"What are you still doing awake?" Luke asks, nose still scrunched up, but eyes finally open halfway. He looks soft and rumpled, like a kitten or something. "You're not smoking, are you?" "'Course not," Michael drops the cigarette from the window subtly and smiles.
"Are you in love with Ashton?" "Sometimes. We have a love-hate agreement." Or the one where Ashton is sort of afraid of submissiveness and Calum just wants him to stay for like 2 seconds.
"I'm, uh, yeah. A boy, I guess. I'm a boy." "Okay but you still like cock though, right?" Or the one where Michael's trans and the others are only worried about his lack of transition and whether or not he still likes them.
In which a fan introduces Ashton Irwin to the world of fanfiction. © 2014 webby | bonnaroo
❝I've never been as close to a boy as I have at this moment, nor have I with a man. A man that's Luke, a man that's my step-father. This was clear, but my head continued to tell me to forget the facts and give in to the pleasures I was feeling with Luke's fingers against me. "This is so wrong," He whispered under hi...
daddy!michael has trouble keeping baby clifford quiet.
"you know these are bad for you, right?" "you know i dont give a fuck, right?" or; where luke works at a gas station and michael goes there to buy cigarettes everyday [lower case intended]
