For Michael, you didn't really live in the real world. You were more of a "stare at a screen and feel happier than ever," kind of person. And for Luke, you were more of the "lets stick back and watch the jocks pick on the geeky kids." And he was straight to the top for doing so. But after meeting Michael, something in both of them changed. © Copyright 2015 ChangeFate

Phil starts getting cute, little messages from a secret admirer and gradually feels himself falling more and more in love with the boy. But can you really like someone you've never seen before? And what will happen when Phil finds out the real identity of his admirer?

❝ how do you want to pay? cash or with a check? ❞ ❝ is love also an option? ❞ - in which calum is a broken teenage boy who sells his body for sex and michael looks for a hook up [warnings: mpreg, girly!calum] © 2014, Oliwia (skittlesmalum), All rights reserved

Ashton Irwin is In Love with his bandmate. And Vice Versa. But Are They Going To Confess Their Feelings, Or Continue Playing Games To Avoid It. WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC, SO IT MAY SUCK. Some parts of this book may trigger you.

in which people see the world in black and white, until they meet their soul mate; they immediately see the world in colours. but what happens to the people who don't believe in soul mates? © j. [epoximise] october 2014 achievements: romance #911 -- 22nd of january, 2015 romance #764 -- 25th of january, 2015

"Luke, why did you paint a picture of me?" "You said to paint something beautiful."

"It's just a bad dream Ashton, no need to get worked up about it. I'm fine." Ashton looked at Michael, he didn't believe that it was nothing to worry about. "Are you really okay?" Ashton had asked as he looked at him intently. Michael looked back and thought for a moment, reflecting back on why he had the bad dreams to begin with; who was causing him all this pain. He shut his eyes tightly and ran a hand through his hair and shook his head as he fought back tears. "No... I'm not okay..." [ Mashton Fanfic ☂ ]

"My memory may be fading, but I still see him clearly. I think about him everyday, and I will die with him on my mind. I can remember everything about him, his bright hair, his eyebrow piercing, his lips. But most of all, I remember how we met on a park bench" Cover by @LucyFrickingClifford