❝We can cuddle all night long, Your head on my chest, My arms wrapped around your waist, Your soft breathing ringing through my ears, As I draw small patterns on your stomach, And I'll love you forever and ever, Just please don't give up on me, Or I'll slowly sink, Because baby, You're all I ever wanted, And if I lose you I'll lose myself, So please don't give up.❞

"You must have a lot of hair dye."

{THIS A SEQUEL TO NO MATTER WHAT} After the zombie apocalypse, Michael and Calum remain together. The world has been repopulated with the human race, once again. Life has pretty much gone back to normal. Although, the trauma is still there... Calum is diagnosed with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.) Whatever happens, Michael has to be there for him. Will everything be alright now?

Every Friday, a boy comes into Hood's Coffee shop crying. Calum just wants to know why.

"I hate you Calum. I hate you so much." "I love you." "What?" "I love you," he said and kissed me. © 2014/2015 megamusicfreak

a story in which calum appears to be the epitome of punk rock but surreptitiously wears pretty things out of enjoyment and michael will do anything to find out calum's secret. {lowercase intended} * * * * * [warnings: boyxboy, girly!calum] © 2015 by emma (twinkcalum), all rights reserved.

❝ would you please stop spamming my imessage with emojis ❞ ❝ uh, no ❞ - a book of random malum conversations © 2014, Oliwia (skittlesmalum), All rights reserved