Internet Friends || Michael Clifford ✓
~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected
~12:03 am~ To: "sex god" Mikey i wish we could meet. ~12:07 am~ From: "sex god" Mikey one day, we will. Sequel: Connected
"Why are you here?" I asked her. "Reasons. Why are you here?" "Reasons." I answered back & that made her smile. Her smile quickly became one of my favorite things.
Sneaking glances in the hallway shouldn't have been difficult but every time she saw him, she felt as if her world was crumbling at her feet.
❝There are some things I've always wanted to tell you, but never had the courage to.❞ short story #90 || fan-fiction #248 [4.20.14]
Skilar Dock has moved from America to Australia with her mom so her mom could be with her boyfriend. She has never been the problem child but what will happen when she meets Michael Clifford?
Two stubborn teenagers meet unexpectedly. Both grief stricken and guarded, Maddie soon becomes Michael's lighthouse. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except...
There are 100 million calls every year, and almost 80.000 serious calls every day. But one of those serious calls can lead to something. It can lead to wide grins, sighs of relief, and maybe love. But it can also lead to never ending silence, and pain. / highest ranking: fanfiction #152 &mystery/thriller #301 / [cover...
Rebecca has always had a rough time in life, she's in and out of therapy for years, but so has Michael Clifford, the Australian boy in the grade above her. When Michael all of a sudden begins to talk to Rebecca, she freaks out and is very confused, but her feelings towards the boy begin to change as they become closer...
Their story isn't a romcom. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2016 by dimplefeels
catfish : someone who pretends to be someone they're not on the internet • all images/gifs are from tumblr, they are NOT mine unless i say so!!!! • you can check out some translations in my "catfish translations" reading list :-) • (highest rank: #1 in fanfiction) (@emcartwright took the picture I used as the cover so...
they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)
"all i'm sure of is i love you like the constellations love the sky and the plants love the sun. your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. your eyes shine brighter than the lightning that strikes the ground in the spring. you're completely unlike any other. you're my thunder." warning: this is possibly the cringiest...
sirgin (noun) a slut that pretends to be a virgin © 2014, acidgrvnge All Rights Reserved.
COMPLETED | "But it tears me up inside because she doesn't even know I exist."
What is it like to be Found? Is it a sense of self? Is it finding someone like you? Is it both?
"You fixed me, Riley" Michael said, green eyes sparkling in the moonlight "I need this. I need you. Forget everyone else. Be mine tonight"
● "i don't care who you were; i care who you are and i'm more concerned with who you're working to become." ● [2015] {cover by elucidates} || highest: #756 fanfiction ||
toxicmalxm 'Knock, knock' "who is this?" 'You're supposed to say, who's there. Now let's try it again. Knock, knock.' "How did you get my number?" 'You're really bad at this'
❝But it was only one night!❞ © 2014 by leawrites. All rights reserved. #22 in 5sosfanfic
"Do you know why I dye my hair?" He asks me. "Why?" I'm still confused, but go along. He scoots closer. "I always thought of my life simply. Like black and white, no happiness, no color. So I like dyeing it." "Everythings better in color, right?" ✂-------------------------------------------------- A story in which two...
Where Michael is forced to read fanfictions by his band mates but never gets emotional until one certain one comes along Sad things happen so be prepared to cry also the name of the person is the name of my cousin and it's weird but it came up in a name generator so...