in which troye works at jacob's favourite thrift store.

"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."

just take my hand and hold your pretty head high. we can do this, you and me.

straight with gay tendencies

I'm bad at descriptions... This is a rewrite of my own story "Do Over" this is just the Tracob version.

fluff, smut, angst most are mine

troye: talk is overrated let's just vibe jay: oh fuck off