Lèonie starts a new job that's full of chaos and loudness. Somehow she starts to find quiet in Michael. However even though everyone is a star they may burn out

She thought the world was against her and being loved just wasn't for her, until she met four boys determined to change that. (the writing in this is certainly not my best, just a heads up) warning: this book deals with triggering topics such as eating disorders, self-harm, and suicide. [highest ranking ~ #1 fanfiction] 2015 by mrcalibu. All rights reserved (I do not own 5 Seconds of Summer, Hi Or Hey Records, Arzaylea, Bryana Holly, or any real-life characters that may be involved in the story. I only own my own characters, such as Daisy. Every character and their actions in this book is strictly fictional.)

Sequel to Outta My Limit. Felicity chapters are written by Zara and Michael chapters are written by Aoife - Just as quickly as their relationship began, Michael and Felicity hit a stumble. And a big one. Felicity will try anything to mend the broken pieces of their messed up relationship. But Michael's not sure if he can forgive her.

we're different kinds of artists. we both know the world can be a shitty place. we both have ways of making our own parts of it better. you use music. i use spray cans. or, the one where she's a little fucked, and he's a little curious about the mystery hidden behind her eyes. || Michael Clifford || COMPLETED 04.07.19

"...like I said in my first letter; you get to see how the mind works when you write and your mind, Michael Clifford, is really beautiful."

"I'll never be more than fourteen steps away."

An upcoming British pop punk band gets sent on tour with 5 Seconds of Summer. At first things are frosty between Felicity James; the bassist of Nice one, Newton and the 5SOS guitarist, Michael Clifford. They don't seem to see eye to eye on anything but their tendancies to dye their hair random colours. But tour can change people and three months is a long time.

~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected

A weird mash-up between 'diary of a wimpy kid' and 'Sex Education' Rodrick Heffley x female!reader (MINORS DNI!!)

Dear Dean, Roses are Red Violets are blue Get over Seth. He doesn't love you. And I don't give a damn if he gave you a ring At the end of they day He'll be my king Love, his true love (: **** Dear jackass with the fancy rhyming, Touch my Seth And you loose your hand (: How's my rhyming? Love, your new worst enemy, Dean fucking Ambrose