Afraid // Calum Hood
"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]
"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]
"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas
Michael and Annie, who have never met, are kidnapped by the same person. During their stay at their kidnappers' home they both discover a little more than they bargained for. Over the course of time they develop an unlikely friendship and bond that will be put to the ultimate test. Once they find out the truth behind...
[FINISHED - Camp NaNoWriMo] When Michael Clifford, the boy with the strange hair, and Calum Hood, the NOT-Asian, lay eyes on the new girl, they go in for the kill. (This story is based on the song I Can't Remember by Michael Clifford and Calum Hood of 5 Seconds of Summer. It'll include lyrics of the song, but it'll h...
That awkward moment when you go to a concert. And get chosen to go up onstage. Reyna Lacy is that girl.
This is all you'll ever need about FOB in a bible. All praise FOB. creds to Tumblr (Holy Smokes we actually got to #1 in fanfiction) (((I don't care about other bibles and people who ""copied"" me. This isn't...
She thought the world was against her and being loved just wasn't for her, until she met four boys determined to change that. (the writing in this is certainly not my best, just a heads up) warning: this book deals with triggering topics such as eating disorders, self-harm, and suicide. [highest ranking ~ #1 fanfictio...
"You. You're the one that saved my life." suicide hotline © all rights reserved australiahns 2015 / 2016
dickaphobia; (n) the fear of dicks and being creeped out by them. © sleepydrummers 2k15 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. #26 in Humor/#129 in Fanfiction
If you don't love Michael Clifford already here are 101 reasons why you should.
What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my...