in which troye sivan finds a lost wallet in a gay bar and texts the number scribbled on a napkin tucked inside of it. or the one where jacob bixenman is completely mesmerized by the know-it-all in his sociology class and decides to act on his small crush

(not mine!!!!! written by iwillpaintasongforlou on ao3. larry changed to tracob⭐️) Jacob is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Troye is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Jacob puts him back together. Or, the one in which Jacob falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy. 🌹🌹🌹

troye doesn't believe he'll ever be able to fall in love or be loved again after suffering the worst kind of loss someone can suffer. but as soon as jacob lays eyes on the blue eyed boy, he plans to change that.

"that's right, just leave me here... alone... just like i knew you would." {tracob}

"you're so tiny," he mutters. "my tiny boy." [warning: some triggering content]

❝I'm a hurricane❞

"no," troye spat, pushing himself as far away from jacob as he could. "you're no different than the rest of them! i thought you were different, b-but you're not!" "troye-please-" jacob gasped. but it was too late. troye was gone. {a tracob texting fic}

troye & jacob