"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

"Welcome to the chase. Might as well just call it Hell." cover by @Iucifer

"How could you ever love someone who causes you so much pain?" This is the continuation of "The Chase"

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 creds to her!) ❤️

"I....I could always show you.." He told me Huh? "I could always teach you how." He repeated. "What?" I asked astonished he would even say that. "I could teach you how. I could show you how to be touched, how to touch others, even how to touch yourself" He said with seriousness in his voice. He's got to be joking. This has to be a prank. "But...I..." I was literally lost for words. "Think about it, I'm not just going to teach you how to have sex, I'm going to teach you how to be confident and comfortable with your body. Your sexy as hell but your always so unsure of yourself and you act like a shy little girl. Don't you want to be confidence and stand up for yourself? Don't you want to show everyone that inner goddess dying to come out?" "Yes" I mumbled. I was tired of being made fun of. I was tired of being a coward. "So you'll do it?" He asked with a smirk playing on his lips. Should I even do this? Isn't this wrong? Without even thinking I spoke. "Yes I'll let you teach me your ways" I admitted. "Call it, Private Sex Lessons" He smiled. What the actual fuck did I get myself into?

We always thought nothing could tear them apart. That no matter what happened, they would always be together. That their friendship was unbreakable. The boys thought the same. But when Niall disappears, everything changes. It’s a story of friendship, tears, adventures, confusion and pain.

*3rd Place Winner of the 2014 Olympic 1D Bromance Awards, for Up and Coming Zarry* A war veteran whose guilt doesn't overpower his compassion and hope. His life burned away as did his platoon, but nothing, absolutely nothing, can keep his gaze from the future. But there is a certain coffee shop barista that he might pick up along the way. A victim of abuse that lost his way along with his wide-eyed curiosity. He's about to find out that his problems aren't the only ones that exist, and there's nothing better to help deal with those demons than a person who'll help you bury them. COVER CREDIT: rebellionkids Copyright © Zarrified 2014

❝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

"So baby... how about that good time you promised?" "For the last fucking time you horny pervert, I'm not a phone hooker!" "Oh? So humor me then. Why did I find your phone number written in the local phone booth, with the label 'Asian Persuasion: Call me, for a guaranteed good time'?" "Fuck my life." "How about I fuck you instead?" Or, the one where a prank gone wrong was one of the best and the worst things that happened in Zayn Malik's so called mediocre life.

"because I have a L on my wrist, I think it's you."