where innocent luke never thought wearing panties would be harmful but apparently it is when he puts on unknown shows for his neighbor, michael. { 1st place summer bromance awards 2015 } [ highest ranking; 38 in fanfiction ] [ cover by; brontides ]

michael has a thing for his teacher's assistant.

"1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, drink. throw 'em back 'til i lose count" part of my song series

"Kiss me, you loser," "No problem my red headed punk rocker," A series of letters between Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford; two Australian idiots brought together via English project. Trigger warning: Self harm Cover by undertoness

Luke Hemmings was taken into foster care after his mother decided enough was enough. Enough of the bullying, of the fights, of the attitude, enough of her boyfriend abusing him because of being gay. Just enough. They'd drove for hours until they finally reached Perth. There Luke was taken into a home of a husband and wife and three other boys who were like him. They get along fine, but Luke gets along with one boy better than the rest. Will this make his current situation worse, or better?

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 || #84 in teenfiction

"i don't think you know what you are doing to me." highest rankings: short story #100, fanfiction #220 ©mxxndust

3:00am; the hour of the devil. michael clifford, the devil himself. | Copyright © mgcthood, All rights reserved 2014

In which Luke writes to his dead boyfriend. 2015 all rights reserved © -ymas-

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.