Истории Tracob

!!cover credit @strawbsivan via instagram!! details in first part ?

in which a certain blue-eyed boy is convinced a certain hazel-eyed boy is gay.

The most cliche, cheesy tracob fanfic you'll ever read in your entire existence

Troye's heart beats too slow, but what if there's a boy out there who could make his heart beat normally? Maybe even make his heart beat too fast... Lol this is my first story and it's gonna be shit so sorry.

he tore me apart.

tracob || letters from troye to sage

the one with the french boy ☾tracob ☾lowercase intended!

"I break like glass." Troye Sivan was diagnosed with Osteogenesis imperfecta at a young age. It is a disease that causes his bones to break easily, a disease that has caused him to live his life with caution. Jacob Bixenman spends his life fighting men in the ring, sustaining injuries and giving them back; it's all he's ever known, until he meets Troye. He's careful around him, handling him with the most gentle hands and utmost care.

I hand Jacob my yearbook. His smile as he writes... So memorizing. So bright. So lovely.

Troye and Connor meet up again. Will secrets of the past come up again? Will tracob get in the way? Will it end?

just before he left, you had a fight. - "fine then! if you don't want me I won't come." "bullshit, you'll show up anyways." "I won't, go find yourself someone else to mingle with on tour" "maybe I will!" - you regret it. what'll happen when you're not with him? did he find someone to mingle with? *TRACOB*

the beat of his heart made mine jump start

just love me.

love, J.B.

blinking out of red eyes and sore minds

"Stop it with the Jacob talk already. You're obsessed," "I'm allowed to love my boyfriend," "You love him too much," "You can't ever love Jacob enough," Collaboration with @thewordsbrokeher MY WIFEEEE

What do you have to do when you're in love, but you're not allowed to be in love?

an explanation of what happens 'behind the scenes' of each tracob picture.

His heart flutters underneath my palm. His lips, billowy and blue from my kisses. His hand held the pale yellowing daffodils on a pretty ribbon Pale blue, like his eyes, the palm of his outstretched hand He looks up at me, eyes like red wine My fingers touch his lips the upper, and then the nether His eyes close taking the curtain call I press my mouth to his Warm as the sunlight, warm body heat Beau, an anemic has lived his whole entire life in this town. It never changes. The leaves change the same colors. until Huxley, son of a famous cult leader from the other side of town arrives. Follow @Amaziahyvette Go Check her account ❤️

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