Gold Digger || Calum Hood
She is Fizzy. She is also interesting and objective. The kind of girl who won't take no for an answer, the kind who loves the game of flirtation and conquest. The type who loves to infiltrate the midst of celebrity parties. That girl who is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Girl who loves easy and casual sex. By targeting Calum as her casual sex, Fizzy couldn't expect him to play as well as she did.
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Escrevendo fanfics desde 2007.Histórias +18 , cartoons e bandas ganham meu coração. 26 | LGBTQIA+ | 5SOSFAM | Hufflepuff
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