It was funny how Luke found himself striving to impress Michael, doing anything to gain the older boys attention. It was pitiful and made his cheeks heat up, but shit, he just couldn't help himself. ~~~ Or the one where Luke's on Senior Week and Michael's doing everything Luke was told not to do, and somehow he finds himself tangled up with a boy that doesn't want commitment, just sex. (a/n: this story will contain boy on boy smut, detailed out too. please do not read unless you are comfortable with that)

michael writes about luke.

sequel to 'the boy with the white eyes'.

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.

sequel of "thinking about you".

luke hates his coworker michael.

"You know, when lights die in Vegas, they throw them into a great, big graveyard. Filled with all the other lights. They never get a second chance. Isn't that sad?" "We could light them up again." ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ - lightly based on songs by The 1975 - Muke fanfiction Rated R for obvious reasons COMPLETED WARNING: This story will feature things such as drugs, sex, violence, language, ect. It is strongly cautioned that if you are under the age of seventeen, you assess whether or not you are mature enough to read graphic material. I do not believe in sheltering children, so it is entirely up to you on whether or not you view this. Stealing this story, rewriting it, or translating it without permission is ILLEGAL!

teenage!muke

michael clifford is an arrogant asshole and luke hemmings just wants attention.

"You're his beauty in an ugly world." or when artist!luke has a thing or two to teach artist!michael.