originally a joshler fic by holdingontojish

"mum!" "i want this!" "no! i want this!" i fuss, throwing a fit in the middle of the mall. foot stomping, shoulder shaking, flushed cheeks, i went all out. "quit it tok! or i'm gonna call krampus on you!" dad scolds. never did i think he actually would.

mellet 🐥 sent you a message +tracob

"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."

troye stops taking his prescribed pills for depression. he plans on downing them all one night. until he calls the suicide hotline. at the hospital he ends up in, he meets a therapist. they see eachother for longer than required each day. - possible trigger warning- suicide, od

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

how i imagine tracob texting looks like

shmood™

in which one accidentally sends nudes to the other.

"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}