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I found this and I think it's time to bring it back..

Imagine

It’s late at night and the Franta house is quiet. Connor and Troye is sitting close together in the upstairs living room, covered in a blanket and two cups of hot teas on the table in front of them.

Connor is flipping through childhood pictures with Troye leaning his head on Connor’s shoulder, smiling and asking questions about each and every one of them.

Cheryl walks past them and joins them for a second, but then leaves and comes back a moment later with their homemade videos, which she turns on. Connor buries his face in his hands when his eight year old self pops up on the screen, dancing and talking to the camera, walking up close to the lens to make sure he is the only thing in frame.

Troye laughs at him along with Cheryl, and soon Peter joins as well, and they end up watching their old childhood movies for another hour together. Troye feels like one of the family, and Connor loves having his two worlds collide.

He grabs Troye’s hand under the blanket and scoots a bit closer to him, at which Cheryl smiles, but neither of them notices. They’re too busy enjoying each other’s presence to pay attention to anything else.

I have to go to school with the thought of troye and conn cuddling in the fucking living room because the flight tired them out and his parents think its the sweetest thing ever and connor gets flustered and nervous because he like warned troye that his parents were a little embarrassing so i just imagine Cons parents in the door frame, troye smiling like an idiot at con who is hiding his head behind troyes back. So guess whos gonna cry at school today?

first night at the Franta’s

- Troye has been nervous about this ever since they booked the flight to Minnesota, but it isn’t until in the car from the airport that he’s really nervous. Connor notices and takes his hand, holding it while they're talking until they get to the house.

- Connor’s parents and siblings are watching from the window when Connor helps Troye get his suitcase out from the trunk of the car. Neither of them notices, but his whole family smiles at the gesture.

- Connor walks up to the door first, hugging his parents and the stepping aside to see them greet Troye with hugs. Both Connor’s mom and dad smiles approvingly at Connor, and Connor can’t help but grin himself.

- Connor and Troye walks downstairs to put their things in Connor’s old room, and Connor gives him a little tour of the house. When they get back upstairs, Connor and Troye sits down with the whole family to drink tea and get something small to eat, while talking about everything from their flight to hearing Connor brag about Troye.

- The real tour of the house starts, and it takes them almost an hour to get through the house because Troye wants to know the story behind every little photo, trophy, broken furniture etc.

- It’s getting late, so they say goodnight to the family and while Troye is in the bathroom, Connor’s mom walks up to him and tells him how much she likes Troye, and how she thinks he is the perfect guy for him.

- Connor and Troye gets into the tiny bed that Connor has been sleeping in his whole life, and Connor says, “I never thought I would sleep in this bed with a boy,” and Troye smiles and hugs him tightly, feeling so incredibly proud of his boyfriend.

- Connor falls asleep feeling the happiest he’s ever been. Troye’s first time meeting his family went even better than he could’ve ever imagined, and now he finally gets to fall asleep with the boy he loves in his arms in his childhood home. Something he never thought he would do.

Everyone okay?

Because.. Connor thought he would never come out to anyone, let alone have a boyfriend or be in love at all. Now he is about to bring home the first boy he has ever been in love with to his family, and I cANT FIND MY CHILL WHAT IS HAPPENING

Okay, but imagine at some point in the future, the youtube couples would go on a couples vacation together. Tronnor, Zalfie, Janya, Hangrid, Narcus.. If we start selling our souls now, it might happen before we all die.

On the road

"Dear Connor, Life on the road is amazing, stressful, scary and exciting at the same time. It's a constant mix of all those emotions, but I love it. There is something about hearing the crowd cheer and scream and sing my lyrics, and then hop on the next plane later the same evening. It's exhausting, but it's absolutely amazing. I wish you could be here to experience it with me, because it is impossible to explain it. But enough about me, we talk about me and my shows all the time. What about you? How are you? What have you been doing lately? I feel like I'm missing out on so many small details when I'm away. What did you eat for breakfast today? Have you heard any good music lately? Are you still obsessed with cats? You haven't bought a cat, have you? I hope you are having an amazing time, because I really am. I can't wait to see you in three weeks at the last show in Los Angeles. I'm sorry this was so short, but everyone's calling for me, so I'll end this here. You're my world. I love you and I miss you so incredibly much. I'll see you soon. x Troye."

I thought they were cornflakes. Im hungry.

💙💙👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼💙💙

Waking up sick

The first thing connor did when he woke up was yawning. He stretched his arms over his head and breathed in, but as soon as he opened his mouth his whole throat started burning and it felt like he had swallowed a glowing hot rock.

He closed his eyes and brought his hand to his neck, screwing his eyes shut and willed the pain go away.

“Connor?” he heard next to him, and in the next second he felt the bed turning and then a hand on his shoulder. Troye was awake, and he immediately felt better when he was brought in for a tight hug from his boyfriend.

“Good morning,” Connor said - or at least he tried to. His words came out as a strained whisper which was barely audible at all, and Troye’s eyes widened at the sound.

“Are you sick?” he said and laughed once, earning a pout from Connor who nodded and covered half his face with his hand.

“Apparent-” he stopped talking when he noticed how Troye pressed his lips together to not smile, and Connor began pulling away from his grip.

“No, stop,” Troye said and squeezed him tighter against his chest, not letting him get away. “I’m joking, you’re fine.”

Connor pulled away slightly and gave him an annoyed look, but then pursed his mouth as he laid his head down on Troye's chest again.

His head was throbbing, his throaty was burning, and on top of that; his stomach was growling. Connor felt Troye chuckle at the sound, and he couldn't possibly feel smaller than he did right now.

"Do you think you can eat?" Troye said, drawing circles on Connor's naked shoulder.

Connor swallowed to try it out but winced at the feeling. He was hungry and felt like he was starving, so he thought that he might be able to endure the pain. He shrugged. "Maybe, like, oatmeal."

"Gotcha," Troye said and sat up, leaving Connor on the pillow. Right before he was about to stand up he leaned in for a kiss, but Connor turned his head away.

"You're gonna get sick," he said, taking in Troye's confused expression.

"I don't care," Troye said, and when he leaned in a second time to give Connor a kiss he was allowed, and Connor kinda loved how Troye risked getting sick just so he got be close to Connor. He would lie if he said that didn't warm his heart.

Troye disappeared out of the room, and for about fifteen minutes Connor could hear him making noises in the kitchen. When he came back into the room he was carrying a tray with a bowl of oatmeal on top, together with two coffees and a sandwich that he had probably made for himself.

Connor sat up when Troye placed the tray between them on the bed, smiling appreciatively at him.

"What do you want to do today?" Connor asked, grimacing at the sound of his voice.

"You should relax, so maybe, watch movies and cuddle?" Troye said, smiling wryly at Connor who didn't mind his proposal at all.

Connor smiled warmly. "Sounds perfect."

i’m so encaptured, got you wrapped up in my touch

Connor and Troye wouldn’t come out by doing the boyfriend tag. They wouldn’t come out by doing any video in fact, they wouldn’t make a big announcement.

They would sit at a restaurant by the shore, a glass of wine each and soft music playing in the background, reliving their memories by talking about them in detail.

Connor would take his phone up and tell Troye to smile, and he would take a picture of him with a little bit of the ocean showing behind him.

Afterward when looking at the photo, he would be so proud to call Troye his boyfriend and he would be all too affected by the romantic setting.

“Can I upload this to Instagram?”, Connor would ask, receiving a funny look from Troye who definitely didn’t expect that question.

“The photo you just took of me?”, Troye would ask, although he already knew the answer.

Connor would nod, smile and tilt his head, tell Troye he looks great in the picture, and Troye would agree to it. He would think that there was no longer any use to hiding it. Everyone already knew, so why not share it with the world?

When Connor would upload it, it would be with the caption;

“Dinner with my love”, and nothing else.

When Connor looked out at the heartbreakingly beautiful blue ocean, he compared it to Troye’s eyes.

When Connor drank his morning coffee alone, he compared it to the mornings where he sat on his couch, Troye’s head in his lap, playing with his curls.

When Connor couldn’t sleep at night because of his racing thoughts, he compared it to the nights where they would sit in front of a sunset and talk about anything that came to mind. With each other, they never had to hold anything back.

When Connor looked at the time while eating lunch, he compared it to the times where he would be in bed next to Troye in Perth. Legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other and chests peacefully moving up and down.

When Connor found himself being in a bad mood, he compared his night to the ones where Troye had gone out of his way to make it end in a good way. Take out and compliments were the first things that came to Troye’s mind, and Connor always instantly felt better.

When Connor felt alone and longed for Troye’s company, he compared it to the times where they had been together and appreciated the fact that they were not apart.

When Connor felt bad about the distance between them, he compared it to the relationships that he’d heard about where two people who lived together acted like they were apart. But Connor and Troye, how ever far away from each other they were, were always together at heart.

When Connor looked out at the heartbreakingly beautiful blue ocean, he compared it to Troye’s eyes.

When Connor drank his morning coffee alone, he compared it to the mornings where he sat on his couch, Troye's head in his lap, playing with his curls.

When Connor couldn’t sleep at night because of his racing thoughts, he compared it to the nights where they would sit in front of a sunset and talk about anything that came to mind. With each other, they never had to hold anything back.

When Connor looked at the time while eating lunch, he compared it to the times where he would be in bed next to Troye in Perth. Legs tangled, arms wrapped around each other and chests peacefully moving up and down.

When Connor found himself being in a bad mood, he compared his night to the ones where Troye had gone out of his way to make it end in a good way. Take out and compliments were the first things that came to Troye's mind, and Connor always instantly felt better.

When Connor felt alone and longed for Troye's company, he compared it to the times where they had been together and appreciated the fact that they were not apart.

When Connor felt bad about the distance between them, he compared it to the relationships that he'd heard about where two people who lived together acted like they were apart. But Connor and Troye, how ever far away from each other they were, were always together at heart.

I never knew how much I needed Troye to make a gaming video until he tweeted this.

Tronnor one shot - a bad day

“Connor comes home after a really long and bad day, and Troye takes care of him.” ** Connor sat still in his car for a moment before opening the door, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to shake free of the negative thoughts that constantly entered his mind. He had been busy for multiple hours everyday for the last few weeks, and it was taking its toll on him that he couldn’t spend as much time with friends as he would like to. But one specific person he wanted to spend time with was Troye, especially since he was only physically with Connor for a couple of weeks at a time before parting. The stress that had been lying on Connor’s shoulders, constantly ringing in his head, had hit him harder than ever today. After stressful meetings and no motivation for making videos, the motivation to smile and keep a happy face on had also been lacking lately. He had been good at hiding it up until now, but now he just felt like crying. When he opened the door and got out of the car he got a text message, and when he brought his phone out from his jeans Troye’s name showed on the display. “Where are you?” the message said, followed by; “Do u want to go out for dinner tonight? I’m kinda craving sushi.” Connor frowned and stopped outside his door, and he felt a bit bad that he was just about to go inside and say no to Troye’s plans. So when he opened the door and saw Troye sitting on the couch with his phone in his hands, he tried his best to give him a genuine smile. Troye stood up immediately and held his arms out, quickly walking over to embrace him. He seemed like he had seen something in Connor’s eyes right as he stepped inside the apartment, because his hug was both soft and firm at the same time. “You okay?” Troye asked, his arms wrapped around Connor’s waist and his head on his shoulder. Connor only stood with his arms falling along his sides for a second, but then brought them up to behind Troye’s neck to come even closer to him. He considered not telling him the truth, but as he felt the frustration build up more and more inside him and the tears well in his eyes, he just shook his head. “What’s wrong?” Troye asked, clearly concerned. He didn’t look up at Connor when he didn’t answer, but instead patiently waited until Connor felt stable enough to speak. “I don’t know,” he said, shrugging. His voice was quiet as he was afraid that it would break, but he had immediately felt better from the warm feeling that Troye’s hug gave him. “I’m just overwhelmed. That’s all.” Troye nodded and kept his tight grip around Connor, and Connor was constantly wiping away the quiet tears that continued falling down his cheeks. “It’s okay to have bad days,” Troye said reassuringly, slowly starting to lean back to get a look of Connor’s face. When he did, Connor covered his face with his hand from embarrassment, but Troye pushed it away. “Don’t do that.” “Sorry,” Connor said and laughed a little, wiping tears away and clearing his throat. Troye’s face remained worried, and he brushed his thumb across Connor’s cheek to wipe another tear away as it started falling. “Did you see my text?” Troye asked, and Connor nodded. “Do you want to order in instead?” “If that’s okay with you,” Connor said while nodding, feeling guilty again. But Troye smiled and took a step back, running his hand along Connor’s arm down to his hand and grabbed it. He lead him over to the couch and sat down, then grabbed his phone that was placed on the table in front of them. He dialed the number to a sushi restaurant and ordered them dinner, and Connor was leaning his head on Troye’s shoulder with closed eyes. He was finally starting to calm down, but still had the anxious feeling in his chest that he had had for a much longer time than he liked. “They will be here with the food in thirty minutes,” Troye said, putting his phone down again and stood up. “Do you want tea in the mean time?” “Sure,” Connor answered, smiling as honest as he possibly could. Connor watched as Troye walked around the kitchen, asking Connor how he wanted his tea and promised him that they would take the weekend off and just do whatever he wanted to. He then placed two cups on the table, turning on the TV and grabbing a blanket on his way to the couch. When he sat down he put the blanket over them and cuddled up close to Connor, but made sure that he was the one being embraced by Troye. “If you want to talk about it, you know that I’ll listen, right?” Connor nodded and looked up at Troye, meeting his eyes. Troye put his hand under Connor’s chin and tilted his head a little bit upward, then softly kissed his lips. “I love you, Con.” “I love you too.”