"Why is surfing like sex?" "When it's good, it's really, really good. And when it's bad... it's still pretty good" Where Ashton's a cocky surfer and Luke's a feminine loser And Michaels a sarcastic bookworm and Calum might just be in love him at first sight.
Calum Hood has been blind since he was born and he sucks at it. Typically, he walks into walls, falls down, tries not to be embarrassed and walks off, but: Calum Hood isn't a typical boy. And neither is Luke Hemmings.
"You can't join the basketball team." He scoffed. "Why?" I sighed, raising my brow high. "You're tiny and really bad at it anyways." He laughed, twirling the ball on the tip of his finger. He's only saying that because he's a skyscraper. "Teach me." I demanded.
"Make me like you. Maybe then he'll notice me." In which Luke is a punk and Calum has someone to impress.
Michael loved the coffee shop he worked at. It was his favorite place to be. It felt like home. It made him feel safe. And yeah okay there was the bonus of dressing up cutely as he stood behind the counter serving the customers. • • • (.=^・ェ・^=)
Michael is a famous reality TV star, living the Hollywood dream while doing absolutely nothing besides causing drama. or where Luke is a average guy living in L.A. with his best friend wasting away his life watching 'Life as a Clifford' for a certain rainbow hair boy. © All Rights Reserved
Luke hemmings goes to an on school campus named PCA [Pacific coast Academy] with his two best friends Calum, and Ashton which they meet a boy named Michael Clifford. Luke begins to take interest in the boy and he seems to notice. This story is somewhat based on the show called Zoey 101.
a story in which calum applies to be the world's first ever male playboy bunny and ashton is the culprit who accepts him into the industry. {lowercase intended} * * * * * [warning: boyxboy, girly!calum, pining, explicit smut] © 2015 by emma (twinkcalum), all rights reserved.
"Hi, guys! Mikey and I have decided to create a combined channel specifically for us and even Luke and Ashton! The link's in the bio, and Michael and I will see you in a bit. Bye!" ~ And that's how Calum Hood introduced his and Michael's new channel, Jellyfish. ~Sequel to KawaiiCalPal (read that first)~
a story in which calum appears to be the epitome of punk rock but surreptitiously wears pretty things out of enjoyment and michael will do anything to find out calum's secret. {lowercase intended} * * * * * [warnings: boyxboy, girly!calum] © 2015 by emma (twinkcalum), all rights reserved.
Luke is an eighteen year old who suffers from social anxiety, but when Michael, a nineteen year old with rainbow hair, moves in next door they become close. Maybe too close for their own good. ✭This idea was from punkrockcliffxrd✭
Luke is getting married in 6 months, but things are gonna get complicated when Michael waltzes into his life. Literally.
i didnt know much about him, except for the fact that he wore lace underwear (sub!ashton & dom!luke)
“why are you wearing a skirt?” “because i’m fabulous” “you’re a boy.” “a fabulous boy that still skates better than you.” … or the one where every time luke sees ashton he's wearing a different skirt. (crossdresser!ashton au)
It all started from a rumour. 'Calum is gay' they said. That mortifying rumour managed to spread throughout the whole school. Even though Calum protested against it, the rumour was entirely true. Whilst Calum does that, his bully - and to add, true love, only just started to figure out what it's like, to develop feeli...
The little catch up, or I guess you could say party, ran pretty smoothly. Until they dared me. They dared me to kiss, someone I actually, deep down, had feelings for. And the kiss wasn't just any ordinary one. It was special. It most likely didn't not feel like a dare to me anymore. It felt real. Warnings // cringe bc...
“i wanna punch him in the face” “don't you mean in the mouth with your mouth?” “yeah that too, but i wanna punch him in the face first”
"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking a...
he's the captain of the football team, and i'm just the boy who takes his picture.
