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.

teacher!luke fell in love with daddy!michael.

And that's when I realized I fell in love with the boy at the metro station. 2014 all rights reserved © -ymas-

Simply a collection of things I've thought about and how I feel about the world. Some of these are based on things I've experienced, some are inspired by stories others have told me about their lives, and some just create themselves in my imagination and I decide to put them into words.

about the girl that loved colors almost as much as she loved him. book one of the suicide series.

"A gardenia tells the receiver you are lovely. And you, Luke Hemmings, are lovely." or, the fic about flowers and two boys with a kid.

❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford

Michael didn't say much. Luke said nothing at all. Luke and Michael were perfect for each other. Silent. But still perfect. WINNER OF THE 'MUKE' BROMANCE AWARD ALSO AWARDED THE STORY WITH THE MOST VOTES OUT OF ALL OTHER CATAGORIES