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calum's strong warm hands on your waist, his fingers toying with the pinky beige silk of your babydoll lingerie that hung perfectly over your soft skin, you standing between his legs as he sat on the edge of your bed in the suite he booked for your honeymoon. he wore nothing but boxers and his dark skin looked beautiful in the dim lighting of the room. calum looked up at you as your hair hung over your shoulders, your eyes cast down sheepishly since calum had never seen you this exposed. "baby, you're so... so damn beautiful," he whispered as his hands moved up your ribcage to your shoulders, then his hand took hold of your hot cheek as you chuckled self consciously. you took hold of his hands and held them in your smaller ones, looking down into your new husband's deep and adoring eyes. "i feel so vulnerable and weird," you muttered awkwardly, guilty for feeling uncomfortable in such an intimate moment. "no, no you are perfect to me, love, you're everything i could ever want," calum said, standing up to tower over you as he pulled you to his chest and looked down at you. "i want you to feel safe with me, free to be yourself," he said, grabbing your face again and putting his forehead against yours. "give yourself to me, and i'll give myself to you... just, let go."

Zombie Apocalypse AU (Calum)

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Hey guys! Just thought up a really random and cute (or at least I think it’s cute) blurb and I wanted to go and write it out while the creative juices were flowing. I think I want to make a zombie apocalypse series for all of the boys, but it depends on how well this one does. So please, if you enjoy this, LET ME KNOW! Like, reblog, beam the text off to the aliens, however you wanna let me know that you enjoyed this.

It was November 10, 2015. Or at least that’s what the date was according to your wrist watch, whose batteries had long since died since the world had begun to fall apart. It had been November 10, 2015 for several weeks, maybe even months. You had begun to lose almost all sense of time after your watch died. It was something so minuscule, always knowing the time. But the longer you went without it, the more you realized how much time directed your activities through the day.

Even though you no longer had your watch to tell you the date and time, the bright and boiling sun above you gave small hints as to when you should be doing what. You awoke as its rays lazily streaked across the pastel sky like someone spilled their morning cup of OJ. As the sun began heating up the dying Earth, you would go out and scavenge for food and fresh water to go into your canteen--making sure to avoid any crazy people who would kill for breadcrumbs and a drop of rainwater, or even worse, an Undead. The rest of your day was spent simply surviving and searching for food when you began to feel the pains of hunger. As the sun receded back behind the horizon, you would quickly make your way back into your safe place and feebly attempt to sleep in spite of the strange noises emitting from the world around you.

One morning, you were quietly padding across the forest floor in search of food--the shades of fluorescent green overwhelming your vision. You could hear the sounds of birds calling to one another from tree to tree, the chirping and the rustling of leaves almost deafening. All at once, everything fell silent. The birds stopped chirping so abruptly that there was a slight echo from the sudden absence of the sound. Even the leaves on the long and broad branches of the trees seemed to cease their moving--it was as if the whole forest was holding its breath.