Realistic or Modern 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍

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𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘦: 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘦 13𝘵𝘩, 2025
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴.
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥.​

 

[UNDEADxDREAMS]

𝒦𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 ❭ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ. . .

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Kasey had always been a man that valued family and empathy above all, he'd gotten that trait from his father ― so naturally, after the passing of his mother he has broken off his year long relationship, dropped from his major, and traveled back home to the family farm. It had been an easy decision at the time, his family had needed him and as much as he found peace in art; Kasey also knew his dreams weren't really going to go anywhere. His parents had always been encouraging when it came to his passions, like that time he took up football for a week and despite his father serving (and hoping he would follow in his steps) they never once made him feel less than for following his own path but Kasey was also just as realistic as he was stubborn. There were hundreds, if not millions, more kids who were just as talented as he was when it came to his work. It didn't make him love it any less though it did have to take the back burner for now. With his father unable to do thing around the farm and his sister being. . .well, herself it left much of the maintenance on Kasey's shoulders and he bore it well without complaint. Besides, he should have been here. Despite it all, coming back home when he did ended up being for the better; he hadn't expected the crisis they would go through after the earthquakes and traveling back home was hard enough without all the restriction put in place and with the way things were now. . .Kasey doubted he would have ever made it home.
It had taken a few weeks to get the farm in order but his father had insisted this place should be a safe haven to those that might seek it, it's not that Kasey disagreed but he was also well aware that the worse things got out there the more likely people would become desperate and take advantage of their open hand ― it was something he had voiced to his father whom quickly shot him down. Kasey understood, he did, but he wasn't so sure his father did just yet and the last thing he would ever want is to put the last of his family in harms way though it became harder to argue with his father the sicker he got.
Kasey rubbed at his brow, sweeping the drops of sweat collecting there as he finally tossed down the final sandbag onto the floor of the storehouse; he had managed to clear most of the barn's loft of spare hay and equipment to make room for a makeshift stay area for any guests that might happen upon them. There wasn't enough room in the house to hold anymore people and frankly, Kasey didn't want strangers so close until he could be sure of their intentions and anyways he was quickly learning that in his absence his sister seemed to find trouble quite easily and thrive in chaos. Keeping her apart from anyone new might be for the better, for now at least until he could figure out how to handle her. . .tendencies. The sun was just beginning to reach it's peak in the sky which was an indication that it must be roughly noon, he'd been up before the sun was to ensure he had gotten the last of the prep down before the early evening and that the fence had no weak spots for cattle to slip through. They had yet to actually see anyone seeking shelter but with the few signs they've put up within the near by town surely someone would come across them ― frankly, Kasey wasn't so sure there were many people left. The once lively town was mostly abandoned from what he could see aside from the burnt down buildings, most of the useful stores that were left standing had been looted and trashed. If people were out there, they were doing a hell of a good job telling him otherwise. ❝Hey, Cas!❞ Kasey shouted up from the storehouse stairs, he honestly wouldn't be surprised if she had taken off the moment his eyes weren't on her; she didn't seem very eager to help him this morning after all ❝anymore bags that need to be brought down?❞ ​

 

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No one's life had been turned upside down by the recent events plaguing the world than Christian Yoon's. He had been at the airport enduring a four hour layover when air travel officially shut down leaving him stranded in whatever sad city he was currently wandering through. To make matters worse, the only reason he had a layover was as punishment from his father for getting a perfect grade in all of his subjects but math. Instead of a 100% he got a 98% because he had caught the flu. That was unacceptable so instead of the first class direct flights home he was used to, Christian had ended up in economy with that stupid layover. Now, the chances he would ever see his family again was slim to none. With most of the country succumbing to the circumstances, he bet his family had either fled, escaped into a bunker, or joined the millions of corpses aimlessly wandering across the country. One little mistake on his part caused him to potentially never see his family again. He always wanted to live up to his father's expectations for him yet failed almost every time. He was the youngest of three brothers and he aspired to be more like them. Through years of bribery hard work, they had climbed their way up to being successful businessmen, overseeing multiple companies. The same trajectory was expected of him after he graduated university so his father worked tirelessly to prepare him for it. Sadly, Christian's killer instinct was never there. He had the softness of his mother much to the disappointment of his father and bemusement of his brothers.

Wandering down the backroads of an abandoned city with nothing but two suitcases to his name was a far cry from the success he had been raised expecting to be handed. The past few weeks had been absolute hell on Earth. The longest Christian had been out in the wilderness was during the many hours playing basketball after school or the frequent ski trips in the Alps on the weekends through his school. Surviving with virtually no resources was something Christian had never had to do and certainly never planned for. As a result, it was safe to assume that the tall male was struggling. He was physically strong, there was no doubt about that. He worked out almost every day and played sports. However, strength was not enough to survive this type of environment. Street smarts were also required and Christian had spent his entire life in private school. The killer instinct that his father had so badly hoped he'd gain would've been useful right now. He had almost no food left and if he wanted to survive, he'd have to learn to put himself first even at the expense of others. Fortunately, a few hours ago he had begun to stumble across signs detailing a nearby safe zone at a local farm. With no other choice, Christian headed in the listed direction until the silhouette of a large farm appeared on the horizon.

Walking through the gates of the property and toward the farmhouse, Christian couldn't help but feel relieved. He wasn't sure how much longer he would've survived out there by himself. Currently, he was wearing baggy blue jeans and a white tank top that hugged his upper body. He had always been fit but fighting off zombies all day and eating much less than his normal diet really did wonders for his already fit physique. He set his bags down and looked around for anyone that could show him where to go. He wiped a few beads from his brow and let out a tired sigh. A farm was maybe the last place Christian ever expected to end up let alone feeling happy and excited to join such a community. Looking at the other survivors, he could tell that he didn't quite fit in. He assumed most of them had grown up in the area and were familiar with a lifestyle more similar to the farm than his own. He came from luxury and it showed through how he presented himself and how he held himself. Despite having dragged two heavy suitcases for who knows how long across who knows how far, he still stood tall.

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[UNDEADxDREAMS]

𝒦𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 ❭ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ. . .

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Kasey had never been one to complain about physical labour ― it wasn't as though it was his favourite past time but being useful was always enjoyable to him especially when it directly effected his loved ones. Even his few sport team endeavours during middle and secondary school were mostly due to the obvious pride it gave his parents to attend games and cheer him on; naturally the added popularity wasn't hated. If Kasey was truly asked what he would prefer to be doing right at this moment, his answer wouldn't be tending to a farm and hauling heavy feed bags down some stairs; he wanted to be back at school and maybe even planning a getaway trip with his then-girlfriend. She was a great experience and truth be told, if she had not so vehemently refused to go with him, he probably would have married her at some point ― not because he was head over heels for her or anything but because when you boil Kasey down; he's a people pleaser. Even now, as Kasey waited patiently for his sister to respond despite knowing she ditched him, he couldn't really complain much. He had done what his father asked and would continue to do so.
He released a sigh of exasperation after two beats of silence, finally accepting that, yes, Cassie had in fact left him for dead the moment his back was turned. Would he learn his lesson? Not likely. Kasey rubbed at his furrowed brows once more before venturing up the creaky stairs to emerge into the warm sun again, with a quick search he confirmed that there were no other supplies that needed to be store. With little left to attend to, Kasey shifted his stance towards the main building of the property more than ready to hit his bed for a bit of a nap but a distant figure managed to catch his eye; at first he assumed it was sister doing. . .whatever it was that she did when nobody was around to scold her but as Kasey brought his flatten palm up to shield the rays of light from his eyes it quickly became apparent this was a man. Could this be a refugee seeking some safety? or maybe, those sick people had stumbled across them finally. He'd heard about them over the news more than he had actually seen them up close, so really, he wasn't so sure how to tell them apart from the rest of people. With a slight bit of hesitance, Kasey picked up his pace to meet the person half way ― now with only a bit of distance between them he cleared his throat before addressing him while he still couldn't quite make out his features it was apparent that he most likely was not a local ❝You don't look from around here.❞ He stated the obvious, his mouth lifting in a teasing grin, with a faint sound of amusement he tugged at the bandana tied loosely around his neck trying to unstick the material from his sweaty skin ❝ Well, anyways, I can get you set up in the barn - got it cleared out today so guess you're in luck. I mean, assuming you're looking for a place to sleep and not, you know. . .trouble.❞ Kasey trailed off, giving him a questioning look as if the man would actually tell him his true intentions even if they were bad. ❝Kasey, by the way.❞ Was his quick introduction as he paced backwards a few steps with a gesture to follow him deeper into the property.​

 

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Christian was really not expecting much from a safe zone situated on a farm and watching a man approach him in farming attire only seemed to validate his thoughts. What was he getting into? He had been half hoping for some type of military presence or at least a fortress in which the survivors could be properly protected from the infected onslaught. However, it was just his luck that the "safe zone" he discovered was nothing more than a farm. It was certainly a disappointment but Christian had been wandering around alone and defenseless for so long that he was desperate. He squinted, raising his hand up to shield his eyes from the sun, as he watched the approaching male with suspicion but also intrigue. The man seemed to be young and from his silhouette quite muscular too. Must have been from working on a farm, Christian figured.

The ends of Christian's rosy lips curbed upwards in bemusement. Despite the reservations he had about the safety of a farm from the infected, it did feel nice to talk to another guy his age. "What makes you say that?" he replied, taking the opportunity to show off his expensive attire. He was wearing a shiny silver watch that, with the sun beaming down the way it was, reflected the glare. He scanned Kacey up and down before making eye contact with the other male. "You look exactly like you're from here. Where is here anyways?" he asked, glancing around at the farmland around him. His previous cocky smirk sunk into a frown when the prospect of sleeping in a barn sunk in. "Uh, I know I just got here but is there no space in the house? I don't do well in... dirty places." the male stated, unaware of the potentially insulting subtext that was being conveyed. He ignored Kacey's question about his intentions, feeling that it was obvious he wasn't here for trouble. Christian had never had to run a place like this before or deal with potentially dangerous people so he didn't have the same caution others did. He was quite naive in that way.

"Christian Yoon." the male repled with a friendly smile that quickly turned into another mischievous smirk. "Dude, isn't Kacey a girl's name?" he asked.

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[UNDEADxDREAMS]

𝒦𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 ❭ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ. . .

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It had been awhile since Kasey had interacted with a guy within his age bracket, at least he assumed, Christian didn't look too much younger than him if he was and certainly didn't look older. Regardless, it would be great while he stuck around ― guy talk with his dad wasn't exactly his favourite pastime. While Kasey had already felt relatively relaxed with his new acquaintance though he could admit; it felt a bit different than he was used to. He was. . .prettier than he'd like to admit which was mildly distracting enough so that he nearly stumbled over his own boot when he glanced over his shoulder to send the man a antagonized stare at his taunt ❝I'll have you know, this shirt cost me a whole $10 for a pack of three - doesn't get more luxurious than that.❞ He'd quiped with a slanted grin, sure, the collar was a bit tattered and there was probably sweat stains not even Mr. Arm & Hammer himself couldn't get out but it was reliable and what was the point wearing anything else when he knew it'd be covered in more dirt and grim than he even knew the earth had to offer. Kasey took another half hazarded glance at the man before his dark eyes trailed down to observe his outfit and his iced out wrist (that seriously fit him infuriatingly well. . .) he doubted Christian would even be able to make it to the porch without kicking up dirt on his pants. ❝Here is probably a thousand miles from where you're supposed to be if I had to guess.❞
Kasey had been with men before, typically not anything serious or long-term, not that he hadn't wanted to; the men he tended to fall into bed with were pretty non-committal and at the time being in a new city and a new school he wasn't complaining ― not that Kasey was thinking of Christian in bed with him or being with him at all, that would be weird of course. . .he had barely just met the guy and couldn't just assume he was into him even if his fit physique was tempting.
He snorted softly at Christian immediate disdain at the thought of spending time in a barn and to be fair on his part, Christian didn't look like he even knew what a barn was; naturally Kasey would prefer a stranger not under the same roof as his family but he was also very sure his father would insist on being hospitable if his complaint was ever brought to his attention. ❝Should'a figured you say something like that, alright, your majesty―❞ He took a dramatic pause with his arm outstretched as they both finally neared the front deck of the main house while the light blue paint was peeling from the structure it was still a cosy, two story home that otherwise had been upkept well ❝You can take my room, I'll show you around real quick and introduce you to everyone; still some stuff I have to do.❞ Kasey off-handedly mentioned as he worked out the logistics of welcoming Christian; he would just take the pull-out couch in the living room because realistically Kasey didn't spend a ton of time in his room anyways and was usually up before the sun to tend to the livestock. The deep-skinned man side-eyed Christian in amusement as he climbed the creaky wooden steps ❝Hey, watch it, Christian. Could always send you back to the barn - I'm sure the goats would love to spoon, it gets cold at night ya know.❞ Kasey quickly gave the man a run down of who was currently residing on the property; for now it was himself and his family but they were anticipating more company soon enough. There weren't many rules at this point, he mostly tended to the hard-labour and mentioned that Christian is just asked to make himself useful in exchange for the roof over his head.​

 

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𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗠 ❭ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 !
―――――――― (𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴.)

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It was funny, really, the way things just always seemed to work in Kwan's favour regardless of how much people tried so vehemently to ruin everything for him. It started with his mother despite how simple and unassuming she may have looked ― she was irritatingly observant; able to see right through Kwan's performance while others took him for what they saw at face value. It wasn't like Kwan went out of his way to be a bad guy though he didn't really try to be all that good either, he just didn't like being denied of things he deserved and Kwan believed he deserved a lot. What he truly craved more than anything was love, he searched for it and tried it on but nothing seemed to fit the way he knew it would when it was real. Having lacked so much of it while growing up, envying the love and affection he saw strangers share on the streets wondering when it was his turn. He was successful and rich, he deserved love.
And then, he saw him. Never before had Kwan ever laid eyes on someone so perfect for him; instantly he knew he needed to have him. It was easy enough, when Kwan wanted something he'd stop at nothing to get it and really Sebastian hadn't put up much of a fight once his last name came into play, the Im family was well known throughout Korea and America for their lucrative corporation. Sebastian was simple enough to please and it truly took every ounce to try to be normal ― Kwan wanted nothing more than to smother the shorter man in his arms and never let him go again to keep him from the rest of the world but Sebastian had a short temper when it came to things he didn't want in that moment but Kwan didn't mind. It only made him want Sebastian more. It was only natural that when Kwan asked Sebastian to marry him, he had said yes; regardless of whether or not it was because of his money and influence, it was one step closer to locking his love away for himself. The end of the world only further proved his point about things just always working out his way, what better way to keep Sebastian away from the world than just simply having the world end. Sure, Sebastian wasn't happy about it. . .well maybe that was an understatement, but even Sebastian's meltdown couldn't wipe the sly grin he wore on his face for the first few weeks of the apocalypse.
He knew well enough they couldn't stay in their condo forever, while it had at one point great security with 24/7 surveillance, Kwan was certain that had tanked shortly after the staff that ran the place did but he wasn't sure when or if Sebastian was ever ready to let go of the luxury they no longer had. . .seriously with the existential crisis he was currently having you might think it was his generational fortune that was lost. ​

 

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When it came to relationships or intimacy with others, Christian's story was quite complicated. It quite well reflected the confusion within his own mind about his sexuality as well. Going to a private school, there were only so many students per grade. Therefore, sleeping with men was not always an option. Before he had even discovered he liked men, he slept around with various women, earning him the title of one of the schools' heartbreakers. He wasn't one for commitment nor was he one for prolonging the inevitable. Usually he would fall asleep beside a woman and be gone without a trace by the time she woke up in the morning. That all changed when he felt unexplainable and deep desires for a male student in his class. After that experience and beginning to experiment with men, he latched onto his eventual girlfriend, deeply in denial about who he was. When that relationship inevitably crashed and burned, Christian returned to seeking out comfort from men. Quickies behind the bleachers, making out in a bathroom stall during lunch period, etc. It was a part of him he felt ashamed of even if deep down he knew his feelings toward men to be true to his heart.

"Wow, a whole $10?!" Christian mocked, pretending to be shocked. "It shows." he deadpanned, his grin remaining ever so smug on his face. "Really living the life of luxury out here with all this dirt... and animal shit." the tall male responded, once more glancing around at his surroundings. He was still unsure how to feel about this being his new home for the indefinite future. Would he even be able to adjust to a farm lifestyle? Would the farm even last long enough for him to find out? Christian let out an amused snort when he heard his nickname for the first time. "Dude, you're so lame." he teased, rolling his eyes as dramatically as possible. However, as hard as he tried to pretend like he hated it, his large smile betrayed him. While Christian had a deep inner turmoil, his surface level thoughts and feelings were easy to read from his face. Try as he might, Christian was no actor.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna impose..." Christian began. However not even a second later, "well if you insist I guess I could take your room." he replied. "For real though, you sure this is okay? Maybe we can share it." he asked as he set his bags down at the foot of Kacey's bed. Sleeping in a furnished room atop a comfortable bed sounded like heaven. While he didn't want to push Kacey out of his room, he sure was not going to complain if this is the situation he ended up in. Christian followed along, giving Kacey the occasional nod as he gave a brief rundown of the farm. "Hey, before you leave, could you help me unpack? I have too much stuff and I don't know where to put it all yet."

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𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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Tara hated that she had to leave California, the "disease" so to say, had taken absolute control over her area and made it extremely difficult for her to settle down and cultivate a "safe space" since her home was on the edge of a beach, and many"Zombies" love to roam around near her. This brought her to two options, either stay and eventually become one of the lurkers or travle somewhere desolate and be, temporarily, free from the chaos. She decided on the second option. Just three days ago, she was packing up her things for her trip and now shes sitting beside her car, now broke down, out of gas, no money, and no place to go. In an attempt to start her car up one last time, she hoped into the drivers seat and turned the fob one last time, only being met with the small sputter and pitiful giveout of her engine. She sighed dramatically and rested her head on the steering wheel. "I give up, the odd's never work in my favor." She mumbled under her breath, sitting up and checking out her surroundings. She did get where she wanted to be, an issolated city which not much to look at. She only saw a few decrepitus like buildings and what seems to be abandond wooden fences. With a heavy sigh, she pulls herself out of her car and runs around to the back to grab her things. She kisses the air and waves a small goodbye towards her car before setting off into her unknowingly short journey. Upon starting her way down the road, she sees a small sign stappled to the base of a tree. It alerted that there is a so-called "safe house" just right up the road, so with a boulder on her shoulder, she began to tread hestily towards the hill. As she arives at the top of the hill, she sees a cute, lively looking farm. She allows herself to smile softly at the thought of finally being able to feel the warm presens of human life again. She makes her way towards the farm, looking around and almost basking in the sunlight. She reaches up and pulls the claw clip from her hair, allowing it to fall down her back. She looks around to see if anyone is in sight and then disapointment sets in. With another hope in mind, she treads towards the door, glancing inside the window to see two men standing not far from her. She sets her things down and knocks on the wooden door. "God, i hope theyre nice folks."

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[UNDEADxDREAMS]

𝒦𝒶𝓈𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓃 ❭ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ. . .

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The Coleman farm had not been the ending Kasey had imagined for himself, he had always been a city guy ― enjoying the never ending lights and noise, never understanding how his father could find peace in the silence that came with being so far out. He often struggled with sleep, being able to walk the bustling streets in the early mornings on the hunt for a bowl of hot ramen and a beer was freeing in a way he could never explain to anyone else. Even when he'd been told about his mom and made the decision to drop everything to come back home, Kasey was sure he would always long to be back under the neon lights. It took him awhile to appreciate the bellowing of frogs in the night, the cool air on his skin, and the exhaustion after a long day of hard labour. While he had his apprehensions of allowing new comers onto the farm and near his family, he did want others to experience what a life like this had to offer though. . .he doubted somebody like Christian would be able to see the decent parts but Kasey didn't mind being surprised when it came to being wrong about things.
Although, Kasey's bedroom had clearly been lived in at some point if the pictures of his high school days pinned to a corkboard that overlooked a wooden desk was anything to go by; it was clear much of his time wasn't actually spent there, the bed was made and the side table was void of anything personal besides a lamp even the closet only held a few sweaters hanging. Typically, Kasey would crawl into bed sometime after 10pm and be back up and out by 5am to tend the barn and fields. He was sure Christian would get more use out of the bed than he ever did since arriving back here, long gone were the days of lounging in bed under messy sheets with his partner trying to ignore wandering hands before he eventually gave in only prolonging the inevitability of having to start their day. As much as Kasey enjoyed the busy schedule he appointment himself, it was clear to anyone who paid attention that he used the farm as a distraction from what was really happening ― apparently even the world ending couldn't distract him from his chores. ❝Nah, you're good, man. Don't spend a ton of time in here anyways ― I'll grab new sheets for you tonight.❞ Kasey mentioned offhandedly while he always washed up before passing out each night he still assumed sleeping in a strangers bed wasn't something Christian would particularly want if his prim attitude about dirt indicated anything. With his short tour now over with (minus the farm, that would come a different day) Kasey didn't mind offering a hand to him; he was sure being in a new place having only met him was probably intimidating but he was sure after Christian met his sister he would be more inclined to be on his own. He agreed to help and led them back to Christian new room ― Kasey pulled open a few drawers on the dresser ensuring they were empty, they were. ❝You're welcomed to use the dresser and closet, I can guaranteed I don't have nearly as much shit as you do - which, by the way, how does one person even own this much stuff.❞ He commented, side eyeing the suitcases Christian pulled up with clearly poking fun at him once again. Kasey probably only had enough pants and shirts to get him through the week without having to do a load of laundry, he let out a soft grunt as he lifted the case onto the bed in order to unzip it and reveal its contents though he paused briefly ❝I'm not gonna find anything weird in here, right? Do you secretly wear women's underwear or something? Not that I'd be into that but red is totally your colour.❞ Kasey stifled his amusement before finally moving to pull some of the contents out of the bag though as he lifted his head he happened to peer out the window that directly faced the entrance of the farm ― vaguely he could see someone approaching not much longer after that a knock sounded throughout the stillness of the home. He glanced at Christian for a moment in before moving to open the front door to greet the new comer; two in one day was exciting news. ❝Looks like today's our lucky day, two in one day. Hey, I'm Kasey and this. . .is Christian. He just stumbled onto us too, I take it you saw the signs?" He asked the women standing before him.​

 

[Grnmtnman23]

Tommy swung the metal down hard, the pole slicing through the calf of the man. The sound of “uhhhhggghhh” hurt Tommy’s ears as his blade tore through the leg and into the grass. Louder than an airhorn but not going anywhere quickly Tommy decided and ignored the sound coming from him, taking a moment to drop his hiking backpack and ruffle through the garage that the man was guarding for anything useful. Fishing hooks, lighters, water purification tablets, fresh apples. This place is a gold mine he thought to himself as he stuffed his bag. He knew that the dead would be coming soon to the noise. He’d have to be quick.


It had been a few weeks since the horrors filled his television screen of the virus running wild through the world and the visual of what happened when you were infected by it. Immediately after the footage aired, the social order broke down, with every box store being looted, and people shooting each other over the last bits of stock at the sporting goods store. Tommy wasn’t some pussy who was going to sit on the couch and cry, he had other ideas for how to handle the end of the world.


Tommy started in on the apples, taking a large, smacking bite as he went through the kitchen collecting whatever food could be carried. He watched with a giggle as the man struggled pointlessly to move in the front yard. The comedy of the struggle never got old.


The first day was transformative. Driving home from the last period of high school dodgeball, he had barely said goodbye to the last kid when he heard about the end of the world on the news. When he had gotten home it only took 15 minutes of watching the coverage on FOX news to find the 6 shooter in his sock drawer and reprioritizing what was important in his life. That first night was a simple but elegant learning experience as he kicked in his elderly neighbors door walking by them as they stood their speechless in confusion. They finally were just getting the courage to demand he leave their basement when the nearly five foot long ice fishing pole was spotted. Light as a feather and designed with a razor sharp point at the end, it was designed to be slammed into frozen lakes to ensure it was thick enough to safety be walked on.


Tommy made a small fire in the living room and walked back outside, the fire would make just enough noise for a few hours as the house burned that any dead in the area would be keep distracted. Another minute or two of packing his loot everything was set to go except for one thing. Looking over the man, blood had gotten all over the lawn and the noise had mostly died down, it had become almost tranquil. Walking over to his poll, Tommy wrapped his hand around the shaft and heaved, instantly causing the screaming to began again. Looking down, the man writhed in agony, “Please. Just kill me!” being screamed yet again. Tommy shrugged, tossed the apple over his shoulder and drove a hole clean through his head.


“Well now. I think I am out of neighborhoods in this suburb to light on fire.” He through the backpack up to his shoulders, careful not to disturb the holster on his waste. “Someone said there was a bunch of farms this way though. Farms have food. Might be a good time to see if they were telling the truth or not”

 

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𝕬𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝖁𝐄𝐆𝐀 .ೃ࿐ ❝ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ! ❞

↳ ❝ addison's journey through the middle of butt fuck nowhere was going about as well as one would expect it to. he didn't exactly have much to his name; a backpack with a can of something that was most likely expired, a pocket multitool, and a crowbar that had most definitely seen better days. there were blisters rubbing on the back of his heels, some popped and scabbed over from days on end of pressure and no rest, and he was positive that his blonde hair was a lovely shade of dog shit brown, and rusty red by this point. mud and blood were caked underneath his fingernails, and smeared on his cheeks from fighting tooth and nail for the past god knows how long. the crowbar had started warping out of shape, and addison was starting to realize that he was losing hope fast. ​

he was a relatively capable boy, maybe not the strongest out there, but he was fast and quiet, and his strengths resided in his ability to evade and . . . run away. for a while now, addison had been residing in a storm shelter in the backyard of one of his dead neighbors. it had been a safe, cozy little spot that he'd turned into his own, with decorations from scraps of stranger's belongings and little trinkets he'd found in trash cans and alleyways. ​

addison had been pretty rudely evicted from his shelter though, upon returning from a supply run to find his humble hole in the ground occupied by a group of scavengers that had not so politely attempted to murder him when he approached them. ​

so, here he was now, after a few weeks of nothing but walking day and night to find somewhere suitable for him to survive. a few hours- days(?) back, he'd stumbled across a few billboards advertising a safe house. he'd found it comical at first, signs plastered around buildings and streets like they were advertising an apartment for rent, or an open house for first-time home buyers. most of him assumed it to be a trap, because surely there was not enough good left in this world for someone to be taking in poor, battered strangers like himself? given what addison had already experienced, how many people he'd fought against and ran from that still had their conscience, he surely doubted that he wouldn't be killed and looted immediately upon entry into this "safe house".​

but, against his better judgement (and probably from the mild delirium that came with running solely off of adrenaline and a single apple), addison followed the signs, shortly approaching what was probably the most paradise-like building he'd seen in longer than he could remember. ​

even so, addison drew the crowbar from his backpack, clenching it in bruised knuckles while he tiptoed around the fence, climbing over it to stand just inside the boundary. he wet his cracked lips, tired gaze landing on a barn that seemed to be a little closer than the house- and frankly, was most likely less occupied than the main building. maybe he could get away with just staying here for a while? just long enough to get a some sleep? addison crept towards the barn, heart racing, and his arms ready to full send the crowbar into anything that tried to jump on him because he sure as hell was not about to go out like this. ❞​

 

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𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗠 ❭ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 !
―――――――― (𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴.)

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It was funny, really, the way things just always seemed to work in Kwan's favour regardless of how much people tried so vehemently to ruin everything for him. It started with his mother despite how simple and unassuming she may have looked ― she was irritatingly observant; able to see right through Kwan's performance while others took him for what they saw at face value. It wasn't like Kwan went out of his way to be a bad guy though he didn't really try to be all that good either, he just didn't like being denied of things he deserved and Kwan believed he deserved a lot. What he truly craved more than anything was love, he searched for it and tried it on but nothing seemed to fit the way he knew it would when it was real. Having lacked so much of it while growing up, envying the love and affection he saw strangers share on the streets wondering when it was his turn. He was successful and rich, he deserved love.
And then, he saw him. Never before had Kwan ever laid eyes on someone so perfect for him; instantly he knew he needed to have him. It was easy enough, when Kwan wanted something he'd stop at nothing to get it and really Sebastian hadn't put up much of a fight once his last name came into play, the Im family was well known throughout Korea and America for their lucrative corporation. Sebastian was simple enough to please and it truly took every ounce to try to be normal ― Kwan wanted nothing more than to smother the shorter man in his arms and never let him go again to keep him from the rest of the world but Sebastian had a short temper when it came to things he didn't want in that moment but Kwan didn't mind. It only made him want Sebastian more. It was only natural that when Kwan asked Sebastian to marry him, he had said yes; regardless of whether or not it was because of his money and influence, it was one step closer to locking his love away for himself. The end of the world only further proved his point about things just always working out his way, what better way to keep Sebastian away from the world than just simply having the world end. Sure, Sebastian wasn't happy about it. . .well maybe that was an understatement, but even Sebastian's meltdown couldn't wipe the sly grin he wore on his face for the first few weeks of the apocalypse.
He knew well enough they couldn't stay in their condo forever, while it had at one point great security with 24/7 surveillance, Kwan was certain that had tanked shortly after the staff that ran the place did but he wasn't sure when or if Sebastian was ever ready to let go of the luxury they no longer had. . .seriously with the existential crisis he was currently having you might think it was his generational fortune that was lost. ​

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Sebastian couldn't believe it. He had lost all of Kwan's generational wealth that Seb had worked night and day to acquire for himself. Long gone now were the days of spending hours inside the Chanel store or impromptu trips across the world simply because he was bored. Now, all he was left with was his helicopter fiancee and their run down penthouse apartment. The day the news broke had been the worst. Endless screaming echoed down the empty halls of their house as Sebastian let out all of his grief and anger in the form of the largest meltdown the world had ever seen. Silence only came after Seb's vocal chords died which took a scary amount of time to occur. He loved Kwan, that was a fact. However, he loved his lifestyle just as much (if not more) and that was what he was mourning. He would never be able to return to the comforts of his life ever again now had to struggle even more than before he had met Kwan. He had gone from the best years of his life to the worst one. What made matters worse was that somehow Kwan did not seem that bothered by the end of the world. Actually, he was taking it all quite well which infuriated Sebastian even more. Of course, the one handed everything on a silver platter was the one that didn't care for any of it or seem to appreciate the value of it.

Currently, and like the past week, Sebastian lay unmoving on their massive king bed. The extremely puffy sheets almost completely hid the smaller male. He hadn't stopped crying ever since the television broadcasted the news of their impending doom. Most people had tried to flee from the city but Seb couldn't let go of everything he was about to lose. He still had wardrobes full of beautiful and lavish clothing, boxes of jewel studded jewelry, and a huge house to walk through. How could he let that all go to wander out in the wilderness? Sebastian was many things but a wilderness survivor was unfortunately not one of them. Like a flower in the desert Sebastian seemed destined to wilt away until there was nothing of him left. He didn't see a reason to continue in the hellscape that was the zombie apocalypse after he had been so close to getting everything he had dreamed of.

"Kwannie, I'm hungry." the male mumbled faintly from under at least three layers of blankets. It was barely even audible but it was the first thing he had said in two days. That fact alone should've reflected how hard the younger male was taking this all. It was usually impossible to get Sebastian to shut up not the other way around. In his whole life, he had never been silent for this long before especially ever since he met Kwan.

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Christian's new bedroom was certainly a fixer upper in his eyes. As his eyes scanned the room, he noticed how bare the walls and furniture were. It seemed almost like a set than it did an actual bedroom. He also figured that his own bedroom back at his estate was likely triple the size of Kacey's. Thankfully, his private dorm room at his university was roughly the same size. It was slightly more decorated with hand-carved wood but Kacey's room certainly sounded better than sleeping in a dingy barn. He didn't understand how Kacey could willingly live like this but he wasn't going to question it while Kacey was literally handing over his bedroom to a stranger. Upon Kacey's question, Christian's eyes lowered to his suitcase. "Oh these? I lost all of my other suitcases at the airport, they never made it to baggage claim. I'm living on scraps right now." the male complained, as if the two suitcases in front of him were not full of valuables. Instead of survival equipment such as a tarp, weapons, or food, what was packed away in Christian's suitcases was jewelry, shoes, perfumes, basketball clothes, and various other luxuries.

"Red? I don't know whether I should be flattered or creeped out that you think I'd look hot in red underwear." Christian teased, kneeling down to begin unpacking his luggage. As he was pulling out his neon colored basketball shoes, a knock disrupted the silence within the farmhouse. Christian followed after Kacey to the front door where before him stood a young woman. His lips curled up into a smirk as his eyes scanned the woman up and down. Perhaps, life on the farm wouldn't be as bad as he thought. "'Sup, I'm Christian. If you're planning on sticking around, I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other." the male said, before turning to Kacey. He leaned in so that only the other male could hear. "Bro, you still game to help me unpack? Would hate for you to miss the red underwear I have secretly packed away." he teased.

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[Grnmtnman23]

The knife came down, slipped, and was brought back up again tearing into the meat. “That part was a burned a bit” Tommy thought to himself, “But overall that was the best steak he had been cooked in a year.”


He had stayed at the West’s farm for three days now, given food, water and a bed, as they had played the gracious host the entire time. Tommy had enjoyed being the gracious guest, but especially the fact that they had solar power on their cow and sheep farm which meant a hot shower every morning, and music to listen to every evening. “This is paradise” Tommy thought. A deep respect for Jim and Carolyn had been slowly built up, but right away Tommy knew they were no fools when he arrived at the gate and was greeted at gun point by two men with assault rifles and one who was a hundred yards back, tucked behind cover. One of their sons had given him quite a feel as he checked every body part to remove any weapons he had on him a good measure against anyone with bad intentions.


Looking over, Jim was still taking the last bites of his steak and Carolyn was just getting up, so Tommy figured what better time to announce his intentions.


“So one big bottle of Tylenol and some prescription drugs were three days rest here. What do guns or food get me?”


Jim lowered his fork and gazed off into the table thinking as slowly as his grey hair might indicate.


“A week? If you come with bullets to feed into them. Food as you can see, we don’t need. We don’t need manure, we don’t need tools that I can think of. All of that we have, and we have the spares for when the one we are using break. Seeds though? If you had seeds for anything we don’t have? That might work. They are light, should be able to carry a bunch at a time. You'll find some if your lucky.”


Tommy nodded with a smile. He supposed that he could have started shooting when he got his gun back, but what was the point? “This farm could be an endless supply of food and shelter for him. And not one person had asked him where the medicine had come from, they all knew it was from one kind of dead man or another”. There was also the fact that excluding the elders who ran the place, he had seen two sons and 5 farm hands, all of whom were armed and ready for a fight to defend this place. That didn’t include any wives and any older kids who might be armed as well. He wasn’t even sure that there wasn’t more of them working the fields or cattle somewhere because Jim had never actually said how many people he had working for him. As he’d thought before, they were smart.


“Alright, well then, tomorrow morning I’ll grab that map of the area you mentioned, and be on my way. With a little luck I’ll be back in a week. By the way, this steak was deeee - licious. “

 

[victorianfantasy]

↳ ❝ addison's journey through the middle of butt fuck nowhere was going about as well as one would expect it to. he didn't exactly have much to his name; a backpack with a can of something that was most likely expired, a pocket multitool, and a crowbar that had most definitely seen better days. there were blisters rubbing on the back of his heels, some popped and scabbed over from days on end of pressure and no rest, and he was positive that his blonde hair was a lovely shade of dog shit brown, and rusty red by this point. mud and blood were caked underneath his fingernails, and smeared on his cheeks from fighting tooth and nail for the past god knows how long. the crowbar had started warping out of shape, and addison was starting to realize that he was losing hope fast. ​

he was a relatively capable boy, maybe not the strongest out there, but he was fast and quiet, and his strengths resided in his ability to evade and . . . run away. for a while now, addison had been residing in a storm shelter in the backyard of one of his dead neighbors. it had been a safe, cozy little spot that he'd turned into his own, with decorations from scraps of stranger's belongings and little trinkets he'd found in trash cans and alleyways. ​

addison had been pretty rudely evicted from his shelter though, upon returning from a supply run to find his humble hole in the ground occupied by a group of scavengers that had not so politely attempted to murder him when he approached them. ​

so, here he was now, after a few weeks of nothing but walking day and night to find somewhere suitable for him to survive. a few hours- days(?) back, he'd stumbled across a few billboards advertising a safe house. he'd found it comical at first, signs plastered around buildings and streets like they were advertising an apartment for rent, or an open house for first-time home buyers. most of him assumed it to be a trap, because surely there was not enough good left in this world for someone to be taking in poor, battered strangers like himself? given what addison had already experienced, how many people he'd fought against and ran from that still had their conscience, he surely doubted that he wouldn't be killed and looted immediately upon entry into this "safe house".​

but, against his better judgement (and probably from the mild delirium that came with running solely off of adrenaline and a single apple), addison followed the signs, shortly approaching what was probably the most paradise-like building he'd seen in longer than he could remember. ​

even so, addison drew the crowbar from his backpack, clenching it in bruised knuckles while he tiptoed around the fence, climbing over it to stand just inside the boundary. he wet his cracked lips, tired gaze landing on a barn that seemed to be a little closer than the house- and frankly, was most likely less occupied than the main building. maybe he could get away with just staying here for a while? just long enough to get a some sleep? addison crept towards the barn, heart racing, and his arms ready to full send the crowbar into anything that tried to jump on him because he sure as hell was not about to go out like this. ❞​

* . °•★|•°∵𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐱∵°•|☆•° . *

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
Bellamy had always considered himself a little unlucky. It was in the smallest details; sick the day of an important exam, forgetting an umbrella on a rainy day, a crush liking his sister or brother. He’d got used to it, though. Enough so it became easier to work through the little mishaps and continue moving. He had to admit, though, coming home on doomsday was the worst bit of bad luck he’d ever stumbled across. Bellamy had barely stepped off the plane when everything had gone to shit. And now here he was; stumbling through . . . somewhere in a tattered suit and hoodie with barely anything in the pack hanging off his back, just because he saw some billboard about a safe house. Probably not the best idea, it certainly sounded like a trap, but he was fresh out of options. He had no idea if any of his family and friends were still alive, and at this point, he’d take anything. Anything. So off to the suspiciously advertised safe house he went. Turning the corner after seeing yet another one of the signs, Bellamy took a second, breathing out a low sigh as he wiped the sweat from his grimy forehead with his just as grimy wrist. Fuck, he felt disgusting. Probably looked it too, but most of the mirrors he came across were smashed to bits. Using his hand to block the sun, he looked on to see how much further he had to go; only to spot a figure some ways ahead. He tensed. It had been a while since he had to confront another person, days by now. He really wasn’t looking to face anyone hostile, not when he was so close to what could potentially be salvation. Taking a few steps forward, his eyes narrowed to see better. Maybe it was just the exhaustion and slight agitation, but Bellamy swore he recognized that figure. Through the grime, that is. Before his thoughts could process logically, he was running. Ears ringing, heart pounding, breaths hardening. It wasn’t till he jumped the fence around the boundary line and found himself stumbling into the figure that he finally thought: What the fuck am I doing?

 

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Sebastian couldn't believe it. He had lost all of Kwan's generational wealth that Seb had worked night and day to acquire for himself. Long gone now were the days of spending hours inside the Chanel store or impromptu trips across the world simply because he was bored. Now, all he was left with was his helicopter fiancee and their run down penthouse apartment. The day the news broke had been the worst. Endless screaming echoed down the empty halls of their house as Sebastian let out all of his grief and anger in the form of the largest meltdown the world had ever seen. Silence only came after Seb's vocal chords died which took a scary amount of time to occur. He loved Kwan, that was a fact. However, he loved his lifestyle just as much (if not more) and that was what he was mourning. He would never be able to return to the comforts of his life ever again now had to struggle even more than before he had met Kwan. He had gone from the best years of his life to the worst one. What made matters worse was that somehow Kwan did not seem that bothered by the end of the world. Actually, he was taking it all quite well which infuriated Sebastian even more. Of course, the one handed everything on a silver platter was the one that didn't care for any of it or seem to appreciate the value of it.

Currently, and like the past week, Sebastian lay unmoving on their massive king bed. The extremely puffy sheets almost completely hid the smaller male. He hadn't stopped crying ever since the television broadcasted the news of their impending doom. Most people had tried to flee from the city but Seb couldn't let go of everything he was about to lose. He still had wardrobes full of beautiful and lavish clothing, boxes of jewel studded jewelry, and a huge house to walk through. How could he let that all go to wander out in the wilderness? Sebastian was many things but a wilderness survivor was unfortunately not one of them. Like a flower in the desert Sebastian seemed destined to wilt away until there was nothing of him left. He didn't see a reason to continue in the hellscape that was the zombie apocalypse after he had been so close to getting everything he had dreamed of.

"Kwannie, I'm hungry." the male mumbled faintly from under at least three layers of blankets. It was barely even audible but it was the first thing he had said in two days. That fact alone should've reflected how hard the younger male was taking this all. It was usually impossible to get Sebastian to shut up not the other way around. In his whole life, he had never been silent for this long before especially ever since he met Kwan.

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𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗠 ❭ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 !
―――――――― (𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴.)

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It wasn't a stretch to say Kwan wasn't exactly in tune with his emotions. . .well, maybe even that wasn't quite accurate because that would have to imply he felt anything to begin with and honestly, before Sebastian, he didn't really feel anything besides soul consuming envy and boredom. Everyday he spent with his love he could say he had another emotion under his belt ― but this discomfort he was experiencing over Sebastian's lamentation was new and really raining on his parade; yeah, the world ended. Did it kind of suck that he lost the luxury of fancy cars and expensive dinners? sure but the freedom he gained from it was so much more appealing and Kwan couldn't grasp how he couldn't see that. In fact, Sebastian just wasn't acting like himself at all; Kwan expected a tantrum because to be fair there wasn't much that didn't induce a melt down when it came to him but this was lasting entirely too long for him to just ignore.
With a sudden sigh, the taller man shifted in his position on the bright coloured couch Sebastian had insisted on buying when they first purchased the condo. They could be out there running the world the way they wanted with nobody to stand in their way but instead Sebastian had refused to barely even budge from the lump of fabric on their shared bed. He didn't like this Sebastian one bit but what could he do? Kwan had tried dragging him out from the covers, that just ended with Sebastian back under the sheets after some screaming and fighting, so now he sits and waits. He wouldn't leave Sebastian. No, never not after finally finding him. And so, if his lover intended to sit here and die well Kwan would just have to do it with him. The man's head tilted back against the couch in exasperation; maybe boredom would kill him before they ran out of food and water. Though his wallowing didn't last long, his neck nearly rolled off his shoulders at which the speed he sat up upon hearing the sweet voice call out for him. It had been nearly two (2) days since he'd last heard anything besides the pittiful sounds of sobs and whines. It didn't take long at all for Kwan to stumble up, tripping over his feet just to make it into their kitchen to prepare a snack that Sebastian typically enjoyed before he was shouldering the bedroom door open as gently as he could trying to seem as though he wasn't eager to finally get in there and talk to him properly.
Kwan blinked at the lump on their bed, his mouth quirkering up gently still able to find his lover so cute even in such a state, he shuffled around until finally placing said snack on the side table and perching on the edge of the mattress ❝My baby,❞ he called out, his hand gently rubbing circles on the blankets material closest to where he assumed Sebastian's back might be? but honestly who could tell what part of the mass was actually a person and not some pillows piled up. ❝Come on out~❞ He decided treading carefully was probably the best approach to this situation wanting to avoid Sebastian closing in on himself again.​

 

[ultragloss]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
Bellamy had always considered himself a little unlucky. It was in the smallest details; sick the day of an important exam, forgetting an umbrella on a rainy day, a crush liking his sister or brother. He’d got used to it, though. Enough so it became easier to work through the little mishaps and continue moving. He had to admit, though, coming home on doomsday was the worst bit of bad luck he’d ever stumbled across. Bellamy had barely stepped off the plane when everything had gone to shit. And now here he was; stumbling through . . . somewhere in a tattered suit and hoodie with barely anything in the pack hanging off his back, just because he saw some billboard about a safe house. Probably not the best idea, it certainly sounded like a trap, but he was fresh out of options. He had no idea if any of his family and friends were still alive, and at this point, he’d take anything. Anything. So off to the suspiciously advertised safe house he went. Turning the corner after seeing yet another one of the signs, Bellamy took a second, breathing out a low sigh as he wiped the sweat from his grimy forehead with his just as grimy wrist. Fuck, he felt disgusting. Probably looked it too, but most of the mirrors he came across were smashed to bits. Using his hand to block the sun, he looked on to see how much further he had to go; only to spot a figure some ways ahead. He tensed. It had been a while since he had to confront another person, days by now. He really wasn’t looking to face anyone hostile, not when he was so close to what could potentially be salvation. Taking a few steps forward, his eyes narrowed to see better. Maybe it was just the exhaustion and slight agitation, but Bellamy swore he recognized that figure. Through the grime, that is. Before his thoughts could process logically, he was running. Ears ringing, heart pounding, breaths hardening. It wasn’t till he jumped the fence around the boundary line and found himself stumbling into the figure that he finally thought: What the fuck am I doing?

𝕬𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝖁𝐄𝐆𝐀 .ೃ࿐ ❝ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ! ❞

↳ ❝ addison's grip on the crowbar loosened just a little bit with each step he took into the barn that didn't bring a jump scare with it. even so, his heart was still racing in his chest simply because of the fact that it would be so easy for someone to come in and ambush him.
he hadn't made it any further than a step or two into the barn, when he heard the faint sound of something- or someone, moving outside. it was eerie, and it sent a wave of static down his spine. the sound grew closer far too quickly for addison to be comfortable with, and by the time he realized that it was in fact two human feet sprinting in his direction, it was too late for addison, or Addison's heartbeat to catch up.
the figure tumbled into him at the same time Addison launched his crowbar in the general direction of this thing, pulling a started, yet muffled cry from the back of his throat. "no- fuck, please," he stuttered out as fast as his closing throat would let him as he went crashing to the ground, along with whatever it was that had rocked his shit in the first place. addison squeezed his eyes shut, fully convinced that it was a zombie that had just tackled him, and flung an arm out to the side to grab the crowbar that he'd dropped. this was not how this was supposed to go- addison was only good at fighting when he had the element of surprise, not the other way around. he was good at surprises, and running away, and this time, he had the disadvantage of having neither of those elements on his side.
upon realizing that his crowbar was in fact nowhere to be found, addison swung his fist as hard as he could towards the other person(?), cracking his eyes open just enough to see what he was doing. it didn't sound like a zombie, but he wasn't willing to stop trying to fight it. "get the fuck off me, you freak!" addison growled, venom laced in his voice as he shoved at the stranger. "I don't have anything you're gonna want, trust me."

 

[victorianfantasy]

↳ ❝ addison's grip on the crowbar loosened just a little bit with each step he took into the barn that didn't bring a jump scare with it. even so, his heart was still racing in his chest simply because of the fact that it would be so easy for someone to come in and ambush him.
he hadn't made it any further than a step or two into the barn, when he heard the faint sound of something- or someone, moving outside. it was eerie, and it sent a wave of static down his spine. the sound grew closer far too quickly for addison to be comfortable with, and by the time he realized that it was in fact two human feet sprinting in his direction, it was too late for addison, or Addison's heartbeat to catch up.
the figure tumbled into him at the same time Addison launched his crowbar in the general direction of this thing, pulling a started, yet muffled cry from the back of his throat. "no- fuck, please," he stuttered out as fast as his closing throat would let him as he went crashing to the ground, along with whatever it was that had rocked his shit in the first place. addison squeezed his eyes shut, fully convinced that it was a zombie that had just tackled him, and flung an arm out to the side to grab the crowbar that he'd dropped. this was not how this was supposed to go- addison was only good at fighting when he had the element of surprise, not the other way around. he was good at surprises, and running away, and this time, he had the disadvantage of having neither of those elements on his side.
upon realizing that his crowbar was in fact nowhere to be found, addison swung his fist as hard as he could towards the other person(?), cracking his eyes open just enough to see what he was doing. it didn't sound like a zombie, but he wasn't willing to stop trying to fight it. "get the fuck off me, you freak!" addison growled, venom laced in his voice as he shoved at the stranger. "I don't have anything you're gonna want, trust me."

* . °•★|•°∵𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐱∵°•|☆•° . *

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
Bellamy had just barely ducked out of the way of the crowbar before crashing into the figure. Shit- his stupid shoe had fallen off again. Probably what had tripped him up. A disgruntled groan escaped him as he tried getting up, only to have to avoid a flying fist. “Shit!” Dodging another one, he tried getting a good glimpse of the person he had unintentionally rammed into it- please, it had to be him. He had just caught a glimpse of the familiar face before he took a hit to the chin. Fuck- yeah, he deserved that. “Addison!” Bellamy grabbed the next fist to come his way, before grabbing the other one. “Addie! Addison, it’s me, just look at me-” This was not the reunion he was hoping for. Hell, he didn’t really think there would be one, but still. Grimacing, he let go of the other’s wrists as he was shoved back. “I’m not trying to steal from you!” He stumbled back off of Addison onto the ground in front of him; gaze stuck on him as he attempted rooting around behind him for his shoe. “I’m not- fuck, it’s me, Addie.” Addison looked different from the last time Bellamy had seen him. Which was fair, he doubted he looked the same either. Breathing heavily, he pushed away a little, still looking for his shoe. How far back had he lost it? Gaze flickering over the other, soft huff of laughter escaped him. Gods- fuck, Addison’s hair was a mess. Bellamy wasn’t sure why it was so funny. Maybe just because it looked like an entirely different shade of color due to the filth. His next breath caught as he suddenly was unable to stop laughing, taking heavy, choking breaths as he tried to calm down. This was- this was a lot. Shit, was he even actually awake? Had the exhaustion finally gotten to him?

 

[ultragloss]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
Bellamy had just barely ducked out of the way of the crowbar before crashing into the figure. Shit- his stupid shoe had fallen off again. Probably what had tripped him up. A disgruntled groan escaped him as he tried getting up, only to have to avoid a flying fist. “Shit!” Dodging another one, he tried getting a good glimpse of the person he had unintentionally rammed into it- please, it had to be him. He had just caught a glimpse of the familiar face before he took a hit to the chin. Fuck- yeah, he deserved that. “Addison!” Bellamy grabbed the next fist to come his way, before grabbing the other one. “Addie! Addison, it’s me, just look at me-” This was not the reunion he was hoping for. Hell, he didn’t really think there would be one, but still. Grimacing, he let go of the other’s wrists as he was shoved back. “I’m not trying to steal from you!” He stumbled back off of Addison onto the ground in front of him; gaze stuck on him as he attempted rooting around behind him for his shoe. “I’m not- fuck, it’s me, Addie.” Addison looked different from the last time Bellamy had seen him. Which was fair, he doubted he looked the same either. Breathing heavily, he pushed away a little, still looking for his shoe. How far back had he lost it? Gaze flickering over the other, soft huff of laughter escaped him. Gods- fuck, Addison’s hair was a mess. Bellamy wasn’t sure why it was so funny. Maybe just because it looked like an entirely different shade of color due to the filth. His next breath caught as he suddenly was unable to stop laughing, taking heavy, choking breaths as he tried to calm down. This was- this was a lot. Shit, was he even actually awake? Had the exhaustion finally gotten to him?

𝕬𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝖁𝐄𝐆𝐀 .ೃ࿐

↳ ❝ addison swung another punch into the air, the fact that he kept missing only making him even more angry. all he wanted was a goddamn break. one of his punches landed, leaving addison to glare up at the ceiling because whatever his fist had landed on had hurt his knuckles. "what?!" he spat in response to hearing his name, panic keeping him from registering that clearly this was someone he knew, since this someone knew his name. "no! fuck off," he thrusted one of his feet out in an attempt to kick at the man in front of him, face growing red with how irritated he was when the man had the nerve to catch one of his flying fists in his hand.
in a moment of weakness, and probably the fact that the person had clearly stated that they were not in fact, going to steal from him, addison stumbled backwards until he was kneeling in the dirt. "oh. oh-" was he. . . looking for his shoe? Addison's snarl softened just a little bit in amusement- serves him right. his gaze settled on the figure in front of him, and in a flash of about a thousand memories, he swore he felt his heart stop. his hands fell to his side, fingers twitching with the urge to throw himself at Bellamy. "oh." he swallowed hard, staring directly into the soul of the same person that had left him god knows how long ago. something burned at the back of his eyes, but the shock of seeing Bellamy again- and the fact that he was laughing so hard at something, seemed to snap him out of it pretty quickly. his bottom lip trembled so slightly that it was hardly noticeable, teeth sinking into the inside of his cheek. "why are you laughing? why are you- what are- why are you here? what's so fucking funny?!" he didn't even know what he was feeling anymore, the amount of emotions zooming through his veins was making him dizzy. "you're here?" he wasn't even sure if he was loud enough to be heard over the laughter.
maybe he was a little mad. "stop laughing!"

 

[victorianfantasy]

↳ ❝ addison swung another punch into the air, the fact that he kept missing only making him even more angry. all he wanted was a goddamn break. one of his punches landed, leaving addison to glare up at the ceiling because whatever his fist had landed on had hurt his knuckles. "what?!" he spat in response to hearing his name, panic keeping him from registering that clearly this was someone he knew, since this someone knew his name. "no! fuck off," he thrusted one of his feet out in an attempt to kick at the man in front of him, face growing red with how irritated he was when the man had the nerve to catch one of his flying fists in his hand.
in a moment of weakness, and probably the fact that the person had clearly stated that they were not in fact, going to steal from him, addison stumbled backwards until he was kneeling in the dirt. "oh. oh-" was he. . . looking for his shoe? Addison's snarl softened just a little bit in amusement- serves him right. his gaze settled on the figure in front of him, and in a flash of about a thousand memories, he swore he felt his heart stop. his hands fell to his side, fingers twitching with the urge to throw himself at Bellamy. "oh." he swallowed hard, staring directly into the soul of the same person that had left him god knows how long ago. something burned at the back of his eyes, but the shock of seeing Bellamy again- and the fact that he was laughing so hard at something, seemed to snap him out of it pretty quickly. his bottom lip trembled so slightly that it was hardly noticeable, teeth sinking into the inside of his cheek. "why are you laughing? why are you- what are- why are you here? what's so fucking funny?!" he didn't even know what he was feeling anymore, the amount of emotions zooming through his veins was making him dizzy. "you're here?" he wasn't even sure if he was loud enough to be heard over the laughter.
maybe he was a little mad. "stop laughing!"

* . °•★|•°∵𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐱∵°•|☆•° . *

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
“Hang-” More laughter escaped him as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, chest now tight as he fought to breathe. Was he losing his mind? Maybe. It felt like it. Finally, finally, his hand fell upon his shoe but he struggled with grabbing a hold of it, hands trembling. “Hang on.” Bellamy finally forced through his hiccuping giggles, tears streaking down his cheeks as he dragged his shoe closer before just dropping it beside him. Closing his eyes before pressing dirty palms to them, taking deep breaths as his laughter finally fizzled out. He was quiet for a few seconds, shoulders shaking a little before he finally wiped away at his eyes and let himself take a look at Addison. “. . . Shit, you’re real.” He took a deep breath before a soft chuckle escaped, much different than the frenzied laughter from a moment before. “And you’re- you’re a mess.” Hesitantly, like a startled animal approaching another, he reached out, taking a few strands of Addison’s hair between his fingers. “Your hair.” He wasn’t sure he had seen Addie so undone before- they had been together how long? And he was usually so perfect . . . Bellamy’s gaze racked over him, tears collecting once more. No- no, he was still perfect. How could he not be? “Are you okay?” He had to force the words out, throat dry. “This is the safe house, right? I saw all of the signs, but I wasn’t sure if it was actually safe, you know-” His words were rushed, tumbling from his lips even as they burned.

 

[ultragloss]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
“Hang-” More laughter escaped him as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, chest now tight as he fought to breathe. Was he losing his mind? Maybe. It felt like it. Finally, finally, his hand fell upon his shoe but he struggled with grabbing a hold of it, hands trembling. “Hang on.” Bellamy finally forced through his hiccuping giggles, tears streaking down his cheeks as he dragged his shoe closer before just dropping it beside him. Closing his eyes before pressing dirty palms to them, taking deep breaths as his laughter finally fizzled out. He was quiet for a few seconds, shoulders shaking a little before he finally wiped away at his eyes and let himself take a look at Addison. “. . . Shit, you’re real.” He took a deep breath before a soft chuckle escaped, much different than the frenzied laughter from a moment before. “And you’re- you’re a mess.” Hesitantly, like a startled animal approaching another, he reached out, taking a few strands of Addison’s hair between his fingers. “Your hair.” He wasn’t sure he had seen Addie so undone before- they had been together how long? And he was usually so perfect . . . Bellamy’s gaze racked over him, tears collecting once more. No- no, he was still perfect. How could he not be? “Are you okay?” He had to force the words out, throat dry. “This is the safe house, right? I saw all of the signs, but I wasn’t sure if it was actually safe, you know-” His words were rushed, tumbling from his lips even as they burned.

𝕬𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝖁𝐄𝐆𝐀 .ೃ࿐

↳ ❝ addison stared, lips slightly parted like he was trying to think of something to say about the absolute mess bellamy looked. he couldn't even begin to fathom what could possibly be that funny, but even so, he felt his irritation dissipating in sheer relief that the boy was alive, and sitting in front of him. his lips twitched as the shoe was dragged into view, turning into a frown a moment later upon being called a mess. "that's not very nice . . ." Addison muttered, breath catching in his throat when bellamy approached him to take a small chunk of his hair in his fingers. "I know... I know." Addison's eyes closed, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly tired- most likely because of how goddamn scared he'd been that he was about to die.
"it's bad." he agreed shortly; he didn't even have it in him to be offended because Bellamy was right- he was a mess. "but you- you're also a mess! you can't even keep your shoes on," he retorted, falling silent a moment later.
"I'm okay." if he wasn't before, he definitely was now. "are you okay?" his gaze flickered over the entirety of the man in front of him, face suddenly heating up at the realization that he looked this wrecked, in front of the man he wanted to marry. it was humiliating. "no, yeah, I saw the signs too, but I don't know. that's why you scared me, I thought it was a trap- I thought-" he stopped before he could get ahead of himself. a beat of silence passed between the two of them, one where addison stared at bellamy with so much adoration in
his gaze that he felt as if his head might explode.
he shuffled forward a foot or so, arms twitching as he did so. "I-" his words caught in his throat for a fraction of a second, eyes burning again. "I missed you," Addison launched himself forward, hands finally cradling Bellamy's face as gently as possible as his lips crashed against the other's. one hand slid to the back of his head, fingers threading through tangled hair to pull the older as close as he could.

 

[victorianfantasy]

↳ ❝ addison stared, lips slightly parted like he was trying to think of something to say about the absolute mess bellamy looked. he couldn't even begin to fathom what could possibly be that funny, but even so, he felt his irritation dissipating in sheer relief that the boy was alive, and sitting in front of him. his lips twitched as the shoe was dragged into view, turning into a frown a moment later upon being called a mess. "that's not very nice . . ." Addison muttered, breath catching in his throat when bellamy approached him to take a small chunk of his hair in his fingers. "I know... I know." Addison's eyes closed, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly tired- most likely because of how goddamn scared he'd been that he was about to die.
"it's bad." he agreed shortly; he didn't even have it in him to be offended because Bellamy was right- he was a mess. "but you- you're also a mess! you can't even keep your shoes on," he retorted, falling silent a moment later.
"I'm okay." if he wasn't before, he definitely was now. "are you okay?" his gaze flickered over the entirety of the man in front of him, face suddenly heating up at the realization that he looked this wrecked, in front of the man he wanted to marry. it was humiliating. "no, yeah, I saw the signs too, but I don't know. that's why you scared me, I thought it was a trap- I thought-" he stopped before he could get ahead of himself. a beat of silence passed between the two of them, one where addison stared at bellamy with so much adoration in
his gaze that he felt as if his head might explode.
he shuffled forward a foot or so, arms twitching as he did so. "I-" his words caught in his throat for a fraction of a second, eyes burning again. "I missed you," Addison launched himself forward, hands finally cradling Bellamy's face as gently as possible as his lips crashed against the other's. one hand slid to the back of his head, fingers threading through tangled hair to pull the older as close as he could.

* . °•★|•°∵𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐮𝐱∵°•|☆•° . *

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
“I know, I know- you’re right, mon rêve, it wasn’t nice, I’m sorry-” He murmured softly, his smile just as soft and sweet as his tone despite the tears of relief in his eyes. It brightened a little as he laughed, shaking his hand while he gave a small tug to Addison’s hair before pulling away. “It’s not that bad, you still look beautiful.” His gaze darted down to his shoe sheepishly, pinks flushing a dusty pink. Yeah, he was a mess too, wasn’t he? Guess that could happen to a guy while wandering aimlessly through wasteless and avoiding zombies. “Yeah, uh- they’re a bit big. My old ones weren’t made for walking, I had to make due.” Bellamy explained, pulling his shoe closer so he could slip it on. He untied it before tying it tighter, checking it before doing the same to the other. Hopefully they wouldn’t fall off again- or he’d at least find better fitting shoes before they could.
“I’m okay, I promise- Well, I mean, could be worse-” He grimaced, internally scolding himself for having just gone and acted without thinking. What was wrong with him? See one glance of the man he loved and just lose all sense of reason? “I’m sorry, Addie. I hadn’t meant to scare you, I just- I couldn’t believe it was you and acted on impulse. I’m sorry.” Bellamy held fast to the other’s gaze, taking deep breaths as his heart pounded away inside his chest. It was him. It was really him.
A few tears fell as he smiled at Addison’s words, nodding. “I missed you-” He could barely finish his sentence before Addison was kissing him. Laughing against the other’s lips, he reached out to pull him closer; a hand cradling Addison’s face, thumb sweeping over his cheek. This had to be a dream, right? His exhaustion had finally got up to him and he just conked out? Hardly ever did things go his way, not like this.

 

[ultragloss]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
“I know, I know- you’re right, mon rêve, it wasn’t nice, I’m sorry-” He murmured softly, his smile just as soft and sweet as his tone despite the tears of relief in his eyes. It brightened a little as he laughed, shaking his hand while he gave a small tug to Addison’s hair before pulling away. “It’s not that bad, you still look beautiful.” His gaze darted down to his shoe sheepishly, pinks flushing a dusty pink. Yeah, he was a mess too, wasn’t he? Guess that could happen to a guy while wandering aimlessly through wasteless and avoiding zombies. “Yeah, uh- they’re a bit big. My old ones weren’t made for walking, I had to make due.” Bellamy explained, pulling his shoe closer so he could slip it on. He untied it before tying it tighter, checking it before doing the same to the other. Hopefully they wouldn’t fall off again- or he’d at least find better fitting shoes before they could.
“I’m okay, I promise- Well, I mean, could be worse-” He grimaced, internally scolding himself for having just gone and acted without thinking. What was wrong with him? See one glance of the man he loved and just lose all sense of reason? “I’m sorry, Addie. I hadn’t meant to scare you, I just- I couldn’t believe it was you and acted on impulse. I’m sorry.” Bellamy held fast to the other’s gaze, taking deep breaths as his heart pounded away inside his chest. It was him. It was really him.
A few tears fell as he smiled at Addison’s words, nodding. “I missed you-” He could barely finish his sentence before Addison was kissing him. Laughing against the other’s lips, he reached out to pull him closer; a hand cradling Addison’s face, thumb sweeping over his cheek. This had to be a dream, right? His exhaustion had finally got up to him and he just conked out? Hardly ever did things go his way, not like this.

𝕬𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝖁𝐄𝐆𝐀 .ೃ࿐

↳ ❝ addison's shoulders lifted in a shrug, gaze averting towards the ground in a sad attempt to hide his pink cheeks. "I forgive you." he spoke quietly, mmouth opening and closing blankly with how caught off guard he was. "no, I'm yucky and stinky. not beautiful. you're beautiful." addison deadpanned, biting the inside of his lip as he did so to keep himself from laughing out loud at the fact that Bellamy was legitimately putting his shoe back on, which triggered the image of it flying off in the first place. "you haven't been able to find any other ones?" addison shouldn't be one to talk, considering the same pair of boots had gotten him through just about the entirety of the apocalypse so far.
any hint of playfulness dissolved into the air as Addison's expression softened. "I'm really happy you're okay." he offered bellamy a weak smile, mustering up as much amusement as he could. "it's okay, I know you didn't mean to. I'm sorry for punching you, I wasn't really paying attention." thinking back on it, addison wanted to curl into a ball and die. he found it mildly embarrassing now, that he hadn't even cared enough to stop swinging for two seconds to listen to who it was that was bargaining with him.
he moved fluidly with Bellamy, pressing closer when he was prompted to, head tilting into the older's palm. "please don't go away again," addison whispered against Bellamy's lips, fingers curling into the soft waves at the back of his head. addison's hands eventually moved from Bellamy's head to rest on his chest, cheeks flushed a burning red as he averted his gaze. a glimmer of color on Bellamy's left hand caught the corner of his eye as he did so, just for a second, but long enough to make him want to throw up. addison stiffened, inhaling sharply, as he shuffled backwards. "sorry, I'm sorry. I should have asked you." his face was even more red now, only this time, it was from embarrassment instead of excitement. he wouldn't have acted like that though, right? like he wanted it? addison so badly wanted to melt into the older male, allow himself to be pulled flush against him like he was something precious, and kiss him senseless- and it had seemed like Bellamy had wanted the same thing. his heart pounded against his chest, eyes burning with unshed tears- how was he losing bellamy again before he'd even gotten him back? "I-" he started. I love you so, so much. "should we go inside? maybe we can, yanno . . clean up some." Addison shoved down the lump in his throat, offering bellamy a watery smile. "I think we could both use it."

 

[youngiiie]

𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗠 ❭ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 !
―――――――― (𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴.)

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It wasn't a stretch to say Kwan wasn't exactly in tune with his emotions. . .well, maybe even that wasn't quite accurate because that would have to imply he felt anything to begin with and honestly, before Sebastian, he didn't really feel anything besides soul consuming envy and boredom. Everyday he spent with his love he could say he had another emotion under his belt ― but this discomfort he was experiencing over Sebastian's lamentation was new and really raining on his parade; yeah, the world ended. Did it kind of suck that he lost the luxury of fancy cars and expensive dinners? sure but the freedom he gained from it was so much more appealing and Kwan couldn't grasp how he couldn't see that. In fact, Sebastian just wasn't acting like himself at all; Kwan expected a tantrum because to be fair there wasn't much that didn't induce a melt down when it came to him but this was lasting entirely too long for him to just ignore.
With a sudden sigh, the taller man shifted in his position on the bright coloured couch Sebastian had insisted on buying when they first purchased the condo. They could be out there running the world the way they wanted with nobody to stand in their way but instead Sebastian had refused to barely even budge from the lump of fabric on their shared bed. He didn't like this Sebastian one bit but what could he do? Kwan had tried dragging him out from the covers, that just ended with Sebastian back under the sheets after some screaming and fighting, so now he sits and waits. He wouldn't leave Sebastian. No, never not after finally finding him. And so, if his lover intended to sit here and die well Kwan would just have to do it with him. The man's head tilted back against the couch in exasperation; maybe boredom would kill him before they ran out of food and water. Though his wallowing didn't last long, his neck nearly rolled off his shoulders at which the speed he sat up upon hearing the sweet voice call out for him. It had been nearly two (2) days since he'd last heard anything besides the pittiful sounds of sobs and whines. It didn't take long at all for Kwan to stumble up, tripping over his feet just to make it into their kitchen to prepare a snack that Sebastian typically enjoyed before he was shouldering the bedroom door open as gently as he could trying to seem as though he wasn't eager to finally get in there and talk to him properly.
Kwan blinked at the lump on their bed, his mouth quirkering up gently still able to find his lover so cute even in such a state, he shuffled around until finally placing said snack on the side table and perching on the edge of the mattress ❝My baby,❞ he called out, his hand gently rubbing circles on the blankets material closest to where he assumed Sebastian's back might be? but honestly who could tell what part of the mass was actually a person and not some pillows piled up. ❝Come on out~❞ He decided treading carefully was probably the best approach to this situation wanting to avoid Sebastian closing in on himself again.​

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Sebastian had all but given up on any hope that this situation was ever going to improve. People were eating each other in the streets and more importantly, he had lost any ounce of luxury he had. If everyone was dead, monetary value meant absolutely nothing. Therefore, when everyone died, who would be able to see how well he wore his crop tops or van cleef necklaces? If that was the case, truly what was the point of continuing on? Sebastian couldn't think of one, even as his fiancee sat and patiently waited for 48 hours for him to move. However, the smell of his favorite snack- chocolate dipped strawberries suddenly became too strong to resist. The smell sent a rude awakening throughout his body that he was in fact starving. A faint rustling could be heard before the blankets parted ways and Sebastian poked his head out from underneath them. He looked more or less the same except his nose was red from sniffling and his eyes puffy from crying.

He hastily grabbed one of the strawberries and shoved it into his mouth. A small smile flashed across his face that was quickly replaced with an upset scowl at the sound of faint screaming from below the penthouse. "I thought if I waited long enough people would stop fucking dying but I guess I got my hopes up for nothing. God, I never get anything I want, life is so unfair" the male whined, falling backward onto the plush sheets he had just emerged from. There was seemingly not a single ounce of sympathy for any of the people not as lucky as he was to be in a penthouse and getting ripped apart on the floors below them. "Let's just wait for them to inevitably get us too. At least we can die here with all of our stuff." he proposed, eyes narrowing as he stared at Kwan as if to see if Kwan would take his side or not. He grabbed Kwan's hand and gently yanked on it as if to gesture for him to join him on their bed. However, his thought process, as turbulent as his mood, switched without warning.

"Fuck, but then the zombies and poor people gets all of our stuff. What are you going to do about this?" Sebastian complained, covering his eyes with his hands out of exasperation.

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