[BoyxBoy Romance] Freshman, sophomore, and junior year. Those are the years that Evan and Christian have known each other. Those are the years that they have hated each other. Or maybe not. ~ ~ ~ Evan Reed expects his senior year to be like all of his other years at Lockwood Academy. He expects that the teachers will be mean and the subjects will be hard. He figures that Christian Lockwood will be as arrogant as ever and the rivalry between them will go on. And maybe it will. But maybe things change.

"Whoever is behind this is nothing short of a fucking mastermind." "Oh baby, you don't even know half of it." (mas·ter·mindˈmastərˌmīnd/nounnoun: mastermind; plural noun: masterminds1. a person with an outstanding intellect."an eminent musical mastermind")

curiosity killed the cat

"In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in." Jacob Bixenman would tell you he was okay, despite the bruises and cuts littering his knuckles from the other student he nearly beat to death in his school's parking lot. Troye Sivan would also tell you he was okay, despite the scars etched all over his body from the sharp razor he puts to it. They are both sent to a rehabilitation center to "fix themselves," until they lend each other their own broken parts to fix each other.

original story by nonlovesongs-

"shhh Jacob listen to me God loves gays God loves you and I love you "

"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)

"i'm, you're...we're not," he stammers staring at the elder boy's lips, he was trying his hardest to convince himself he didn't want to kiss him, but god damn when he took that lip between his teeth he wanted nothing more but to do exactly that. "what troye? spit it out," he smirks knowing exactly what troye was going to say. "gay," he breathes out, the word silent on his tongue so only jacob could hear. (tracob texting fic)

where troye and jacob meet on the internet and try to be just friends. dom!jacob | mostly gay smut and fluff |

maybe he will like it here ☾tracob ☾lowercase intended!