Just some imagines of the guys, some are requests taken from my Tumblr account: @catb-fics (link in my bio) These stories will mainly be fluff but there's sexual content in some stories (I know not everyone likes the smutty stuff I write so I'll put warnings at the top of each if you don't want to read that kinda thin...
"You know, if they're really buggin' you..." Van's voice is quiet, but it cuts through the soft background noise of the street. He gives another one of his shrugs, as if what he's about to say next isn't important. "We could head back up to my room," He finishes. or Your annual birthday trip with your best friend to S...
"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]
I write about these four Australian dorks a little too much. These imagines were originally posted on my Tumblr account [5secondsofimagines.tumblr.com] until some lovely followers suggested the wonderful idea of sharing the stories on Wattpad as well. Thank you for taking the time out to read my stuff and I hope you...
four quirky best friend + three seemingly useless (but cute) boys + the most popular guy in school turned zombie + a stoner found hiding in a cupboard = a surprisingly efficient rat-tag group of zombie slayers on their way up the east coast of australia to their safe haven. Some of them may have biceps for brains, but...
Ellie had everything she wanted in the world she was known as a spoiled L.A brat but one big mistake has her on the next plane to Australia where she will be staying with her grandparents for the whole summer. Will Ellie be the same brat she was before coming to Australia or will a certain boy change her?
I purse my lips. "Maybe I don't want you to look out for me. Like I said, I don't need anyone." He lets out a laugh. It's a little jarring, how much Zombie resembles his namesake. Sunken eyes, rattling jaw, bared teeth. It's dark and twisted and genuine. Zombie, what happened to you? "You can lie to everyone, Croa...
poetry written when i met someone lethal, but the good kind, if there is one. ❝i love you so much that it hurts my head. i don't mind you under my skin; i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.2 #10 in poetry on 8.19.15 & 8.29.15 © wraiths™ 2015
you're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
ðɪs/ this: used to identify a specific person or thing close at hand or being indicated or experienced.
Delilah left knowing she would be back. Knowing that the midnight drive would force her mind from all of the sorrows at home. Calum left, too... Calum didn't make it home that night. - I often wonder how different things would be now if I could go back and change things. If we never got in that stupid argument or sa...
