in which luke is caught buying panties

luke has a hard time talking to people he is not familiar with, but ashton, has no problem with that. (wattpad has erased chapter one for literally no apparent reason whatsoever n i cant get it back im so sorry for the empty chapter ): ) © 1940sluke | 2015

"so, is this a thing?" "yeah, we'll be friends.. with benefits" the one where luke and ashton start a secret friends with benefits relationship behind their girlfriends backs but sex doesn't help keeping the feelings away. warning: strong language & smut (a lot!!)

Where Luke likes to text Michael things he wouldn't say out loud.

luke likes a oblivious boy who likes black clothing ( PLEASE dont base my writing skills off this book, read Porn or Luke for actually good content )

Where Michael walks by the same park that over looks a field of flowers every day at exactly 8 p.m. only to see the same blond boy perched on a hill watching the sunset in the distance.

Michael and Luke just can't seem to get a long because Michael couldn't understand how Luke was always horny and Luke couldn't understand why Michael always seemed so sad. *possible triggers in book but not graphic*

"I'm good, you're bad. I'm light, you're dark. We don't mix." "You know what they say babe, opposites attract." or the one au where michael is a shy nerd and instantly takes a liking to the new punk boy in town. @twentyonecastiels || 2015

"I'm not wearing a dress and neither are you. This is not another Cinderella story!" Luke groans at me, he's looking down at me from his window as I stand in his back yard. "We sure do sound cliché enough to be one!" I tell him laughing, he bites his lip and nods. "You were the girl when we were dancing, and you were wearing white Michael." Luke informs me. "It wasn't a marriage dipshit, your arguement is invalid." I retort. "I'm taller than you!" He goes on. "And I'm still older than you, now climb down the tree and run away with me!" I beg him. WARNING SMUT! LOADS OF SMUT! Cover by @omfhemmo thank you so much for this cover!

His voice in this room, like shadows on walls, I imagine him on the other side of the door His words, his voice, his touch, At the start, the end, and in the middle Strange how it mattered so much, when now, It matters, so little. - Lang Leav ➵ lower case intended. © pumpingluke