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...
(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...
