Realistic or Modern 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍

[Grnmtnman23]

Another one in the distance. The dead would have been quite funny if they weren’t so deadly, Tommy mused. They moved with all the grace and purpose of an inflatable man in front of a car dealership with the speed of an adult on a leisurely jog. But considering they didn’t get tired, they closed the distance surprisingly quick once they noticed you.


Tommy dropped his bag and map, in the middle of street. He had followed the map a couple miles to find two ranch style houses and large barns attached on either side. All of the days pickings had turned resulted in a couple AA batteries and a can or two of food, but the barns certainly held some promise both in terms of loot and a place to stay for the night. It had better be he thought, he had put down several of the dead getting to here. Compared to the last week it felt like it was crawling with zombies.


The farm he really wanted to check out seemed like it was only a half mile down the road but the sun was just starting its decent over the mountain ranges in the distance. This would do for the night.


The dead turned out to be a fat white woman covered in blood and mud howling at him as she moved closer. Her arms were out stretched as the spear went through her skull, and she dropped down with a thud. “Fuck me” Tommy said as he noticed his shoes were clearly going to be ruined with filth covering them. This was just not going to be a good day.


As the woman dropped with a loud thud, Tommy’s head jolted up as he heard two more screams come from his left and what once were two men started jogging towards him. Less than ten seconds was all he had, and before he knew it, the first one was already close enough to get a spear through the head as well.


The second was right behind him but could be dispatched easily enough, Tommy pulled back on the spear … it was stuck. He gave it a harder yank. “Fuck” Tommy said sharply as the second zombie was on him. Its arms reached out, grabbing at his hand on the spear. It’s mouth came closer to biting at him, saliva dripping as its arms flailed wildly.


“Ahh Fuck!” This was too close. Tommy leaned back slightly and kicked the monster in the upper thigh, enough to drive him back a few inches. Tommy took two small steps backwards, just enough time to draw his side arm.


*BANG*


Tommy holstered the pistol as the monster dropped, the shot ringing out through the forest. At first, silence followed.


“Uhhhhggghhh”


“Fuck fuck fuck.” Tommy said as he stood over his pyrrhic victory, finally freeing the spear.


“Ughhgg”


“Uhhgghh”


“Ughhghhhghghhg”


There were two coming out the window of the house on the right. Four were coming from around the back of the house on the left. He heard what sounded like a pack in the field behind him.


Running to the backpack Tommy grabbed it with his free hand and swung it behind him, taking off down the road. The big farm. Maybe they will have a gate, maybe they will run past. Maybe there will be other people there.


Tommy allowed himself a glance backwards. There had to be a hundred of them. Slowly jogging and flailing wildly. FUCK!

 

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

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Kwan wasn't fool enough to think Sebastian would let him off easy with the end of world, while he wasn't entirely upset about the circumstances that seemed to have fell in his lap he knew that his lover was very much taking this as hard as possible and would probably take any chance he could to push the blame onto Kwan ― it was a process they often went through. It didn't really matter what the issue was at hand, somehow it would be his own fault and well, he would just have to accept that; denying or arguing would only further agitate Sebastian and draw out his own suffering. To some, that might sound like a nightmare but Kwan enjoyed the push and pull, it kept things interesting and he truly did hate boredom. It was a emotion he struggled with for most of his life never being able to find something that was able to hold his attention for longer than a few days. Besides, it wasn't as though Kwan was innocent either ― not many people could put up with the constant hot and cold demeanor he often portrayed or the condescending tone he used when he let his lover know 'it's your fault I act this way' but Sebastian did. Sebastian was made for him and Kwan wouldn't be an idiot and fumble. It was easier if his lover choose to be with him, godforbid Kwan was forced to do something drastic just to keep him.
He watched with soft eyes as his baby emerged from his fortress of blankets to finally eat the snack that had been prepared for him, Kwan let out a soft coo at the way Sebastian's hair stood in several directions due to the static; he gently stroked the hairs down even as the scowl marred his face Kwan couldn't help his affection. ❝Ah~ I didn't take you as someone who would just give up,❞ He teased while watching the man flop back in amusement before pausing, he doubted Sebastian would take his flippant comment well but it was too late to take it back now ❝and anyways, now we can just take whatever we want. You want a hundred designer outfits? It's yours, baby. There's no one to stop us now.❞ Kwan murmured not even hesitating to crawl on top of the soft mattress, resting his weight on his forearms before peppering affectionate nips along Sebastian's exposed skin ❝They can have this shit, it's not even a fraction of what I'll get for you. The whole world's waiting for us out there,❞ His words were muffled against the skin of his lover as his nips turned into open mouth kisses, clearly testing his luck but who could blame him when Sebastian's skin always tasted of something sweet and floral ❝Come on, let's pack your best clothes and get outta here.❞​

 

[victorianfantasy]

↳ ❝ 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."

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𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
Bellamy couldn’t help but smile at Addison’s ready forgiveness, itching to lean forward and kiss the other’s cheek, but restraining himself. “We don’t tell lies, remember? You’re beautiful, even while yucky and stinky.” He replied with a hum, triple knotting both of his shoes just in case. It was probably dumb to hope there were random pairs of shoes laying around the safe house he could use, but wishful thinking didn’t hurt. Most of the time. A chuckle escaped. “Um, yeah- they were the only ones I could find that were closest in my size and still intact, you know?”
With a soft smile, Bellamy pressed another quick kiss to Addie’s lips before pulling away. “I’m happy you’re okay too. Unbelievably happy, I was so worried-” Cutting himself off, he let out a laugh. “Honestly, I’m proud of you. Got a pretty good right hook there, I’m glad you’ve been able to defend yourself, mon rêve.” A quiet hum escaped him as he rested his forehead against Addison’s, breathing out a contented sigh. Gods, things were looking up, weren’t they? At least, he hoped they were. His brows furrowed as the younger pulled away. Did he do something? “. . . It’s okay, Addie.” He reassured gently, reaching out to place a hand against the other’s arm to stop him from pulling back any further. “You don’t need to apologize, love.”
Nodding in agreement, he got to his feet before offering a hand out. “Yeah, that’s-” He cut himself off, swinging his head around at the sound of a gunshot. . . . Fuck. Bellamy didn’t wait for Addison to take his hand, instead reaching down to grab both of his to pull him to his feet. “We need to get inside.”

 

[victorianfantasy]

* . °•★|•°∵𝐀𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐧∵°•|☆•° . *

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
Azalea had found that trees were pretty great. With the right branch, you could sit comfortably. Enough live animals and other things resided in or near them that getting food was relatively easy. It had a good vantage point. And apparently, zombie weirdos couldn’t climb them. At least from her two week long experience of sticking herself up in a nice tall tree during the freaking apocalypse. She’d been heading home from dance rehearsal when hell came to the mortal plane. It had sucked to say the least; her ankle still throbbed now and then after having been trampled among the panic. She was pretty sure that it wasn’t broken, but climbing the tree certainly hadn’t done her any favors. But hey, better than a zombie bite, right? It’s at least what she kept telling herself. Honestly, the worst part about this stupid end of the world shit was she had no one. Cassian and Dad were both abroad, and she had no way of contacting them before going out on her own; phone dead, not that she’d believe it would work anyway, and her apartment had been broken into when she finally made it back, everything of importance missing. Azi doubted she could just happily take a plane either. So, here she was, stuck in a stupid tree with a stupid injured ankle, and- she glanced down at the sound of a gunshot. . . . And some random ass guy running by her tree with a zombie horde after him. Well, isn’t that so fun. She pulled her bag straps tightly over her shoulders before buckling them in, unsteadily getting to her feet on the more steady branch underneath her, getting ready to climb higher. She had made it up two more branches before hearing a snapping sound from down below. Fantastic.

 

[ultragloss]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .
Bellamy couldn’t help but smile at Addison’s ready forgiveness, itching to lean forward and kiss the other’s cheek, but restraining himself. “We don’t tell lies, remember? You’re beautiful, even while yucky and stinky.” He replied with a hum, triple knotting both of his shoes just in case. It was probably dumb to hope there were random pairs of shoes laying around the safe house he could use, but wishful thinking didn’t hurt. Most of the time. A chuckle escaped. “Um, yeah- they were the only ones I could find that were closest in my size and still intact, you know?”
With a soft smile, Bellamy pressed another quick kiss to Addie’s lips before pulling away. “I’m happy you’re okay too. Unbelievably happy, I was so worried-” Cutting himself off, he let out a laugh. “Honestly, I’m proud of you. Got a pretty good right hook there, I’m glad you’ve been able to defend yourself, mon rêve.” A quiet hum escaped him as he rested his forehead against Addison’s, breathing out a contented sigh. Gods, things were looking up, weren’t they? At least, he hoped they were. His brows furrowed as the younger pulled away. Did he do something? “. . . It’s okay, Addie.” He reassured gently, reaching out to place a hand against the other’s arm to stop him from pulling back any further. “You don’t need to apologize, love.”
Nodding in agreement, he got to his feet before offering a hand out. “Yeah, that’s-” He cut himself off, swinging his head around at the sound of a gunshot. . . . Fuck. Bellamy didn’t wait for Addison to take his hand, instead reaching down to grab both of his to pull him to his feet. “We need to get inside.”

𝕬𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝖁𝐄𝐆𝐀 .ೃ࿐

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 !

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↳ ❝ "well . . . you're beautiful-er." addison narrowed his eyes, biting his lip to keep himself from retorting with something snarky. 'we don't tell lies.' addison had half a mind to argue with him just because it had been too damn long since he'd had a good argument with someone- but he'd just gotten bellamy back. he figured it wasn't the best idea to be picking fights already. "mm, 's funny." he couldn't help the grin that split his face as he thought, again, about the way his shoe had gone flying across the barn. addison watched as the other knotted, knotted again, and then triple knotted his shoelaces to make sure they definitely would not fall off again.
"me too." addison hesitated, before agreeing with him. it had taken him far too long to finally start getting over not being with the other, and it felt like by the time he'd began to move on, everything had come crashing down around him again. "you're gonna stay?" he sounded hopeful. "right?" he added, glancing quickly at bellamy as if he were embarrassed to even be asking.
addison grinned, sitting back on his heels. "thank you! I been practicin'!" with the amount of time he'd been out here for, it was only natural that addie teach himself to fight. "you've been keepin yourself safe too, right?" he didn't have any doubt that bellamy was likely doing far better than he was when it came to physical strength.
addison's smile faltered ever so slightly, and despite his body screaming at him not to, he very subtly pulled his arm away a second later like Bellamy's fingers had burned him. he offered a cheerful, "okay!" in response to being told not to apologize as he did his best to push down the lingering hurt (and the fact that he wanted to smash his lips against the other's again). it had been a long time- there was no reason for Addie to assume that his ex-lover hadn't moved on with someone new. he just wished he'd been aware before he practically jumped the guy.
he reached out hesitantly, about to take the older's hand when his head snapped to the side, eyes widening at the sound of a gunshot. "fuck-" any uncertainty about the stone on Bellamy's finger had dissolved, replaced by the feeling of panic when his heart sunk in his chest. Addison stood, stumbling only a little when he was pulled quickly to his feet. "uh, yeah." he backed towards the door, trying to peer through the old wood to see if there was any visual on where the noise was coming from. "let's run?" the house didn't seem like it was too far- addison was pretty confident he could make it in one full sprint. "go- go, run." he urged, moving to push bellamy gently in the back. "I'll follow."

 

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christian yoon

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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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It would be a lie to say that Kasey wasn't becoming at least a little anxious with the sudden influx of visitors their small farm was suddenly receiving, it was nice of course to see his dad's vision coming together but it also meant potential threats for his family and the land. Even if it was his dad's decision on who did or did not stay on the farm, if something did happen the responsibility would fall on Kasey's shoulders even if he was to do everything he could to prevent it. That's just who he was, guilt of what could be always weighted so heavily on his shoulders, Kasey, in particular, constantly found himself plagued with the 3:00 a.m. guilt - you know, when you lie there in bed replaying all the things you didn't do, right? Because, as we all know, nothing cures sleeplessness like a warm glass of regret, misery, and self-loathing. It had been the main reason he worked himself into a state of unconsciousness every day ― it was the only cure for his exhaustion without the neon lights of the city he left behind for the family farm. It was hard trying to live up to the greatness that is and will always be his dad, Boyd Coleman. He is a man that fought and changed lives, Kasey was just a boy who could never finish anything he started.

But, Kasey wanted to fix that, fix himself and maybe he could start with these people; maybe he could build something that mattered with them. His lips pulled up to reveal a row of white teeth as he welcomed the woman into their home, stepping back to avoid being in her space before he closed the door behind her. He tucked his hands into his jean pockets as he began speaking ❝We, uh, don't get a lot of people this way usually so don't mind the mess,❞ his dark eyes darted around the rustic style family room ❝We're still working on expanding but, I did get the barn set up for company - it's heated so you don't have to worry about that. I can show you if you can just give me a minute; my sister's around here somewhere but she's not exactly. . .helpful.❞ Kasey quipped, eyes now moving between the woman and Christian; feeling as though he may be interrupting something he would really rather not. He cleared his throat, a untucked palm running over his chin before he drawing his attention to Christian ❝Yes, yeah, I can-I can help.❞ Came his muttered reply as he shuffled back towards the room they had just came from leaving the invitation for Tara to follow them if she'd like. Immediately he went back to the opened suitcase and began pulling out a few stacks of neatly folded clothes - having so far not seeing any lacy red material to his relief or. . .maybe disappointment. Hey, it's been a long time since Kasey had gotten any game and it would probably be even longer before he did indulge in something like that so, really, he'd take what he could get even if it was just the sight of a stupid pair of underwear. Kasey blinked at his train of thought, god, he needed to touch grass like right now. He cleared his throat and moved towards placing the first pile of material in an empty drawer. ❝I'm starting to think we might need another drawer in here for just your, whatever these are.❞ ​

 

[Tub2]

타라 브룩스 — Tara Brooks.

Ugh.. as if.

Kasey's Farm

Fuck if I knew

"Soo..where's the ocean?"

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o, fun fact—being stranded in the middle of nowhere really makes you rethink some life choices. Like, maybe Tara should’ve learned how to fix a damn car instead of just looking at it like it personally betrayed her. But now, she’s standing in the doorway of a random family she wouldn't have met in a million years if it weren't for this stupid “Zombie apocalypse.”

"I'm Tara..Tara Brooks."

She purred, flipping the hair on her shoulder over onto her back. She was welcomed into the home, stepping into the warm comfort of a farmhouse, a cute little ole' farm house on the top of a hill. She was indifferent and unfamiliar when it came to homes like these, having grew up in a little surf shop on the side on the beach.

"You have a beautiful home."

She looked around, infatuated with all the homey decor around the place. Though it wasn't much, it was cute. She felt comfortable. Tara turned around and faced the two guys. They seemed to be in their own world, catching a liking for each other. Tara found herself a spot on the couch, the pale sunlight peaking through the curtains. It almost reminded her of her home back in California. The thin beaded streamer that hung over her window was a warm welcome to the sun in Tara's old room. She decided to ignore it and let them be, she wanted to explore this home more anyways.

"Nah, I'm okay."

She called from across the room to kasey.

"I might just look around for a bit, let your sister know i'll be outside."

She smiles kindly, watching the two males walk up the stairs.

Tara heavily appreciated the hospitality of Kasey, letting people find comfort and safety in his home. She pulled herself out of her comfy spot on the couch and walked towards the door. Upon placing her hand on the door handle, she hears a loud bang, it echoed quietly throughout the home.

"Yo, what the fuck?..."

She mumbled, turning around and glancing up the stairs, debating whether or not to disturb the two or just go out and investigate herself. She decided to disturb them.

"Hey uh..fuck-..Kasey?? Uh, did you hear that gunshot?!"

Without waiting for them, she rushed out the door. Stepping onto the porch, she noticed in the distance, two..maybe three figures..uh- running? She didn't know, she hadn't gotten a refill on her contact prescriptions in a minute so she couldn't see worth shit.

" HEY! Over here!"

She yelled, waving her hand in the air as she held onto one of the pillars holding up the roof. She watched the figures run, though she hated she couldn't tell what was particularly happening.

 

[youngiiie]

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

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Kwan wasn't fool enough to think Sebastian would let him off easy with the end of world, while he wasn't entirely upset about the circumstances that seemed to have fell in his lap he knew that his lover was very much taking this as hard as possible and would probably take any chance he could to push the blame onto Kwan ― it was a process they often went through. It didn't really matter what the issue was at hand, somehow it would be his own fault and well, he would just have to accept that; denying or arguing would only further agitate Sebastian and draw out his own suffering. To some, that might sound like a nightmare but Kwan enjoyed the push and pull, it kept things interesting and he truly did hate boredom. It was a emotion he struggled with for most of his life never being able to find something that was able to hold his attention for longer than a few days. Besides, it wasn't as though Kwan was innocent either ― not many people could put up with the constant hot and cold demeanor he often portrayed or the condescending tone he used when he let his lover know 'it's your fault I act this way' but Sebastian did. Sebastian was made for him and Kwan wouldn't be an idiot and fumble. It was easier if his lover choose to be with him, godforbid Kwan was forced to do something drastic just to keep him.
He watched with soft eyes as his baby emerged from his fortress of blankets to finally eat the snack that had been prepared for him, Kwan let out a soft coo at the way Sebastian's hair stood in several directions due to the static; he gently stroked the hairs down even as the scowl marred his face Kwan couldn't help his affection. ❝Ah~ I didn't take you as someone who would just give up,❞ He teased while watching the man flop back in amusement before pausing, he doubted Sebastian would take his flippant comment well but it was too late to take it back now ❝and anyways, now we can just take whatever we want. You want a hundred designer outfits? It's yours, baby. There's no one to stop us now.❞ Kwan murmured not even hesitating to crawl on top of the soft mattress, resting his weight on his forearms before peppering affectionate nips along Sebastian's exposed skin ❝They can have this shit, it's not even a fraction of what I'll get for you. The whole world's waiting for us out there,❞ His words were muffled against the skin of his lover as his nips turned into open mouth kisses, clearly testing his luck but who could blame him when Sebastian's skin always tasted of something sweet and floral ❝Come on, let's pack your best clothes and get outta here.❞​

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Despite his turbulent emotions and lack of self control, Sebastian was a fairly straightforward person. A lot of what made him so intimidating was really just at the surface. His emotional outbursts, general lack of care for others, and bad attitude could deter many but Sebastian only truly cared about a few things. Wealth, status, and happiness. He falsely believed that a material rich lifestyle was the key to his happiness. That sauntering around every store on Rodeo Drive would satisfy his heart. However, like with most cases of greed, no matter how much he had it was never enough. No matter the seemingly bottomless amount of money he received from Kwan, he always wanted more. So when Kwan offered him the world, who was he to refuse? For a second, the idea that the world could be his for the taking, sounded enticing. Kwan knew just which buttons to push in order to get Seb to go his way.

He let out a few gasps and pleasurable purrs as Kwan nipped along his skin. It had been a minute since he felt the touch of his lover (entirely because for the past week whenever Kwan tried to get near him, he'd scream). "If what you're saying turns out to be a lie... the zombies will be the least of your problems." Sebastian whispered sweetly into Kwan's ear. His words were warm but very clearly laced with venom. If he were to leave the comforts of his home to a hellish world of pain and suffering, Kwan better keep up his end of the bargain. The world Kwan promised had better be waiting for him. The idea of sleeping on cotton or even worse, a spring mattress, sounded absolutely devastating. He could cry just thinking about it.

"Fine, let's go then. You promised me the world and I'm one impatient bitch." The male stated before sitting up and crawling out of bed. The current problem he now faced was what clothes to take with him. He had an overwhelming amount, like genuinely no one person should own as many clothes as Sebastian had. He walked into his closet and began throwing pieces of clothing out into their bedroom. "I'll throw my stuff out here and you pack it. I need everything to make it in or I will die before even walking out the door." Sebastian stated. With that, he started throwing out all kinds of clothes. Shorts, pants, shoes, t-shirts, sweaters, everything he could possibly need.

"If all those dying people see my hotness maybe they'll feel better and fight back harder."

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

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It would be a lie to say that Kasey wasn't becoming at least a little anxious with the sudden influx of visitors their small farm was suddenly receiving, it was nice of course to see his dad's vision coming together but it also meant potential threats for his family and the land. Even if it was his dad's decision on who did or did not stay on the farm, if something did happen the responsibility would fall on Kasey's shoulders even if he was to do everything he could to prevent it. That's just who he was, guilt of what could be always weighted so heavily on his shoulders, Kasey, in particular, constantly found himself plagued with the 3:00 a.m. guilt - you know, when you lie there in bed replaying all the things you didn't do, right? Because, as we all know, nothing cures sleeplessness like a warm glass of regret, misery, and self-loathing. It had been the main reason he worked himself into a state of unconsciousness every day ― it was the only cure for his exhaustion without the neon lights of the city he left behind for the family farm. It was hard trying to live up to the greatness that is and will always be his dad, Boyd Coleman. He is a man that fought and changed lives, Kasey was just a boy who could never finish anything he started.

But, Kasey wanted to fix that, fix himself and maybe he could start with these people; maybe he could build something that mattered with them. His lips pulled up to reveal a row of white teeth as he welcomed the woman into their home, stepping back to avoid being in her space before he closed the door behind her. He tucked his hands into his jean pockets as he began speaking ❝We, uh, don't get a lot of people this way usually so don't mind the mess,❞ his dark eyes darted around the rustic style family room ❝We're still working on expanding but, I did get the barn set up for company - it's heated so you don't have to worry about that. I can show you if you can just give me a minute; my sister's around here somewhere but she's not exactly. . .helpful.❞ Kasey quipped, eyes now moving between the woman and Christian; feeling as though he may be interrupting something he would really rather not. He cleared his throat, a untucked palm running over his chin before he drawing his attention to Christian ❝Yes, yeah, I can-I can help.❞ Came his muttered reply as he shuffled back towards the room they had just came from leaving the invitation for Tara to follow them if she'd like. Immediately he went back to the opened suitcase and began pulling out a few stacks of neatly folded clothes - having so far not seeing any lacy red material to his relief or. . .maybe disappointment. Hey, it's been a long time since Kasey had gotten any game and it would probably be even longer before he did indulge in something like that so, really, he'd take what he could get even if it was just the sight of a stupid pair of underwear. Kasey blinked at his train of thought, god, he needed to touch grass like right now. He cleared his throat and moved towards placing the first pile of material in an empty drawer. ❝I'm starting to think we might need another drawer in here for just your, whatever these are.❞ ​

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Christian, needless to say, was quite a conflicted young man. For his entire life, those closest to him had hammered into him that a man was supposed to marry a woman. That anything else was taboo and offensive. He had subscribed to this ideology until he day he found himself staring at a member of the football team for too long. Thinking about him before he slept and eventually making out with him under the bleachers after the championship game. His heart and his head told him two different things. One was that who he was shouldn't be a lie and the other, an inescapable feeling of dread that washed over him whenever he felt the embrace of another man for too long. What would his father say? His brothers? They already looked down on him for being soft, finding out he was gay would be too much. So yes, Christian liked boys. But his head told him to withhold and to marry a beautiful woman and make his family proud. However, if Christian was good at anything, it was deviating from the wishes of his father.

The young male followed Kacey back into the bedroom. Upon hearing Kacey's comment about his excessive amount of clothes, Christian couldn't help but smirk. He placed a hand on Kacey's shoulder. "Disappointed that you haven't seen any red panties yet?" he asked, his eyes maintaining steady eye contact with Kacey's. "Just keep digging dude and maybe you'll find 'em." he teased before crouching down by the suitcase and lifting up another hefty pile of clothing. He really was a master of sending mixed signals. Moments ago he had been making heart eyes toward Tara and now he had left his hand resting on Kacey's shoulder for slightly too long, joking about underwear, and maintaining eye contact with the man opposite from him. The sexual confusion was ripe and bountiful within Christian and unfortunately, it reflected onto those around him.

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

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Perhaps if Kasey had known his little world was about to fall apart, he would've taken a few more seconds to really appreciate the comfort the farm had offered him after the death of his mother. Even the end of the world had not managed to really touch their home, only fortify it for others seeking that same safety ― if he'd known what opening it to people would've done maybe he could have tried harder to convince his father that advertising it was dangerous, that it could get them all killed; even if realistically once Boyd decided on something, it would happen.
The tan skin man pevated on his feet to glance over at Christian from the corner of his eye, Kasey had never enjoyed mysteries. . .his slow to understanding nature made them frustrating to unravel, sure, he'd get it eventually but if you really needed to work so hard just to achieve an answer was it really ever worth it? Christian was a mystery that he wasn't sure he would ever get to the bottom of ― most of all, Christian confused him. As a relatively self-assured person it was torturous not knowing where he stood with the other man. . .maybe he'd even misread the situation. He swallowed his uncertainties down, eyes moving back to the task at hand deciding he would just write off the flirty energy as him not being able to talk someone his age in a few months; his sister didn't count for obvious reasons. Conversations with her usually started and ended with the melting of his frontal lobe, seriously, he was pretty certain it was her life's work to give him a minimum of three migraines an hour.
Kasey's nervous chuckle sounded out in the small bedroom at his words, okay scratch that, maybe it wasn't just the fact that he was lonely and maybe the direct eye contact Christian was making with him would torment him later tonight when he was alone. The warmth of his hand felt searing against the bare skin of his deltoid and for a moment he was pushed into silence, not even capable of mustering a single intelliable reply because his brain was mush against his skull. Kasey had opened his mouth to say something, anything really but was cut off by the sound of Tara's voice ringing out. He hadn't even really been able to comprehend what she had said as his eyes were still glued to Christian crouched form, Kasey blinked once, twice before finally clearing his throat to come back to earth ― he rubbed his palm along the contour of his chin ❝Gunshot. . gunshot?❞ Kasey coughed out only now registering what exactly she was saying, immediately he reached behind his back to his jean's waistband ensuring the pistole he usually kept there was in fact still there. Within a moment his feet were moving to follow Tara to the front porch, his eyes squinting over the sun to see what Tara had seen in the distance ❝Shit, looks like trouble.❞ He muttered out quickly descending the stairs, hand still placed on the weapon tucked in his pants; Kasey had never used the weapon on a person before and he hoped today wouldn't be the day he did either.​

 

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cassandra coleman

the fox

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eams of golden light sliced through the air, catching the slow drift of floating specks. Stacks of yellowed newspapers slouched against weathered trunks, their metal clasps rusted shut with age. Shelves bowed under the weight of porcelain figurines, tarnished pocket watches, and glass jars filled with buttons and marbles, each a tiny time capsule of their long-lost life. So much time had passed since the last time Cassandra set foot in the farm house's attic. Long before the passing of their mother. In some corners, she can almost percieve the ghost of her child self hunt through the numerous objects hiddin within, despite the calls of her mother searching for her child. Much like her current self. Except no one is calling for her now.

Cassandra typically preferred the presence of other people than her own. While it might sound surprising to some, seeing as the woman's lack of friendship could hint otherwise, in truth, it wasn't due to the companionship it provided. It was more so about the opportunities it opened to her. You see, Cassie took a particular liking in being playful with her "friends"- Unlike how her brother, Kasey, viewed it. Her sibling had a much more... pejorative way of describing her preferred way of interacting with people. The simple thought of it often caused a roll of the woman's light hues at how unbearably boring her brother could be.. Cassie often thanked whatever was above the skies that they weren't related by blood. She would throw herself in a pit full of the creatures outside before she behaved as stiffly as he did. There was so much fun was to be had when other people were around. Why let it all go to waste in mundane small talks or pointless activities? Chaos, Cassie truly thrived when things spiralled and the blank expressions on people's face were overwritten by the most hilariously-gut-wrenching wrinkles of shock, fear, disgusts- You name it.

Needless to say that in such settings as a literal flesh eating monsters pandemic, Cassandra had every tool in hand to have the most fun she could ever have... Or at least, she thought she would. The past few days have been impossibly dull, boring, uneventful. With how previliged she was, one would think the woman grateful, appreciative of the luxuries she had while the most fortunate beyond the barrier that separated the farm and the harsh reality outside were only starving... and the least fortunate were being eaten alive. But not Cassandra. Maybe was it related to the fact that the woman hadn't yet fully faced the atrocities happening beyond the fence? Or maybe was it simply her lack of awarness. Regardless of it all, with the farm currently only having her, Kasey and their sick dad, unbeknowst to her the house was slowly filling, Cassie could only focus on how unfortunate she felt to have absolutely zero things to keep her entertained... She had tried messing with the chicken but Kasey found out before she could do anything. Bummer.

Isolated from whatever was happening under, that was how the young woman found herself rummaging through the pile of old knick-knacks in the house's attic. If luck had it her way, she could come across anything worth toying with. When what looked like a shoe box caught her eyes, a cloud of dust spread in the air as she reached for it and opened it, causing a cough to erupt from her throat. A sprinkle of excitement seemed to shimmer in her eyes when they widened at the contents of the box. "Ooh.. fancy." A mumble left her lips. The edges of her mouth tugged in a smirk, while her fingers examined the object. An old radio transmetter. Immediately her thoughts began to rush with the endless ideas of how to put this seemingly innocent object to absolutely mischievious activities. She could send out false cries of help- False raids of zombies coming- Or, even better: She could announce a hidden “treasure stash” that doesn’t exist, just to watch desperate people scramble to find it. Genius- she thought. Cassie pressed the device close to her chest, grinning like a fox that just found the henhouse unlocked. Her fingers tapped eagerly against the rusted radio console, “Oh, this is gonna be good.” she muttered, barely containing a snicker. Not even sure yet if the device was operational. When-

Two loud bangs echoed from outside. gun shots?

Putting down the device back in place, She doesn't waste a second more before rushing down the attic's stairs. She barely caught the sight of Kasey exiting through the door of what was once his bedroom as he similary sprinted towards the front porch. His silhouette leaving place for her to finally notice the new comer. A man- very handsome young man. Gunshots and a potential hook up? Is it christmas time already? - Immediately, as though the gunshots had never happened, Cassie shifted into a more flirtarious tone, "Oh.. And who might you be?" She asks through a sly grin, despite the urgency of the situation.

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Christian loved playing this game with Kacey or really anyone truthfully. He was a flirt by nature and the act of seduction was almost as rewarding as finding the one for him. He sought connection in general but particularly intimacy in a relationship because it was something he had yet to truly find. He had only ever had casual flings or relationships that had to remain a secret to those around him. He had never gotten the opportunity to fall in love like everyone else had. Now that the world had been turned upside down he saw this as his chance. The miserable and solemn backdrop of the apocalypse seemed hardly the place for such activities but it was the best Christian was going to get.

The male couldn't help but smirk at Kacey's more than obvious flustered state. He found the other male to just be so adorable. It intrigued him that Kacey was both the de-facto leader of their little farm civilization but also so easy to rile up. He almost made it too easy. There was something about Kacey that gripped him intently. Something that forced his eyes to linger on his figure longer than he should. However, all of that was interrupted at the sudden gunshots from outside. With an irritated huff, the male stood up and glanced out the window. He couldn't really see much but he followed Kacey outside. What was going on? He had come to the farm in order to seek shelter yet not even an hour into his stay and there was already something going wrong. It made him wonder if his earlier assessment about the farm's lack of defenses was actually valid. Could they handle a horde of zombies? Or worse, people? Additionally, he was in no way a fighter. He had strength from playing sports in college and consistently working out but no combat experience. It was honestly a miracle he hadn't been eaten yet. Some street smarts and on-the-fly thinking had kept him alive thus far. However, he couldn't even shoot a gun. There was really nothing he could do if things got bad.

While deep in thought, something- no someone, caught his attention. His eyes briefly scanned the girl standing next to him up and down. She was quite pretty with her deep red hair and round eyes. He gave the girl a warm smile. "Christian Yoon. And you are?" he asked, deciding to allow Kacey to assess the danger without his interference. After all, he had just arrived. He knew nothing of the farm's layout, defenses, or what type of threats they could handle. He would only be getting in the way. "Is it always like this?" he asked jokingly, attempting to make light of the grim situation. Every now and then he'd glance back at Kacey to see how he was responding to everything. Even despite talking to another girl, his eyes somehow always found their way back to the other male.

"Yo, is everything good?" he called out to the other male, eyeing Kacey's expression and body language for any type of indication.

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𝓕𝓮𝓷𝓰 𝓖𝓲𝓶 ❭ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘
(𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦)

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There had been a time in Feng's life when he was getting better, or at least that's what his psychiatrist said, 'you know you're almost there, you can get better' she'd often encourage him like a puppy learning to sit for the first time and maybe Feng did need to be taught things like how to take care of yourself after all having your sole caretaker die beside you at the age of twelve didn't exactly set one up for succuss. So, he listened and did his best even when the meds prescribed to him made his hands shake like hell and broke his junk; even when the liquor promised to fight off the cold at night when he would enviably curl into bed alone. She had even suggested enthusiastically once to 'try picking up a hobby, what do you think about painting?' he thought she should shove that idea up her ass and die. But Feng didn't vocalize his own suggestion to her and instead he went out and bought a cheap canvas, acrylic paints and a single paintbrush. He ended up putting his fist through the white material not even ten minutes later. Long story short, he tried because he wanted to be better. He'd like to think the end of the world was answer enough at his eventual failure of staying clean ― it was the only way Feng could stomach warming the bed of Mateus; shortly after the outbreak Feng had come across a gang group of people. It wasn't his preferred way to spend his time but they kept their people safe not even hesitating to kill when pushed and Feng didn't know what else to do but survive. Naturally, when the leader of that shithead group made passes on him he couldn't exactly say no because really, why else would they agree to keep him around? Feng wasn't exactly stellar company and he made pretty shit conversation but he knew how to fuck and had been doing it for fun and survival for longer than he cared to admit. But it didn't take long for the heat of disgust to erode at his conscious ― then came the booze and eventually whatever drug he could manage to put up his nose just to put off thinking about what he did the night before and what he would do that night too.
His stomach sloshed with nausea before Feng was even aware he was awake, his sore body curled into itself automatically pulling himself to the edge of the mattress as a dry heave ripped past his throat. He coughed out a gag once, twice before he managed to peel his eyes open enough to force the vomit back down. Feng's knuckles twisted into the dirty sheets until his fingers threatened to break as he attempted to regain some level of awareness again; the heat from Mateus' body somewhere in the bed beside him did little to help fight off the wave of queasiness that awoke him so suddenly. He forced out a shaky gasp for air, running a pale hand through his messy mane of hair finally he managed to right himself and stand on weak legs. Pulling his crumpled, discard clothes onto his body; it took him a moment to stumble out of the shitty room and into the main area of the run down motel the group had been occupying. It wasn't much but they made do for the time being with boarding up the windows on the main floor, the water tank out back ensured they didn't need to worry about dying from thirst for now, not that it mattered to most of them. They somehow managed to thrive of cheap booze and canned food, spending whatever other time they had between blaring music and fist fights creating chaos for any unfortunate souls they came across. It wasn't Feng's idea of a good time but at least he was alive. . .mostly.
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ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘꜱ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
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ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, "ꜱᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴇ"​

 

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Despite his turbulent emotions and lack of self control, Sebastian was a fairly straightforward person. A lot of what made him so intimidating was really just at the surface. His emotional outbursts, general lack of care for others, and bad attitude could deter many but Sebastian only truly cared about a few things. Wealth, status, and happiness. He falsely believed that a material rich lifestyle was the key to his happiness. That sauntering around every store on Rodeo Drive would satisfy his heart. However, like with most cases of greed, no matter how much he had it was never enough. No matter the seemingly bottomless amount of money he received from Kwan, he always wanted more. So when Kwan offered him the world, who was he to refuse? For a second, the idea that the world could be his for the taking, sounded enticing. Kwan knew just which buttons to push in order to get Seb to go his way.

He let out a few gasps and pleasurable purrs as Kwan nipped along his skin. It had been a minute since he felt the touch of his lover (entirely because for the past week whenever Kwan tried to get near him, he'd scream). "If what you're saying turns out to be a lie... the zombies will be the least of your problems." Sebastian whispered sweetly into Kwan's ear. His words were warm but very clearly laced with venom. If he were to leave the comforts of his home to a hellish world of pain and suffering, Kwan better keep up his end of the bargain. The world Kwan promised had better be waiting for him. The idea of sleeping on cotton or even worse, a spring mattress, sounded absolutely devastating. He could cry just thinking about it.

"Fine, let's go then. You promised me the world and I'm one impatient bitch." The male stated before sitting up and crawling out of bed. The current problem he now faced was what clothes to take with him. He had an overwhelming amount, like genuinely no one person should own as many clothes as Sebastian had. He walked into his closet and began throwing pieces of clothing out into their bedroom. "I'll throw my stuff out here and you pack it. I need everything to make it in or I will die before even walking out the door." Sebastian stated. With that, he started throwing out all kinds of clothes. Shorts, pants, shoes, t-shirts, sweaters, everything he could possibly need.

"If all those dying people see my hotness maybe they'll feel better and fight back harder."

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―――――――― (𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴.)

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As someone who never was quite good at emotions, whether that be understanding them or expressing them, being with Sebastian was like having a pocket note book titled 'Emotion's For Dummies: Made Easy For Beginners!' never was he required to guess what the other male was feeling ― he wore it on his face and in the way he spat his words out like venom when Kwan managed to do something that displeased him (and honestly, everything had the potential to piss him off). It was almost too easy at some points but Kwan couldn't really complain much, he could think of a few feelings he had for Sebastian most of them starting with the letter 'l' really anyone could tell just how much he adored him. Even now as he held his breath waiting for the shoe to drop, Kwan wouldn't argue with the answer he got from his lover; if he decided he'd rather sit here and rot well then so be it. It had taken Kwan long enough to find his one true person, he'd be damned if he'd let him go already. He couldn't help the small quirk of his lips as Sebastian finally gave into him, letting out a soft hum of appreciation ❝That's my baby,❞ came his slurred response as he continued to indulge in the feel of Sebastian's skin under his finger tips ― he was tempted to become preoccupied with enjoying his lover in other ways however Sebastian had already allowed him to push his luck more than he anticipated, it was likely he'd knee him in the dick honestly. So, with a final taste of his skin Kwan flopped over onto the soft bedding, sprawling out his long limbs in exasperation as he attempted to get his blood rushing back to his head rather than south at his lover's threat.
❝When have I ever not given you what you wanted, hm?❞ Kwan couldn't help the goofy look he gave Sebastian as he lifted himself with a huff, smug expression quickly replacing the look ❝I don't intend to start now either.❞ Honestly, Kwan didn't have a single fucking clue where to even begin to start packing Sebastian's excessive wardrobe; the condo had came with two large walk in closets and an additional one had been installed quickly after because when it came to Sebastian's wants 'no' was not in Kwan's vocabulary. . .not that he had much of a choice of course, what was that saying again? happy wife Sebastian, happy life. And so, he packed what he could initially starting with hiking packs though he quickly moved onto suitcases but at some point, it became comedic even for him. He pause, thick eyebrows furrowed while trying to calculate how exactly any of this was coming with them realistically.
❝Baby, isn't some of this stuff a bit. . .outdated. I mean, literally no one could stop us even if they wanted to, we could walk into any mall and walk out with whatever your gorgeous heart desires.❞ Kwan attempted, his shoulders rolling in suppressed irritation at Sebastian's hoarding tendencies though he'd never truly voice that, he knew there was no point in arguing however trying to pivot his direct attention to something else often worked - which, yeah okay, some people would call that manipulation but that's only if it came from a bad place right? Kwan loved Sebastian, he would never manipulate him. ​

 

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The silver lining to Sebastian's excessive emotional outbursts was that it was never unclear what the male was feeling in the moment. He could not hide it even if he tried. If he wasn't happy, Kwan was never going to hear the end of it. How the universe had wronged him and people were out to get him because someone accidentally bumped into him. That being said, there was a soft side to Sebastian that he rarely showed. Deep down, he had real feelings for Kwan and wanted to spend the rest of his life with the male. If Kwan had simply walked out the doors to their apartment earlier, Sebastian likely would have followed him. Instead, they were playing this toxic game that both realized was ridiculous.

Another thing Sebastian hated was showing Kwan the way he made him feel. In Seb's eyes, he hated feeling vulnerable or weak and therefore he didn't often let himself be seen smiling at Kwan's compliments or easily falling into his arms when they cuddled. Instead, he preferred to act hard to get and as if every one of Kwan's compliments was an annoyance instead. That being said, while he was facing the closet and his back was turned to Kwan, he couldn't help but smile when Kwan reminded him how much he spoiled him. He loved feeling cared for and that Kwan would do anything for him.

Sebastian's head whipped toward Kwan, sending the other male a skeptical and untrusting glance. Leave all of his precious clothes behind? He had worked so hard to get to a point in life where he could buy whatever he wanted at the snap of a finger and now he had to leave it behind? More than just the prettiness of the clothes themselves, he had problems letting go of what they symbolically meant to him too. Was he really going to walk out of those doors and leave his life of luxury behind? Outside was a hellscape full of blood and suffering and while he'd never admit it, that terrified Seb. He wasn't a fighter and was no fool either. He knew his odds of survival were quite slim no matter how enticing Kwan made the outside world seem. Leaving this world on his plush bedding in his most beautiful clothes sounded a lot better than bleeding out somewhere on the dirt. The male wasn't sure whether he could do it.

Behind his gaze, was very clearly fear. While he would never let Kwan know that, he couldn't hide the expressions and looks he gave the other male. Sebastian was usually an unshakable force, plowing through anything in his way. However, this time was different. There was hesitation, indecision, and worry hidden in his eyes. Someone as perceptive as Kwan would be able to see it quite easily though.

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