I think the title is self explaining the content of this book ;-; |•Temporarily paused•|

Listen. This is not a deep plot line. Not really much development within characters. It's basically just Luke and Michael expressing their love for each other over Instagram. I have gotten these photos from various places, but none of them I took myself. I sincerely hope that this little fluff book thing makes you smile because it made me smile while writing it. This is relatively short. Each part has less than 100 words to it. It's not necessarily mature. But there's a few references to sex here and there. And swear words. That's really it though.

- 𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - "𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴." - 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚. - © 2020 sugarcoatedpainn

hemmo1996: holy shit you're fucking hot michaelgclifford: tell me something i don't know hemmo1996: shut up fem!luke { COMPLETED } ✧ © calujm

Smut stories by yours truly, because let's be honest, who doesn't love boys touching boys? (you'll need to fan to read most of the chapters because it's rated R)

collection of muke one shots; top!Michael © wastedheartmuke, 2017-2019; edited in 2019-2021

In August summer ends. In September autumn starts. In February, winter ends. And in March spring begins. But what happens in April? •••• "... and beyond Michael was Luke. I'd always compared Luke's eyes to an ocean, beautiful blue and shining, but far deeper than any human could hope to reach. The pressure of discovering the secrets within the depths of Luke's eyes was enough to kill a man. In that moment, I was sure to be that man, compressed, drowned. Luke wanted things I knew then I couldn't give. Shouldn't give, but I wanted to. I knew then that the devil was not a demon. He was not Lucifer, not Ashton. The devil was not in the eyes of the police, or in my fathers harsh words. The devil didn't whisper into the ears of the pure. He didn't force me to sell my soul. He muttered a feeble plea for me, a soft beckoning, begging for my attention. And like Lucifer, I fell."

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙀𝘿. intentional lowercase ↻ the life of luke hemmings after the loss of michael clifford.

Calum writes songs about Ashton for the band as a way to express himself, but Ashton has no idea.

prisoner!michael likes to pick on parole officer!luke