"Why is green your favorite color?" "Because it's the color of your eyes." Long time best friends, Luke and Autumn, spend their first year of college living together. They would say unexpected love is the best type of love. Copyright © fluffycashton 2018. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not...
Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours
"but when she looked at him, he was like an ocean and she went back to the girl who couldn't swim." surfer!luke au #281 in fanfiction 12/6/15
"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!!)
"you named your son after a band" "you named your daughter after a fruit" "touché"
"I'm doing it for her and I can't even be home to fucking kiss her goodnight" "You have to remember the end result"
"i fucking hate you, irwin" "sorry, hemmings? i couldn't hear you there, my dick was in your mouth" in which luke and ashton hates each other with a passion and are forced to be roommates through a whole summer filled with hate that somehow takes a sexual turn (for a better introduction i advise you to read the prolo...
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑──── ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ one successful singer meets a painter through hiring her to paint his band's new album cover. - an excerpt of clementine ivers' life - ¡ 2nd Place winner of the Fanfic Genre Batch1 in 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬...
"What are you doing with those?" I asked, staring intently at the handcuffs in his hands as he approached me. He had a little smirk on his face, the fuzzy black handcuffs combined with the look on his face making my heart race. "I wasn't kidding when I told you I was dirty, Cherry." He said. ** WARNING: This book cont...
𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➙ 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ "They're for you," he whispers softly, and the moonlight seeping through the curtains bathes his jaw in a wonderful tone, "Everything I've written, is for you." or The one in which He...
"Agent Hemmings?" I looked over the man in the frame of my door. He was currently out of his usual, formal work suit and in a black leather jacket. His whole getup, in fact, was black, dark, brooding. And it was very strange. "Luke," he corrected me, stepping in the apartment and slamming the door shut behind him...
