Hoodings dzieła

Where a mysterious boy dedicates a blog to his crush and basically puts his whole life online. #hoodings scepticalum #872 in FanFiction

"i. am. a. man." cake hoodings au copyright to @sadness-lrh

Diese Augen... ...Diese Stimme... ....Diese Lippen... ....Diese Haare... ....Einfach alles... ...Einfach nur ER...

maybe it was his motorcycle or the way his cigarette hung inbetween his lips or the prime factorilization that he was bad. bad in a good way. maybe it was baby blue eyes that made me fall in love with him. maybe it was all of it. all i knew was after the countless arguments we encountered, i always came running back. i knew he was no good, but part of me hoped he was. spin off version of my book on 5secondsofbandss , so if you want bad!cal then read the version on there (:

“Who the fuck thought pen-pal therapy would be a good idea?” [contains swearing - trigger warnings]

A girl who has a whole journey ahead

"we are the new americana, high on legal marijuana. raised on biggie and nirvana, we are the new americana " lynkcal © 2015

Cake one-shot/epilogue type thing. You won't understand this if you haven't read the Prove You Wrong series, so I suggest you go do that before reading this! :)

"i'll stay here until those two weeks have passed, i promise." he said, as a tear rolled down his cheek. + slow updates lowercase // sad all rights reserved © tragicth

Luke Hemmings imagines

Where 17 year old Luke gets called to babysit his neighbour's kids, and accidentally falls for their dad. ~1000 words/chapter © 2017

some of us struggle to be happy

Luke was scared. Calum was curious. [complete]

just some cake oneshots k

It's been nearly five years since Calum and Luke have been dating, and they think it's time to let the world know. But instead of outright coming out, they decide to leave us clues to figure it out on our own.

Have you heard the suicide song? The song that gets into your head. The song that drives you mad. Well the woman, the sweet little woman who sings it isn't all that sweet. She plots all the deaths and gets right to work. She plans right down to your last breath. And as you die, you see her true form. Soulless, empty black eyes. A maniacal grin that shows off her sharp pointed teeth. I'm Calum Hood and I survived the suicide song.

where the devil himself falls in love with pretty litte human, or shall I say angel, while hiding in the shadows of the boys life.

"So, what's your favorite band?" Calum eyes me and I cough absently. "Uh...All Time Cuando."