"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}
"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...
"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)
(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...
