daddy!michael has trouble keeping baby clifford quiet.

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.

"i fucking hate you, irwin" "sorry, hemmings? i couldn't hear you there, my dick was in your mouth" in which luke and ashton hates each other with a passion and are forced to be roommates through a whole summer filled with hate that somehow takes a sexual turn (for a better introduction i advise you to read the prologue lol)

prisoner!michael likes to pick on parole officer!luke

sequel to We Don't Care

Luke and Michael are neighbors who both have a tendency to leave their windows open. Fanfiction #9

"I'll never really die, Michael. Not until you do." All Rights Reserved.© 2014 WriteDrunk. Formerly known as 'Cancer'.

The voices in Michael's head made him do it. Michael loves Luke. But Luke isn't so sure anymore. THIRD BOOK IN THE MUTE SERIES. MUST READ MUTE. AND SPEAK. BEFORE {highest ranking #40 in fanfiction}

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

We were watching movies, just having a casual afternoon, so how did I end up pregnant with my best friend's baby?