s been 4 months since the day Connor proposed. Everyday since has been leading up to this moment. Connor loved Troye. Troye loved Connor. That much was obvious. Connors family and Troyes family got a long very well. Today was the day. Everyone flew to LA for this very special day. Connor originally wanted to do it in Minnesota but that wasn’t fair to Troye and his family. So they decided to stay in La for this day. It was a beautiful day. It wasn’t too hot. It wasn’t too windy. Just what they’d hoped for. Connor hadn’t seen Troye all day, since they woke up this morning. Nicola took Connor out of the apartment so they could get ready. Connor thought it was ridiculous for him to spend so many hours getting ready for Troye. But he knew it was worth it. Troye was with Laurelle all day. Honestly, she was more emotional than he was. She kept saying things along the lines of “my boy growing up so fast.” And, “where has the time gone?” They talked a lot…. All day. Mostly about Connor. Sometimes about Troye, but he’d always change the subject to talking about Connor. He loved this man more than anything in the world and could talk about him forever. Now Cheryl joined Nicola and Connor. Connor wasn’t complaining. He was starting to get really nervous. And when he gets nervous he either rambles or stops talking completely. There’s no in between. This… This was a rambling nervousness. He would not shut up. “Troye this, Troye that….. What if this.What if that. I need mom.” When Nicola got Cheryl, Connor hugged her tightly. Whispering about being nervous. Cheryl took Connor by the shoulders to look at him. “What are you worried about?” She asked him. “I’m.. Uh.. I’m not worried. I’m just nervous.” Connor stuttered, staring at his mother. “Why?” She said, smiling at her son. “Because. I love Troye. I love him so much it scares me, mom. And what if the life I want with him, he doesn’t? What’ll happen if he suddenly decides he actually doesn’t want this? Or what if he does and he’s having the same feeling I am right now and I’m making him nervous. Mom, I’m starting the rest of my life with the person I love more than the world will ever know. It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever done.” He rambled, he wasn’t actually worried about most of these things. He knew Troye loved him. But all these things still scared him. He wanted to be everything Troye needed and more. Back with Troye he was feeling the exact same way. A nervous excitement washed over him as his mum tied his bowtie. He wouldn’t shut up about Connor. “I bet he’s going to look sexy-I mean.. Uh.. Handsome. Very handsome” he said blushing at his own words, his mother just laughed at him and shook her head. He was excited, but the butterflies were still there. Connor calmed himself down. And instead of anxious nerves - the excitement came. “He’s so beautiful. He’ll look like an angel while we exchange our vows.” Connor said, he was tying his tie, in the mirror, smiling to himself. They were both practicing their vows when each of their mothers came in and told them it was time. A deep breath from both of them and then there they were. Standing in front of each other, hand in hand, ready eyes and nervous laughter. When they were told to exchange their vows, Troye went first. “Connor.” His voice cracked. So Connor squeezed his hand, smiling at his husband to be. Troye cleared his throat. “Connor. You’ve been my best friend through everything I’ve ever done in the past 4 years. From supporting me with my music, to supporting me with your comforting cuddles” he paused to smile lovingly at Connor. “You’re always a welcoming warmth to come home to everyday. Whether it be that I was gone for an hour to do some groceries” he laughed a bit. “Or gone the whole day because I was recording. Your arms and comforting smile are all I need to keep me on my feet” Connor reached up and wiped away a start year that fell down Troyes cheek. “Connor Franta. That right there are the only 2 words I need. Because you are my whole world. I-” he choked. “I love you so much and can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Every last minute.” He finished. He was crying, but he was blushing for being so cheesy and also for crying, so he took a deep shaky breath and looked at Connor, who was also crying. Not as much though. “Well how do you too that?” Connor looked from Troye, to their little gathering of friends and family, chuckling softly. Connor took a deep breath, now it was his turn. “Troye Sivan Mellet” Connor breathed. “I’ll be honest. I was a bit surprised when you asked me to be your boyfriend. We’d been on like one date.” Connor smiled. “Yes I knew I liked you. But as anybody who has met you knows, it’s hard not to like you” Troye was blushing again, smiling at Connor, eyes not leaving his. “But of course I said yes. And thank god I did because we’d definitely not be standing here today if I hadn’t.” Connor was rubbing his thumb on the back of Troyes hand as he was feeling Troye starting to play with his fingers like he does when he’s nervous. Troye was grinning now. Connor cleared his throat. “So if that question surprised me, well you could imagine my surprise when I asked you to marry me and you actually said yes.” Connor smiled sweetly. “Now. We’re standing here. About to be husbands. And this is what I’ve realized: that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you just know somethings not right. Or the butterflies, or the bubbling laughs all lead to one common denominator: love. And so here I am, standing in front of you today. About to make the biggest step of my life. With those love butterflies flying around in my stomach. But more importantly with the love of my life.” Connor hadn’t noticed he wasn’t speaking very loudly until the last word left his mouth and it sounded like a whisper. A few moments later, they each got a ring to put on their left hand, second to last finger. And then they sealed the deal, Connors arms wrapped around Troyes neck, Troyes around Connors torso, and their lips pressed against each others as their little crowd cheered for them. As they kissed, they were both crying. In that moment they knew one thing for sure: nothing could break their love.

[thekatieneilson]

Tronnor Oneshot

Connor and Troye had been living together in LA for a few years.   Right now they were headed back home from Austalia, a visit to Troyes family. While they were there Connor and Shaun had a very important talk about the future. Now on their way home, Connor was on his laptop in the plane. He was practically ignoring Troye the whole ride. Luckily, Troye didn't try to look at Connors laptop to see what he was doing, he just fell asleep after trying and failing to talk to Connor.  Connor was writing down some ideas of what they could do when they got home. After a couple hours, he put away his laptop, woke Troye up because he looked very uncomfortable, and offered his chest as a pillow for Troye, who happily took it and cuddled into his boyfriend. They stayed like that until they landed at home. When they got there, they took the day to fix the jet lag, cuddle and watch movies. Connors weirdness did not go un-noticed though. Troye looked Connor as they were watching a movie. "Connor what's going on?" Troye crossed his arms and paused the movie. "What do you mean?" Connor shook his head.  "You know exactly what I mean. You've been acting strange since the plane home. Did I do something?" Troye asked quietly. "Oh god no. No baby, you didnt do anything. Dont worry" Connor said, attepmting to pull his boyfriend close to him. But Troye refused. "I'm not cuddling with you until you tell me whats going on." Troye crossed his arms. Connor sighed. "I'm just stressed over some project. It's fine. I'm fine." Troye looked at him suspiciously, then sighed and cuddled into him. A few days later, Connor suggested they go to Disneyland. Just the two of them. He told Troye it was for nice pictures and getting his mind off the project and whatnot. But he didn't tell him that that was actually where his so-called project was to happen. So they did. The next day, they headed to Disneyland. They walked hand in hand. Connor took lots of pictures of Troye. He was so beautiful and photogenic, he had to. It would be a wasted opportnity not to. They walked around for what felt like ages until Troye complained about being hungry. So they went to get something to eat, then took a stroll along the water. "I havent been completely honest, Troye." Connor took his hand away from Troyes, as it was starting to get sweaty because he was nervous. "What do you mean?" Troye tilted his head to the side. Connor smiled at how cute he was. "I told you im stressed about a project." Connor said. Troye nodded. "But I never told you what the project was." Connor continued.  "I thought we came here to get your mind off this project? Why are you bringing it up?" Troye asked. Connor took a deep breath. "Because it's not just a project. It’s the biggest and most important thing I’ll ever do." he replied. Troye took a step towards Connor. "What is it then? You can tell me." Troye nodded, smiling at his boyfriend and putting his arms around Connors neck. Connor took Troyes hands off from around him, and just held his hands "Troye I'm in love with you." Connor started. "I love you too." Troye said. Connor shook his head. "Let me finish." He answered. Troye simply nodded. "I'm in love with you. I love the way your cheeks tint pink any time anybody compliments you. Even if its just me. I love the way you run your fingers through your hair whenever you dont know what to do with your hands. I love the way you look in my shirts or hoodies. I love the way you get passionate about things, your music, youtube, or even just me. I love the way you seem lost in your own world whenever something exciting happens. I love how, when you tell a story, if anybody, even for one second, seems un-interested, well you make them interested. I love the way you sing whenever you're doing pretty much anything. I love the way you are when you're around anybody you care about. I love the way you laugh and smile." Troyes eyes were watery, but he was still smiling crazily. "I love the way you whisper things to me when you think im sleeping. I love that you always need to be little spoon, even though I'm much shorter. I love that thing you do with your hands when you get nervous. I love the way your eyes light up when you're interested in something. I love the peaceful look you have when you're sleeping... yes I do sometimes watch you sleep." Connor admitted, laughing a bit. "I love your kisses. I love your hugs. I love your cuddles. I love how you make me feel like I'm doing something right. I love how whenever you have an idea for anything, you ask like 10 people their opinion, but your final decision depends on my opinion. I love the colour of your eyes. I love how good you look in black... or really in everything. I love how you do that half smile half laugh thing when you get embarrassed. I love your birthmark." At that, Connor reached up and cupped the side of Troyes face with his thumb brushing over the birthmark on Troye's cheek. "I love how good you are with kids. I love seeing you purely content whenever you play with kids. It makes me think of you as a father, with me by your side, hopefully. If you just say yes. Because Troye Sivan Mellet. I love everything about you and would be honoured if you said yes to me." Connor got down on one knee, his voice was shaky, his eyes watery. "Will you please do me the honour of marrying me?" He asked, presenting Troye with a ring. Troye was crying. Connor was crying. Troye nodded furiously, pulling Connor to stand as soon as the ring was placed on his finger. He pressed his lips to Connors, wrapping his arms around his neck to pull himself closer. "I love you so much Connor." Troye whispered against Connors lips.

[thekatieneilson]

Tronnor oneshot

Troye was in Australia, packing up the last of his stuff. He bit his lip, then turned to look at his wall that had pictures on it. There was pictures of him wih Tyde, with his mom, with Sage, with his dad and with Steele. There was also a few pictures of him with his friends. He stared at those pictures for a while, his eyes watering slightly. He took down the pictures and sat on his bed, holding the picture of him and his mom in his hands, he was crying now. He would miss her a lot. That's when someone walked into his room. He didn't have to look up to know who. He just leaned into the embrace he got from this beautiful human he had the privilege of calling his boyfriend.  "I know its hard to leave home." his boyfriend soothed, rubbing Troyes back. Troye took a deep breath and looked up to see his boyfriend. His beautiful boyfriend. Connor Franta. Troye opened his mouth to say something. But Connor beat him to it. "Lets go hang out with your family. We can finish packing up later. Okay?" Connor rubbed his thumbs on the back of Troyes hands.  Troye nodded. He was upset about leaving, but there was no way he was gonna give up the opportunity of living with this amazing specimen. No matter how much it hurt to leave home, he had to; he wanted to. Connor held Troyes hand as they walked to his family. When his mom saw him, she stood up and wrapped her arms around her son, hugging him tightly. They hung out with his faamily for a while, talking about embarrassing baby Troye things, memorable things that happened in this house. Eventually Connor and Troye went back to Troyes room to finish packing up his things, then going to sleep. They were leaving tomorrow to start the beginning of the rest of their lives.. together. They finished packing, then both lay in Troyes bed. In his relatively empty room. Connor held Troye as he was still upset about leaving. "Troye?" Connor bit his lip.  Troye looked up at Connor. "Yeah?" "I know you're upset about leaving your family and stuff.. and that's really understandable.. But.. um... You're not having second thoughts are you? Like about coming to live with me? You do still want that.. right?" Connor said, lookig into Troye's eyes. He just wanted his boyfriend to be happy. "Of course I still want to come live with you! Of course." Troye whispered. "I'm just... Its a huge transition. I'm gonna be on the other side of the world Con." Troye said. Connor nodded. "But you're sure this is what you want??" he whispered. Troye scooted closer to Connor and pressed his lips against Connors, pressing his body against Connors. They made out for a bit before Troye pulled away.  "I've never been more sure of anything." Troye whispered, a bit breathless from the kiss. Connor smiled and nodded, pulling his boyfriend down so they could get to sleep. Which they did. The next morning, when Connor opened his eyes, he was greeted with a shirtless Troye, basically running around his room, looking frustrated. Connor couldn't help but chuckle. Troye turned to look at Connor. "Glad you think this is funny. Anyway, I thought I left an outfit out for today to wear in the plane, something comfy. I found my sweatpants to wear. But I cant find my shirt. Have you seen it?" Troye put his hands on his hips and cocked his hip out to the side. He looked incredibly stereotypically gay. But also adorable. Connor smiled. "No I haven’t. Just wear one of my hoodies. No big deal." Connor stood up to get one from his suitcase, brought it over to Troye, but held it behind his back, where Troye couldn't get it.  "Okay seriously?" Troye narrowed his eyes at Connor, who smiled up at him. "You want it? Pay up." Connor grinned. "With what?" Troye frowned. Connor puckered his lips.  Troye laughed and pressed his lips to Connors. He reached out while kissing him, for the hoodie. Connor pulled back and kept it out of his boyfriends reach. "Connorrrrrrrrrrrrrr" Troye whined, following Connor around the room. Eventually it ended up with Troye on Connor like he was getting a piggy back, reaching out to grab the sweater, both of them laughing.  Tyde walked in. "Think you could shut up?" He said, he was annoyed, but he laughed at what he saw, Connor and Troye both stopped to looked at him, they were still in the same position though. Troye on Connor like a piggy back. "Sorry." Connor said. But Tyde was laughing at his own thought. "Wait, what’s so funny?" Connor asked. Tyde shook his head. "Nothing.. just seeing you two like that answers many questions about your relationship." He laughed and walked out. It took them both a minute to realize what he meant. Then Troye hopped off Connor, put on his hoodie and shook his head. He looked like he was suppressing a laugh. Connor was laughing though. He looked up at Troye. "Oh c'mon. That was funny." Connor said.  Troye smiled at Connor when his arms were wrapped around his neck. "Okay, yeah it was." Troye admitted. Connor smiled and kissed Troyes cheek. They headed out to eat breakfast before they had to go to the airport. "Troye honey, isn't that Connors sweatshirt?" his mom asked. Troye nodded. "Yeah, but I already packed away all my clothes so im just gonna wear his" Troye said as they sat to eat.  Connor smiled at him "Plus, he looks better in it than I do.” he sat beside him, thanking Laurelle for breakfast as they ate. She smiled at them both. About an hour later, they were headed off to the airport. Troye had said goodbye to his siblings, his mom and dad drove them there. It was an emotional goodbye. For Connor too. Troye and Connor sat down together on the plane. Troye was holding Connors hand tightly. He looked over at his boyfriend and planted a small kiss on his cheek. "Im excited for this babe." Troye whispered, looking over at Connor, who nodded.  "Me too."