Stripper
it was only one night.
dif·fer·ent ˈdif(ə)rənt adjective 1. not the same as another or each other; unlike in nature, form, or quality. synonyms: dissimilar, unalike, unlike, contrasting, contrastive, divergent, differing, varying, disparate Jacob Bixenman is described as darkness, someone who you don't want to get involved with. Troye Melle...
"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.
none of these one shots are written by me but are changed fics !! credits to the original authors. no upload schedule (on hold)
(new!!) a book in all texts about the romance between two high school boys who never thought that they would become lovers
Zen: /zEn/ 1. A state of focus that incorporates a total togetherness of body and mind.
just take my hand and hold your pretty head high. we can do this, you and me.
"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 mellet is a thief, and a damn good one at that. most have heard of him. most don't understand him. and jacob bixenman is the fbi agent who can never seem to catch him.
The title says it all; this is a collection of smutty/fluffy/angst one shots !! if you don't like it then don't read it.
"it's dangerous to fall for the fuck boy," jacob says referring to himself in third person, a sly smirk upon his stupid face (troye mentally noted to himself his heart racing and knees weak) jacob's hands rested on troye's hips, not daring to go any lower. troye rolls his eyes. "i don't do long term, baby boy. i just...
A story that follows the life of a kitty who just needs to be loved. Neko!Troye Master!Jacob ~Started July 30th 2016~ ~Completed November 28th 2016~
(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, t...
"it hurts." troye cries holding onto jacob for dear life, the pain in his body so great dying felt worth it. jacob kisses his forehead, salty tears falling down his face. "i know it hurts." !tracob! | triggering content |
"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}
in which one accidentally sends nudes to the other.
"He kissed my lips gently, closing his eyes and pulling my waist towards him. This kiss was soft and he tasted like sex and vodka. We just kinda stood there, on the lamp-lit sidewalk at 12:53pm on a warm night, gently kissing and soaking up each other's love."
"why can't you kiss me when you're sober?" troye questions his words slurring as he left a finger trail down jacob's red swollen kissed lips. "i don't wanna like you," he mumbles a yawn falling from his lips. "but you do sober or not," (tracob college au)