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where luke's mom sells luke at a garage sale as a prank and ashton just so happens to be the buyer. ❝ hey, it's better than ebay, kid. ❞ ▹ © 2016 -violence All rights reserved.

"i can't believe i just gave luke hemmings my diary." sex!!violence!!cursing!! halsey1994 | wattpad | 2015

in a horizontal integration type of business, people like luke don't really belong. cross dressing twenty-nine year olds aren't supposed to watch their thirty-one year old CEO buy as many firms as he can simply to maximize everyone's profit.  but here luke is, in a dark blue skirt and grey top, dropping his communications report on michael's desk five minutes before 10 p.m., his blue eyes falling lower and lower as the minutes take on.

"A girl should keep her body pure. Her body belongs to God and he wouldn't want her disrespecting it." Her eyes widened at his smooth words, "Aren't you Calum Hood? The boy who sleeps around and uses girls?" She choked. * All Rights Reserved // 2015 fangirlhbu

➳ [a.i.] // he's dangerous, she just doesn't know it.

calum: "i hate you" michael: "i know" sometimes short responses are enough cover by @xyoungvolcanox © 2014 violet (henmings) all rights reserved

A Sydney born teen who tries to survive a new life in central California.

"you're not punk rock." "i'm pretty sure i am." || © dimple-ashton all rights reserved ranked #250 in fanfiction 7/24/15 ranked #501 in fanfiction 7/24/15 ranked #858 in fanfiction 7/25/15 **i apologize that this story is a mess, i wrote it when i was 13. please be kind :) writing is a learning processs