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Too many hands, too many hands. Hands on hips, hands on arms, hands on any and all exposed flesh… TOO MANY HANDS. My inner voice was teetering on the threshold, sanity barely grasped as yet another pair of hands reached out, long strong fingers tangled in my hair and yanked me backwards roughly, heels of my boots coming off the ground causing sheer terror to coarse up my spine as I crashed back to chest against a faceless stranger. Arms like vices and twice as thick wrapped around my waist like chains around a dragon's neck, strong and unbreakable. ‘I can’t breath, can’t see’ Panic at the disco was becoming my new theme as my ears throbbed with the pounding beats, heart jackhammering in my chest like construction at rush hour and every inch of me was covered in a film of sweat that I was entirely certain was seventy-five percent not mine. ‘Gross, gross… Oh god I’m going to throw up!’ 

Scrambling, pushing, heaving, I struggled against my captor, some would say dance partner but to me, in this moment CAPTOR fit. Flashes of the past clouded my vision as I fought to free myself from the mass of bodies that slammed against each other on the dance floor of ZeroSum, but I could still see my freedom, the path to my escape blocked only by a medium sized member of my race. Elbows up, fingers balled into tight little fists, I pushed and punched my way through the crowd, groans of annoyance and pain tickled at my ears as I finally broke free of the heathens behind me and skidded to a stop just short of the bar. “Maggie May! Girl I need a beer!” 

Blue eyes lit up as I remembered the bartender's name, her scowl deep but a smile still teased the corners of purple coloured lips as she slid me a Heineken, the green glass sliding easily over the black countertop. 

“That’s my girl!” 

A wink, sizable tip and a nice long swig as I climbed up onto the stool at the very edge of the bar, closest to the exit just in case… Wait who is that.. Blinking rapidly I focused my eyes on the overly dressed, yet still not dressed woman who waltzed in like she owned the place and headed straight for the VIP section, the crowd parting like Moses and the sea as she swept past in a cloud of designer EVERYTHING. God damn Glymera couldn’t even give us this… “Wowzaa..” 

Shit I’d said that outloud but fuck me running dude was HOT… For a member of the upper class anyways. Tall, built like a goddamn Mac truck and a scruffy as fuck beard that made something wanna part and it sure as hell wasn’t the sea, trailed slightly behind the woman. His suit fit like a glove and I found myself wondering how hard it would be to peel him out of it.. “Lakeeee whatcha doin?” 

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the rando I’d been dancing with and for the life of me I couldn’t remember playing nicey nice and giving him my name but clearly I had, at some point between shots. 

“I’m takin a break, a little refuelin pit stop” 

I forced a smile and my gaze back in his direction, beer bottle held aloft as if to prove my statement. 

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Eye roll, heavy, heavy eye roll as I brought the bottle back to my lips. 

“That’s gonna be a hard pass from me but thanks” 

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All pretense of civilized slipped from his expression as anger and pain slipped into place and try as I might, I couldn’t muster a fuck to give. “You kiss your Mahmen with that mouth?” 

Probably the wrong thing to say but I was Queen of that and while I do not condone violence {Lie} I kinda deserved the slap he shot my way, the connection of palm and cheek sending me reeling as a crowd gathered. 

“Man I really wish you hadn’t done that.” 

Muttering, I wiped the blood from my split lip as I pushed myself to my feet. 

“Really wish you hadn’t done that.” 

More Than Alive

VLD zombie apocalypse au by @maireep​ and @somethingmorecreative1​

title kudos to @jubileeart​

keith and lance band together, as the only two mildly sane people they’ve met so far and slowly create a strong bond that leaves all of their plans with loose ends as they try to survive and thrive together.

pairing: klance rating: unrated

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The music faded from his earbuds abruptly as his iPhone died. He had to commend it for lasting as long as it did from his tiny solar charger. Sighing, he took out his buds and stuffed the cords into his bomber jacket pocket. Without the low thump of the same downloaded playlist over and over as his companion, he was utterly alone.

Only months ago, it had been completely different. His world, the world, had changed with one bloodborne virus and suddenly he cared nothing about how his music major didn’t match the aeronautical classes he took or that his dorm’s RA Ashley didn’t get the hint that he wasn’t interested. New York was a city, and if his obscene obsession with splatter films in the summer of eighth grade taught him anything, it was cities were to be avoided in the zombie apocalypse.

Except the government didn’t call them zombies. A virus affecting people vulnerable to pre-and-post-mortem infections of the blood stream. If you got bit, you were hit. And there was a lot of biting going around.

So Lance shoved his valuables in the biggest pack he owned - his phone, chargers, skincare routine and whatever clothes could last him and slung his guitar case over his shoulder before getting the heck out of dodge. He was smart enough not to hit the mainland, not to even attempt the highways, and set straight for the coast. It was easy enough finding a ferry - a grouch of an old man named Grits who took him as far down the coast as he could on his tiny fishing boat. Unlike the hysteria of the cities, maybe Grits and him had found some solace in one another - as seemingly the only sane people through the whole ordeal.

Not that he hadn’t freaked out. Because he did.

When the news hit, he had called Hunk immediately. His best friend, all the way on the West Coast, said he was heading for Canada with his family. The government was issuing asylum to all citizens who could make it up north while they proceeded with evacuations across the country. Hunk sounded nervous, even though the West hadn’t been hit as hard yet. That was a month ago, an endless amount of days to not hear from your bestest buddy but it wasn’t exactly the time to blow up Hunk’s phone. The government hadn’t cut the cellular yet, and Hunk would call to let him know if he made it. He had nothing to worry about, because Hunk was easily the most reliable person he knew.

Lance promised to meet him in Canada.

He would make it eventually - either if he was evacuated or found a ride up to the northern territories, but he would make it. He’d never lie to Hunk.

Unfortunately, despite his determination, shit was going just a tiny bit haywire.

Disaster made humans go crazy. It was around the third time a group had tried to loot him for his pack that he realized it was less than likely he’d be hitching a ride up to the North with whoever passed by. It was around the fourth time running into a group that he solidified that notion, watching as some right Southern ‘gentlemen’ circled him on their four-wheelers and called him ‘pretty boy’ with malicious antagonizing grins. Luckily he had found a tiny thing of a handgun in the outskirts of the last town, and thanks to growing up with his rancher father, he was one hell of a straight shot. They rolled out of there faster than they had come, their measly leader with a bleeding hole in his foot. It put him down a bullet, sure, but fuck it had felt good.

He scuffed the toe of his Converse against the road. The six lanes of traffic were deserted, littered with scattered dead cars and debris. He approached the mid barrier, hoisting himself up and over the median onto the opposite lanes of Route 1. The crumpled road map in his pocket let him know he had just passed into Virginia maybe a few hours ago, leaving him well clear of most major cities. That had been his plan, but fuck if he hadn’t thought of another one to follow it.

Now he was without a vehicle, utterly alone on the East Coast, too exhausted and scared to try any of the junked cars nearby for fear of triggering a car alarm. The last thing he needed after walking so long was a horde of undead to come lumbering out of the woods on each side of the highway. He squinted ahead in the lingering evening, spying the bridge ahead along the river. Here the cars were heavier, collapsed on both sides in various positions like steeples. One stood out to him; a large semi truck without its truckload sitting taller than all of the cars around it. He broke into a light jog, crossing the bridge edges and weaving toward the semi.

It was tall enough to buffer out crawlers, with steps too high for immobile walkers and with all windows intact. Perfect.

He slowly clasped onto the door handle and heaved it open. No car alarm, and the seats were cushioned. Perfect.

Lance hoisted himself in without a second thought, tossing his bag into the passenger seat and shrugging out of his bomber jacket. He locked both doors swiftly, setting up his solar charger on the dash and fishing for his last sliced meats and cheese from his thermal pouch. To think he used to dream about eating lobster on the Eiffel Tower in something by Coco Chanel. He almost mourned that dead dream as he ate slowly, tilting forward to turn his eyes to the sky.

It was almost sad how beautiful the stars were. Still blinking brightly for far fewer to see. His mother used to point out the constellations on their ranch, and he thought of his family in Cuba. They had been so proud of him for being accepted into NYU, no matter his misdirection in terms of majors. His father had driven him to the airport at the crack of dawn, just the two of them on the pickup truck bench as the sun rose golden pink against the darkened sky. The government radio said the islands in the Atlantic were swarmed, swamped with undead and utterly inaccessible. There were rumors of the last strongholds of the islands being Havana and Matanzas, but that was weeks upon weeks ago, when there were still few enough names of the fallen to list.

Lance counted the stars of Orion, of Ursa Major and Minor, until tears wet his bottom eyelashes and he fell asleep.

He shot up in the front seat, railing his forehead against the low hanging sunshade and groaning immediately as he hunched over. It was morning, probably not even 9 o’clock with how light the sky seemed. Even during his days on the ranch before college, he had never been a morning person. The new age had changed that.

The soft rhythmic chop-chopping sound he had woke up to was slowly getting louder. He had long attuned his body to the miniscule sounds of unrest - because being able to click into action the second you heard something meant you were able to survive.

Lance shoved his phone and charger into his pack, hauling his guitar over a shoulder. He leaned forward, slowly and steadily, to check the driver side mirror. Nothing but the bridge stretched behind, with the trees lining the highway on the other side, and yet the beats were nearing his position. He stretched over to the passenger seat, hauling himself over his pack and creeping low under the window to check the passenger side mirror. A low profile would help him dodge out of any shit bandits way, but instead of any clinky four-wheeler or reassembled military-issue Jeep, there was just a sole figure.

The lone rider sat atop a huge horse. Slowly they approached, closer and closer in the mirror until the horse was passing by the semi truck’s passenger side. The large steed was black, huge and powerful with muscles working tirelessly under a sleek gorgeous coat. From the angle, Lance could see the supplies tied to the saddle, a bedroll, medium saddlebag and a jet Stetson hat matching the horse’s coat tied to the back saddle. The rider wore steel-toed boots and tight black pants, but the sun cast in the eyes too much to see the face of the rider.

The horse carried on, black tail flicking as it went past the semi truck, looking to weave around the abandoned cars onward.

Lance’s heart was in his throat. The first person he’d seen in a day or so - the first person who didn’t look insane. He was scrambling forward before he knew it, guitar over his shoulder and hands grabbing onto his pack as he kicked open the passenger side door and fell down to the step. It creaked lamely and loud, almost in annoyance as he leaned all of his body onto the step to close the door around him.

“Wait!” Lance called, bounding to the ground, his pack hitting his back hard. He was stiff from walking, stiff from sleeping upright and he almost lost his footing as he stepped down onto the highway. He steadied himself, arms raised and gaze snapping from his feet upward.

The rider had turned, horse prancing in pace and chuffing loudly. A diamond of white sat on the horse’s face, the only other color on the black steed’s body. He was fine with admiring the pretty pony until he looked to the rider.

The man was gorgeous, long wispy hair tied back to his nape and hanging in his handsome face. The pale expansion of his skin was dusted with patches of tan, forearms strong and sturdy under the plaid shirt rolled to his elbows. He had a split eyebrow, pierced ears and dark slit eyes that bore into Lance. If they had been at a gay bar downtown in the Upper East side, Lance would be all over the attractive cowboy.

It was then did he realize the sword strapped to the man’s back, the knife strapped to his thigh and semi-automatic with scope loosely tied around his chest. Lance wanted to weep, fall to his knees and give up because at least he’d die at the hands of some sexy stranger. But instead, the man did nothing - said nothing, just stare unreadable at Lance.

So he stepped closer, watching how the stranger’s eyes danced up and down his body. If they had been at that gay bar downtown, Lance would take it as an invitation to smile prettily at him and sit in his lap. Now he stood lamely in front of the man on the horse, with his heart in his throat, trying not to pose a threat.

“Uh, hey,” Lance raised a hand, “you might not want to go that way…”

The man said nothing again, but the prick of his eyebrow upward stirred Lance on.

“Three days walk - I mean, maybe a day’s ride, you’ll be going straight into D.C.,” Lance fished out his map from his bomber jacket, unfolding it, “I just passed through Winchester. People are saying D.C. is a dead zone - no copters have passed in days.” He gestured to Winchester on the map, attempting to hold it up against his chest for the man to see.

Slowly the man leaned forward, and Lance shuffled closer so he could point to the map, tracing his finger trip around the D.C.-Baltimore area to where he assumed they stood.

“Are you not from here?” Lance jerked his head behind them, “You came northeast, government is recommending northwest -”

“Fuck the government.” The man snorted, curling his lip,

Lance grinned, “I mean I hear you but I’ve seen it myself.”

He paused. He hadn’t been in D.C., but the piling of burning corpses left in a radius around the District of Columbia was a warning. The grey smoke had been visible for miles from the burning and he hadn’t dared go close.

“....I’d avoid it,” Lance folded up the map and tucked it back into his pocket. He looked up to the horse with a slanted smile, reaching to pat the muscles on the neck with a palm. “Wouldn’t want… Epona to get spooked, right?” The man’s eyebrows knotted together in amusement, smirking, “Her name’s Artax.”

“Neverending Story?” Lance grinned, “That’s a bit ominous. She’s beautiful though.”

Artax seemed to appreciate it, throwing her mane and stepping lightly back and forth. The stranger snorted, shaking his head, hair curling attractively against that sharp jaw, “She’s arrogant enough already, thinking all this riding is me spoiling her. She might just be pleased to get out of the Chihuahuan.”

Lance’s jaw nearly dropped, voice weak, “Texas? Shit, you really are a cowboy.” The stranger had been making amazing time if he had made it from Texas to Virginia on horseback. Artax picked up her pretty hooves again, ears going stock straight as she turned her head to the end of the bridge.

The stranger seemed to notice, reaching on to place his palm on the horse’s mane, “I’d tip my Stetson but it’s not really mine -”

He cut off, frowning as he followed Artax’s gaze behind Lance’s shoulder. He blinked, watching the dip of the man’s handsome face and his gaze harden.

“You any good with a gun?” The man murmured, clutching and jerking Artax's reins around toward the way they had been heading, his dark eyes never leaving whatever lay behind Lance.

That was when he turned. From the far reaches of the bridge, the trees had begun to rustle unnaturally along the sides of the highway. Lance watched, stricken and already counting his bullets as a hundred-body swarm of undead lumbered out of the trees onto the highway. They cleared the dip of the off-road easy, stumbling and crawling and groaning onto the concrete in a bloody grimy wave.

“Yeah.” Lance was breathless, choking on air almost as he spotted the sprinters, clawed and darkened by dusted decay breaking the lines of the slow walkers and running fast toward the bridge as their sensitive noses picked up the scent of the living.  

“Good, let’s fucking go.”

Lance whipped back around, staring at the man as he reached out his arm to Lance. Without a second thought, Lance clasped onto it, hauling himself up behind the man onto his horse. He’d never ridden a horse, but immediately adjusted as the man handed him the semi-automatic rifle from around his chest. He was wobbly, but easily turned in the seat, cocking the gun and picking off on the sprinters as it neared the bridge. He faintly heard the soft chuckle of the stranger as he kicked the horse into a sprint, due North.

Over the wind in his ears, the footfalls of Artax on the concrete and the screeches of the sprinters as they began to chase, the stranger called out, “Name’s Keith.”

Lance grabbed onto the man’s belt, flipping himself around on the mare to sit backwards and lean his back to Keith’s as he raised the rifle again, “Lance! Nice to meet you.”

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Short summary: 

You were at a fashion show with your boyfriend- Gdragon.It was great until you met your ex....

A/N:

Hello~

How have you been, my readers? I hope you’re doing okay~ 

As some of you might noticed I use the name Wang Chi Ang from the drama Moorim School, but it’s just the name that I took. Well a bit of character and his looks I borrowed too. 

Tell me if you liked it~~

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You sat in and carefully looked at the driver. You were very picky with who drives you because you were in a car accident once and it made your life turn around. It was lucky, you met Jiyong in the next days. It was really lucky. Because you were driving in a car with her sister he came to look at her because he was worried, but instead, he found you in a coma. He felt really sorry because you were in an accident because of his sister, so he treated you a dinner when you got better and ever since then you became closer. You became so close, he asked you out on a date. Now you are dating. The car started and moved. You grabbed his waist and tried to calm down. He was the only one who knew how scared you were driving in a car. He helped you a lot to get over that fear and it was much better now. He is caring boyfriend and you are very grateful about that. While the drive took only about 30 minutes, you couldn't wait to arrive at the airport and fly to France. You were both (including you-YEY!) invited to Chanel's summer/spring Fashion Show in Paris. You've never been to France and you didn't know how to speak French either. You downloaded an app on your tablet and learned some basics of French. "Bonjour. Comment allez-vous?" "Je vais bien, merci." he answered. You didn't know he knows French as well but when you looked at his phone you found the same app you were using at the moment. "You cheater..." you gave him a glance and he smiled. You liked fashion a lot. You actually own your own brand in South Korea and it is very successful. You loved Victoria secret's fashion shows the most. You arrived at the airport at 9 p.m  and went to the hotel by taxi. The hotel was in the middle of the city and it had a nice view. It had 5 stars which meant it was a really good hotel. When you entered the hotel, everything was in white. It was all from marble. You found it very attractive. This kind of rock is really beautiful and it looks the best. He came after you and took your hand. His fingers were intertwined with yours. His hand was warm since you were cold and freezing. It was odd because it is spring but the temperature was really low. He reserved a special VIP room just for you. You couldn't wait to see it. You felt weird saying VIP because every time you thought of his fans who are probably angry because you are dating him. You haven't had the chance to see replies about your relationship, from the fans, and at this point, you didn't want to ruin the weekend. This weekend is gonna be lit. It's gonna be awesome. Nothing will ruin it. The hotel receptionist opened big white doors and you saw the living room and bedroom. It was beautiful. White leather couch and black armchairs. You could see paintings on the wall and a king sized white-black bed. You loved this kind of rooms-urbanized look. The Fashion show will start at 6 p.m. and it was only 1 p.m. so it was lunch time. Because you felt tired from the flight you decided to rest for a bit. You were woken up by the sound of someone coming in the apartment. It was your stylist. She came exactly 2 hours before the Fashion show. She did your hair and put on makeup. Jiyong came an hour before the fashion show and quickly got dressed. Before you left the apartment you locked the door and took the elevator. In front of the hotel there were many fans waiting for Jiyong, so your car was waiting in the parking garage. You sat in the black car and put your seat belt on. Ever since that crash you always put your seat belt on and make sure the person who's driving with you is buckled up too. Jiyong knew you were very sensitive about that and he got used to it and did it automatically. As the driver rode through the Paris streets, you saw Starbucks  McDonalds and some other building you also have in Korea. You arrived at a large building with an interesting design. You could see the ionic columns and many ornaments which looked gorgeous. The car stopped and there were many paparazzi and other people waiting behind the fence. There was a red carpet on the ground and you felt very important at the moment. You took a moment to go deep in your thought and calm yourself down when someone opened the door and Jiyong asked you if you're ready. You nodded and stepped out of the car and waved your hair back. Jiyong offered you a hand and you took it. You comfortably walked in the building and he was holding your hand like a real gentleman. You looked right in front of you and stopped. You were deciding whether you should turn around and run or just call security to take you back to the hotel. In that desperate moment, your face expression was really bad and your eyes teared up. It was only one person who could make you cry that easily. His name is Wang Chi Ang  Your ex-boyfriend. You hated the time when he was your boyfriend  He thought money can buy everything. You were in high school back then and his father is the CEO of one of the most influenced companies in Korea and China. Wang Chi Ang was madly in love with you and at some point, you fell for his charms too. He was a great boyfriend for a while. But when he introduced you to his father everything went down. His father wanted to make Chi Ang ready to be the next CEO of the company and a girlfriend was an obstacle. He did everything to make Chi Ang different and harsh. At one point he was violent to you too. It was horrible. Your break up was after a year of great dates and wonderful moments you spent together. You had enough and left him, for your own good. After so many throwbacks in your brain you almost collapsed on the ground but luckily Jiyong caught you. He looked really worried. "Are you okay? What happened?" "I-I-I'm fine. Everything... is...umm- okay." It happened. The thing you feared the most. He was walking towards you. "Annyeong Y/N~~ I didn't know you'll be here..." he said with a cheerful voice you used to back then. Jiyong looked really surprised and didn't know what's happening. "And who exactly are you?" "Oooh... You didn't mention me to him... I'm disappointed... I thought we are friends, Y/N~" he continued. You could see the teasing look in his eyes, you knew he was trying to make Jiyong angry, so he'll lose the good reputation since Chi Ang was more known here than GD was. "We're not friends. Let's just go Jiyongie...Leave him, he's too petty to even speak to him." you tried to give him a sign to stop, but clearly he didn't get it, even though you saw the spark in his eyes, saying he won't go easy tonight. "Ya! Don't talk to my girlfriend again. That's a warning." "And what are you gonna do if I don't care about that warning?" You had enough and just took GD's hand and went to take a seat. You got seats in the front row, with the best view and as a great sign of how good today is gonna be right on the other side of your seats, there was Wang Chi Ang. You felt the tension int the air and you didn't want to look in Chi Ang's eyes. "Who is he? What did he do? Tell me everything." Jiyong has never made a big deal if a man approached you, but now, when he saw how you look at him, he was really worried and angry a bit. "He's my ex when I was in high school. His father is the CEO of the *company name*... I broke up with him... because... um... we can talk about that at home, okay? Just don't do anything he is just an idiot..." During the fashion show you admired the dresses and together you commented them and he was really happy, you agreed with his opinion in some dresses. The whole Fashion show he made sure you were holding his hand. He seemed to death worried. After the show, there was a V.I.P dinner for some special people and among them were you both. You drove to the restaurant in a limo with another couple, from the USA. You had to sit in a table you were assigned to. That just happened to be the same table as Wang Chi Ang's. That meant bad news. For both of you. You didn't have the nerves left to watch him and Jiyong was tense every time he saw him. "Just don't make a fuss, act normal, okay?" you whispered. Luckily there were 4 more people at the table so you thought everything will be alright. Dinner started with a special guest's speech. Jiyong kept his hand on your knees and you thought it was adorable. He was worrying for nothing. You had no other feelings towards Chi Ang than anger and hatred. You couldn't even think straight knowing what would happen if he started talking and said something that wasn't appropriate  Next to you was sitting Ariana Grande's designer and you really matched well. The whole dinner you mostly spoke with her and her husband who was also a designer. "I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll come back soon," you told Jiyong and went to the bathroom. You had to make an effort to find it. You went to the bathroom and fixed your makeup a bit. Someone entered the bathroom. You thought it was just another woman, but it wasn't. It was Wang Chi Ang. "What do you think, you are doing?" you turned towards him and stood confidently. "Aigo... You think I'll just let you go with an idol? And him? G-Dragon. You must be kidding. It's only for publicity, right?" "You should keep your mouth shut. I see you haven't changed a bit. You're still the same idiot as you were." The door opened again and it was not a woman. Again. It was a man. "So, you can go with me peacefully or... Well just go with me Y/N." You were always scared of that side of him. He looked and acted cute and innocent but he was really scary. You got scared when a man grabbed you and tried to pull you out of the room. Luckily Jiyong knew something was wrong and came just in time. He pushed the man off of you and punched Wang Chi Ang, but right behind him, there was a man taking a picture of what he just did. You went outside. He had a scratch on his head and you were shaking in front of the car.

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