❝If the worse happens and I tell you to run, you will, okay? Run baby, run...❞ ● Destructive, depressed, and on the verge of an unthinkable downward spiral, Calum Hood meets Gwen Guzman. Sweet, happy, and full of hope, Gwen thrives on helping others. When all of Australia sees the worst accident of the year, Gwen's kind-hearted boyfriend meets a tragic fate and in exchange Calum is given a second chance at life. With a new beating heart in him, the dark-haired, tattooed boy is still unwilling to appreciate the world around him and Gwen more than ever, is determined to aid the lost soul. » winner of the "best calum fanfiction" in the 2017 fanfiction awards » drama, mystery, action » filipina main character ● #talkthepoc ● ● ● r a n k i n g s: » #884 - 5 July 2015 » #595 - 23 September 2015 ● » started: 17 July 2014 » completed: 22 June 2016

"long story short, i hated calum hood." (cover by elle)

"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]

friday, never hesitate

Calum believes that he's got everything a guy could ever wish for: popularity, a band with his best friends, and pretty girls in his high school swooning over him. He always thinks that whatever Calum wants, Calum gets. But of course, nothing stays the same. It all started when a girl named Kristen bumped and crashed into his life and asked him to pretend as her boyfriend for a month. Calum knew it would be nothing but a stupid deal until that stupid little thing started changing every single thing about what he always believes in. He woke up one day realizing three things. One, not everything he believed in is always true. Two, he knew something in his life was missing. And lastly... He's sure as hell that he's not pretending anymore. * Published: September 2013 Completed: March 2014 Status: Major Editing

it's the sex you want, not the person.

COMPLETED | "Make me feel like I am breathing, feel like I am human."

i don’t know this girl, i don’t know what she wants from me. i don’t know what these poems mean. i don’t know anything at all but one: i’m going to find her. ⓒ 2013, Kaira G. Self publishing ct-hood ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorised reprint or use of this material is prohibited. If I fucking learn that someone copied my works, I will find you and skin you alive like pychotic Harry i s2g pls dont this is my baby

cryp·tic [krip-tik]: secret; obscure in meaning With twenty six letters, she composed words that placed the fragility of her life into the hands of someone else. With those same twenty six letters, he formed pleas for her to stay. (#151 in Fanfiction) © 2013 by isohlate. || All rights reserved.