txt msg -tracob
how i imagine tracob texting looks like
"Nobody loves me." "Silly boy, I love you. You just don't love yourself." - It's just the revival of a tale as old as time, the two boys falling in love all over again and again until their souls couldn't love anymore.
"Killing is killing whether done for duty, profit, or fun." ~Richard Ramirez, The Night Stalker.
"i don't have a daddy kink." !! contains bdsm , dom/sub relationship dynamic !!
troye mellet is a clumsy, flower crown-wearing, openly gay junior with only two true friends. ao3 larry fic changed to tracob tw; homophobic slurs/bullying
"Hey boy with blue eyes, got a nice ass there, huh?" "Oui?" ◆ Or where Troye is an Exchange Student from France and Jacob is a straight fuckboy who happens to find the boy with the cute French accent adorable. - I was inspired by Larry_Lashton for this book BUT THIS IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STORY!! THE PLOT AND EVE...
"Whoever is behind this is nothing short of a fucking mastermind." "Oh baby, you don't even know half of it." (mas·ter·mindˈmastərˌmīnd/nounnoun: mastermind; plural noun: masterminds1. a person with an outstanding intellect."an eminent musical mastermind")
"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder. i clench my jaw, taking it. "all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."