▪ "Have you guys ever considered competition with other bands in the music industry?" The interviewer asks the boys. "We aren't really into any competition actually, we just like to have fun most of the time and we just like to do our thing." Ashton shrugged, but it was an obvious lie to the four lads. ▪ There was one...
“You have 16 days.” “Why only 16 days?” He questioned. “Because,” I pause and take a deep breath. “It took me 16 days to decide to kill myself.” Copyright © 2014 cliffocuddles All Rights Reserved -Alternate Universe-
It's you, May. You're what I want forever. [COMPLETE] achievements: #1 in fanfiction
Luke's Pov: "AGHHHHH..AHHHH FUCK" I screamed in pain. I was giving birth to mine and my husbands son, we made him when we were drunk :----). I felt my butt hole stretch, "just a lil more darling" , I pushed and pushed. "I SEE SOMETHING!!" the doctor said "I see something brown??" My husband Michael let go of my hand...
"Kiss me, you loser," "No problem my red headed punk rocker," A series of letters between Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford; two Australian idiots brought together via English project. Trigger warning: Self harm Cover by undertoness