"Where am I supposed to start? Wow. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. Okay, maybe that's the cancer."

❝do you know why you're in your room?❞ ❝because daddy put me here.❞ ©Narry-My-Storan 2015 || Kay Luke Daddy Kink

messages between Michael and Luke tw// chapters 1.5 : underage drinking 1.7, 1.9 : mentions of sex (non graphic) 4.6, 4.7 : hospitals, self harm, suicide (more graphic) if any of these are a trigger please avoid this story, i wrote this many years ago when i was going through my own stuff and never tagged this to which i apologize! i can only hope that my writing did not end up triggering anyone ~started 3-7-15~

Michael was lonely. So, he texted a random number and fell in love. ©Copyright 2015 All Rights reserved

Michael thinks he got a number from a girl at this club, turns out she gave him a fake number. Who is the person he ends up texting? Why does he start getting feelings for this guy on the other side of the texts? Michael is straight, so he says.

"who the fuck is a 5 seconds of summer?"

In which two individuals exchange notes in the doughnut shop.

"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

"Sorry, I'm really sorry," I said, looking up to the tall, muscular guy that stood infront of me. He was the "popular" guy in my year - he made me nervous. "You fucking will be," he threatened with dark eyes and a harsh voice, making me take a step back and look away, holding my books tightly to my body. He started laughing, and with that I turned around and began to walk away, before suddenly he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back to him almost making me fall to the ground. "I was only joking, babe," he said softly, walking forwards slowly until my back touched the wall behind me. "Get the fuck off of me Luke, I-I need to g-get to class," I said to him, stumbling on my words slightly. "And I'm not your 'babe'." [COMPLETED]

a story in which a boy sends the completely wrong pictures to a completely wrong girl. but is it such a bad thing? © sweatersos