mood rings || muke

stolen mood rings aren't supposed to work, and they definitely aren't supposed to help you find a boyfriend... who happens to be a sex addict. (luke hemmings + michael clifford)

Killer || muke

"So you, the serial killer, expects me, the totally innocent, but unbelievably unhappy high school student, to walk into the sunset with you and be happy?" "That doesn't sound too bad." "You're lucky you're cute." × Prequel to I Never Wanted To || Cashton × Ranked #199 #169 #145 #133 #114 & #84 in fanfiction. All Rig...

if i told you | muke

"Because I love you, Luke. I love you with everything I have and nothing is going to hold me back from you."

tea & coffee || muke

luke likes tea, michael likes coffee.

Please Take Me Home

Summary: 'please take me home, too late, it's gone, i bet you're sad, this is the best time we've ever had.' ••• All Luke ever wanted was to be friends with the strange boy who drew batman and didn't own nice things but as they both grew up, all Luke ended up wanting was Michael... highest stats: #35 in fanfiction ||...

Give Me Love (Muke)

Michael is looking for a new start and a way to manage his anger issues when he moves back to Sydney, leaving his mum behind, and moves in with his former best friend, Ashton. Unfortunately, Michael finds that starting over is much more difficult than he expects; Michael doesn't expect that there'd be a boy so timid M...

zero || muke

Michael sees things he shouldn't when he meets Luke. (completed. highest ranking #52 in fanfiction)

Dark Spirit | muke au

"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking a...

Window To Window | muke au

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

Fingers in Your Mouth [muke]

"What are you still doing awake?" Luke asks, nose still scrunched up, but eyes finally open halfway. He looks soft and rumpled, like a kitten or something. "You're not smoking, are you?" "'Course not," Michael drops the cigarette from the window subtly and smiles.