in which troye sivan finds a lost wallet in a gay bar and texts the number scribbled on a napkin tucked inside of it. or the one where jacob bixenman is completely mesmerized by the know-it-all in his sociology class and decides to act on his small crush

"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 fuck." jacob bluntly says his smirk growing more mischievous. "i don't either, asswipe." troye's freshly coated nails left a tap on jacob's nose, a matching smirk playing on his lips. before jacob could say something more fuck boyish, troye was pulling away from him, walking backwards-his cerulean eyes glued to jacob's, who's mouth was in a frown of disbelief at troye's sudden boldness. :: where jacob's a fuck boy, who doesn't want anything from guys(girls) but to fuck them-but then he meets troye mellet who brought a hurricane within his ocean orbs. and no one, not even troye himself, knew when the tides would rise and the hurricane would destroy everything(again). dom!jacob

shmood™

(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, the one in which Jacob falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy. 🌹🌹🌹

how i imagine tracob texting looks like

texting || tracob