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Sanctity

Your ex-husband is at a wedding with you, and it feels like you don't exist. Part of the Love series, read the rest here.

Pairing: Namjoon x afab! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Exes, angst

Warnings: Swearing

When you were invited to this wedding, your university friend Soojin had told you that Namjoon was going to be best man.

Soojin’s groom, Alex, has been friends with Namjoon since childhood, so you weren’t surprised at all.

You’d texted Namjoon about the wedding but he hadn’t bothered to reply.

You’d assumed that he was busy, you’ve been slammed at work too, it’s always hectic in the runup to Christmas.

The wedding ceremony is in a 15th century chapel, tucked in the side streets of the very edges of the city, and the wedding celebration in a boutique hotel nearby.

You’re chatting to one of your old university friends at the drinks reception after the ceremony when Namjoon arrives.

He looks irresistible in his navy suit. Perfect. Unattainable.

He’s not alone.

He’s got a stunning woman on his arm, and they’re both laughing like she’s just said the funniest thing in the world.

Your ex-husband’s dimples flash, and he bends down solicitously, steadying her as her heel gets caught in her beautiful gown.

Their show of unity hits you like a kick in the chest.

Namjoon looks up, catches the stricken look on your face that you aren’t emotionally nimble enough to hide.

Your eyes lock.

A breath is all it takes before he turns away like he never saw you.

***

There’s a startling clarity to your feelings as you try your hardest to avoid your ex and his date at this small, intimate wedding.

You’re hurt.

Hurt that he didn’t bother to tell you he was bringing a date to this wedding.

Hurt that as much as you’re trying to avoid him, he seems to be just as keen to avoid you.

You know he’s been dating since the divorce, well, you both have.

You owe each other nothing.

You smile distractedly at the ex-classmate you’re struggling to find common ground with.

What’s his name?

Louis? Lewis? 

You’re too scattered to remember.

He’s telling you about his recent divorce, which is making you think about your own divorce.

Two years ago.

Have you and Namjoon really been fucking around for two whole years after the divorce was finalised?

Shit.

You can’t blame him for wanting to move on.

Louis steadies you as someone bumps into you from behind, jostling you.

There’s kindness in his eyes.

You force yourself to focus.

‘Divorce is hard,’ you say, a lame attempt at keeping the conversational ball going.

Louis, the gentleman that he is, says, ‘People who’ve been through it tell me it gets easier over time.’

‘I don’t know that it does,’ you say, the first truth you’ve spoken tonight.

Louis looks at you curiously, but you’re in no mood to extrapolate. 

You swallow the rest of your drink and excuse yourself to use the bathroom.

You don’t recognise yourself in the mirror, that’s the honest truth.

Sure, you’re wearing the clothes and jewellery you put on earlier today, and your hair is still how you styled it, but you look completely different.

You’re flustered and frazzled and anguished.

Worst of all, you’re a fool.

You add colour to your cheeks to hide how drained you look, top up your lipstick in a desperate attempt to fix your face, but you know it’s futile.

You emerge from the bathroom and realise everyone’s heading to their tables for the meal.

You check the table plan and head for your seat.

You force a smile for the vaguely familiar people at your table and are pulling your chair out when a hand lands next to yours on the back of the chair.

You follow the line of the arm, up to the shoulder, up the curl of hair just touching his collar, up to his face.

Min Yoongi.

‘Let me,’ he says, smiling at you politely.

He seats you, then sits in the chair next to yours.

‘I didn’t know you were coming to this wedding,’ you say.

The truth is, you’re grateful for his familiarity.

You don’t know Yoongi well, but he and Namjoon are close friends and he’d joined you for dinner a few times whilst you and Namjoon were still married.

‘I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it back in time,’ Yoongi admits. ‘I wrapped up a project in Kowloon last night.’

You know Yoongi works for his family business.

‘Have you been busy lately?’ you ask.

Yoongi signals to the waiter, hands you a glass of white. 

‘No busier than usual,’ he says. ‘I think Namjoon’s been busy though.’

‘Yeah?’ you say, carefully neutral.

‘Seen much of him lately?’ Yoongi asks, taking a sip of his wine.

‘Not a lot,’ you say, truthfully.

‘Me either,’ Yoongi says.

You take another sip of wine.

‘So how come you’re at the singles table?’ you ask, trying to change the subject.

Yoongi rakes a hand through his hair.

 ‘No one will put up with me,’ he says, straightfaced.

‘I’m really taking one for the team, sitting next to you,’ you say, deadpan.

‘You definitely deserve extra dessert,’ Yoongi shoots back.

The laughter that bubbles out of you at his remark goes a long way towards easing the tension you’ve been feeling all night.

Yoongi smiles. His hand lands on the table, rings gleaming as he fiddles with the wedding favours scattered on the white linen.

‘I’m hungry,’ he tells you. ‘I hope the food’s good.’

You’re not sure you’ve got any appetite but you murmur in agreement anyway.

At least you can’t see Namjoon and his date from where you’re sitting.

Yoongi’s got a knack for filling in the blanks in the conversation, but even better, he doesn’t mind silence. 

His company carries you through the different courses so well you feel like you need to thank him. 

You’re about to, when a delicate tinkling fills the air. 

You turn around to see that it’s your ex-husband, standing, tall and handsome in his suit, especially now that his tie’s loosened a little. 

He’s holding up a glass of champagne. 

‘I hope you’ve enjoyed your meals everyone. As Alex’s best man, I’ll be guiding through the speeches this evening,’ he says, smooth, confident, charming. 

He’s always been good at commanding a room. 

You feel disconnected, numb as Namjoon introduces Alex’s father, Soojin’s father, Soojin’s maid of honour for their speeches, applauding mechanically. 

You don’t take in a single word any of them have said. 

Through it all, Namjoon provides a charming, easy commentary, until it’s time for his own speech. 

‘I’ve known Alex since we were kids,’ Namjoon says, ‘and believe me, there are stories that I could tell, but I did promise that I wasn’t going to embarrass him in front of his nonna.’ 

There’s a ripple of laughter. 

You’re transfixed. 

You’re trying to remember when you last heard Namjoon speak like this. 

All of your interactions for years have been snappy, impactful, sexy, but he hasn’t sounded like this in years. 

He sounds relaxed, confident. 

Happy. 

You sit rigidly as Namjoon shares an anecdote, to the hilarity of the room. 

It’s the final part of his speech that breaks you. 

‘I can truly say that I’ve never seen a couple more perfectly matched than Soojin and Alex. I can only hope that all of us have the privilege of experiencing a love like theirs at one point in our lives.’ 

You can’t help yourself. 

You’re staring at him, wondering if he can feel your gaze on him. 

Namjoon raises his glass in a toast. 

There’s a sigh from the room, followed by a wave of applause. 

It’s the perfect ending to the speeches. 

Namjoon never once glances your way. 

****

You don’t stay for dancing, just exit as quietly and discreetly as you can. 

You slip on the beautiful coat you bought just for this wedding, do up the buttons mechanically. 

Head out the entrance, sighing with relief when the front of the hotel is empty, save for you. 

Well, not quite. 

There’s a shifting to your left, you turn just in time to see Yoongi straighten up, ice cubes clinking in his glass as he steps forward, out of the shadows. 

‘I didn’t mean to startle you,’ he says mildly. 

‘You didn’t,’ you reply. ‘I’ve got an early start tomorrow, I should get going.’ 

Yoongi nods. ‘Can I give you a ride?’ 

‘I’ve got a taxi on its way,’ you demur. ‘Besides, I don’t want you to have to leave because of me.’ 

Yoongi nods again.

Then he gives you a half-smile. ‘Want the rest of my drink?’ 

You glance at him, surprised. 

He holds out the drink to you. 

The whiskey goes down smooth, a mellow fire that warms you. 

‘Thanks,’ you say. You put your hand on his arm as he takes the glass back. ‘Thanks for tonight.’ 

Your words brim with meaning, you don’t want to explain but you get the sense he knows, anyway. 

He’s been friends with Namjoon for years. 

There’s kindness in his eyes as he covers your hand with his, gives yours a gentle squeeze. 

The sliding doors to the hotel slide open, but your taxi’s arrived, so you don’t look back. 

You get into the cab and breathe the first breath you feel like you’ve taken in hours. 

You turn your head to wave goodbye to Yoongi, only to see Namjoon standing next to him. 

Your eyes meet for the briefest of moments before the taxi drives you away. 

©hamsterclaw 2023

Everybody wanna love you - Pt. 1 (M)

Summary: BTS gets drunk and reads fan fiction together.

Pairing: Platonic OT7

Genre: Ridiculously filthy smut and boys being boys

Word Count: 4914

Warnings: The fan fiction the boys read is quite explicit, but the boys stay (mostly) platonic 

Part One      Part Two      Part Three

A/N: All of the fan fiction the boys read in this is written (badly) by me. Any resemblance to other people’s stories is coincidence. I am not trying to make fun of anyone other than myself as an avid reader and writer of BTS fan fiction.

“I hate you Jungkook!” You shout breathlessly, desperately pounding his rock-hard chest with your small hands as he cages you against the wall of your bedroom. You have hated Jungkook since the first day you met him. You hate the way he struts around school. You hate the way all the girls stare at him and giggle when he gives them a confident wave. You hate the way his hair falls perfectly across his forehead in a way that makes you ache inside. “I hate you!” You cry again, pushing him away from you.

 “I don’t care!” Jungkook grabs you by your shoulders and pins you roughly against the wall. “I know it has only been a week since you transferred to our school, but you make me feel a way no other girl ever has.” He holds you to the wall as you try to squirm away. “Don’t you know I love you Y/N?”  He looks at you with desperation and a bit of madness in his eyes. His lips are just inches away from yours. You are terrified that he might kiss you and terrified that he might not.

A sudden noise from the hallway makes Jungkook flinch so hard he almost drops his phone directly into the toilet. He looks up from his phone, listening to make sure it’s not one of the other members trying to get into the bathroom. Jungkook really shouldn’t be doing this right now. Jungkook should be working on that new cover song that he wants to post before they go back out on tour. He checks the time on his watch. “Just one more minute…” he thinks to himself.

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Emotions of the Soul (teaser) | knj

☆summary: when Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?

☆pairing: Kim Namjoon x artist female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: childhood/teenage lovers to strangers to lovers, idol!au, smut, angst, fluff

☆warnings: alcohol, anxiety, a reference to the reader in Now We Reign if you guys can catch it, cursing, stupid teenage threats of m*rder, an appearance from the reader in Forever, pet names, paparazzi, imposter syndrome, an ugly teenage breakup flashback, explicit content: mentions of blindfolding, switch!Namjoon, big dick!Namjoon, switch!reader, oral sex (male and female receiving), jerking off, dirty talking?, balls fondling, face riding, breast play, fingering, protected sex and unprotected sex, praise, hair pulling (ish), ass slapping, tummy bulge (? lmao), choking, cumshot, cum eating, he calls her a slut in the heat of the action like once I think?

☆word count: 36.3k

☆a/n: I know almost everyone wants Sinful Lust first but it's not done yet whereas this baby is finally readyyy so here it is, I hope you'll enjoy it <3 As per always, thank you to @moonleeai for her incredible work as my beta reader! You’re the best <3

☆Read the other installments in the Life Goes On series here!

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“Kim Namjoon,” you repeated, tasting his name in your mouth for the first time since that ugly October night when you had told him you hated him more than anything in this world, and he had left without even a single look back.

You had never spoken after that. You had never talked about him anymore either, not to your friends or family. And when you had begged your parents to change school, they had caved in, letting you attend the same school as your cousin Miyoung.

Miyoung had been your closest friend since then, until Sooah had come into your life to form a trio with you and your cousin when you had attended college in arts.

“Yeah, he’s created quite a commotion outside,” Sooah commented, and you remembered the mop of black hair.

Could that have been Namjoon?

“And when he RSVP’ed, he mentioned that he would like to have a talk with the artist, so I hope you’re ready,” Sooah added, teasingly.

You glared at her through your mask. “You couldn’t have told me before?”

“No.”

You rolled your eyes once more, not so playfully this time, taking another sip of your drink. “He’s Kim Namjoon, you could have let a girl prepare.”

At that, Sooah laughed out loud. “Got a little crush?”

“Quite the opposite,” you said through gritted teeth.

You hated Kim Namjoon.

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Out November 24, 2023!

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"you're my, my , my, my kind of woman." -DRABBLE PROMPTS

“Thank you, I really hate it.”

“Can’t figure out the right answer.”

“Sit down and shut up.”

“I’m definitely open to that.”

“Why don’t you answer your phone?”

“It’s not a witchhunt.”

“Is it suddenly getting colder?”

“That child is staring at you.”

“Let’s talk about some options.”

“And then you just lost it?”

“Have you heard about this story?”

“It’s going to be a great day today.”

“Don’t say another word.”

“This is absolutely not my fault.”

“What would happen if I’d kiss you right now?”

“It’s always a risk, but think about the reward.”

“There is a fine line between stupid and genius.”

“I never really left.”

“Answer me. Quickly.”

“You hold no power here.”

“We learn from our mistakes.”

“Have you seen that the sun is coming out?”

“This sounds like an interogation.”

“Should I call my lawyer?”

“I have always admired you.”

“Who’s at your house right now?”

“Call the number. Now.”

“When are you getting paid?”

“It miraculously stopped working.”

“I have absolutely no answers to your questions.”

“You took us on a wild ride there.”

“What did she look like?”

“That’s a scam, ma'am.”

“Let’s see each other again in ten years.”

“I will be waiting for you.”

“Please, don’t pick me.”

“Not my friends, not my problem.”

“It’s not paranoia if they are really out to get you.”

“You are such a hypocrite.”

“Nobody asked me, but I will answer.”

“How did you get your degree?”

“I’m not going to discuss this with you.”

“Great, who cares?”

“You just can’t handle the truth.”

“I’m curious about your motive.”

“Respect is not given freely.”

“Your pride will be your downfall.”

“Just let it go, okay?”

“Why do you insist on it?”

“Seeing you like this, I fell even more in love with you.”

“I don’t want to hear another word coming out of your mouth!”

“I just know that everything will go well.”

“This is very important for me.”

“Wow, the weather is really… doing its thing.”

“Don’t even try to talk to me.”

“I can and I will sue.”

“Maybe this was a mistake.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“You never had the best ideas.”

“Don’t wait for me.”

“Who would you call?”

“That’s too wild for me.”

“You can’t even say it with a straight face.”

“I told you not to touch that.”

“Do I really have to answer that?”

“Takes one to know one.

"Let me make this right.”

“When did you become an expert in this?”

“Nothing is as serious as it seems.”

“How could this accidently happen?”

“It’s not my birthday.”

“Sounds like wishful thinking.”

“Welcome to my personal hell.”

“Do you even know who I am?”

“The devil knows I tried.”

creds to @creativepromptsforwriting <33333

So soft and sweet!

[00:37]

“You’re falling asleep on me, aren’t you?”

You grin sleepily. You can tell Namjoon is trying to scold you for falling asleep during your nighttime ritual, where he reads a book of his choosing to you, but his voice is so light and gentle that it’s completely ineffective. So you just nod from where your head rests on his chest, eliciting a low chuckle you can feel against your ear.

Namjoon eases out from under you, settling your head down on your pillows as he looks at you. You let your eyelids flutter shut as he traces your jawline with warm fingertips, feeling the tiredness start to overtake you in earnest.

You feel Namjoon draw nearer to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His stubble tickles your skin, and you shudder a bit, but it doesn’t stop him. He trails errant kisses all over your face — first your temple, then the tip of your nose, then your other cheek, then the opposite jawline, then your forehead, and so on — slowly, deliberately, and almost reverently. This genre of kisses is rare in your relationship with Namjoon, whose mind is usually running too fast to pace himself like this, which makes it all the more special. When he starts on your neck and makes his way across your collarbone, you hum contentedly, drawing out another of his deep chuckles.

Namjoon pulls away, and you open your eyes to see him staring, starry-eyed in the dim light from the bedside lamp on your nightstand. His smile is soft and warm and tender. Are you imagining it, or are those tears filling up on his bottom eyelids?

“Are you okay?” you ask him, bringing a hand up to cup his dimpled cheek.

“I’m perfect,” he responds, catching your wrist in his hands and kissing the cluster of veins near the base of your palm. “I love you, that’s all.”

You sigh, letting yourself relax, letting your eyes close. You pull him close to you and say, “I love you too,” before you succumb to your sleepiness.

I can watch this all day…

jungkook — 'seven' official performance video

❝ FIC REC’S ⌗KIM NAMJOON !

❛ — ⌗ fluff ★彡

-not just friends

-like couples do

❛ — ⌗ smut ♪ (´ε｀ )彡

-creampies

-size kink

-birthday sex

-sugar

-overstimulation

-getting hurt during sex

-sweetest thing

-connected

-in the morning

-dripping wet

-wanna be yours

❛ — ⌗ dad!namjoon★彡

-namjoon as a first time dad

-nine months

-this

-expecting

-little steps

-pregnancy w namjoon

- becoming a girl dad

❛ — ⌗ angst彡

N/A

❛ — ⌗ headcannons / reactions / masterlist✿ 彡

-nsfw headcannons

- hearing you tell him to cum inside

-fluff alphabet

-namjoon masterlist

-this

The Story Of The City of Valoria

Warning : This story contains mentions and description of violence, blood, gore, torture, smut, snake hybrid smut, betrayal, angst and negetive emotions and slight religious aspects.

Authors note : Hello guys, it's my first time writing here and I hope I am doing everything right- the pictures used are not my own and have been taken from Pinterest. Credits to the owner. Plagiarism is a crime, don't do it

And overall I hope you would like this series. (P.S - This is and x OC story, there will be both Namjoon x OC and Yoongi x another OC here.)

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Prologue

She, was missing.

Her best friend was missing.

Luna felt like screaming her lungs out. There was no news of her being reported missing, nobody seems to know her, or more specifically, REMEMBER her.

She felt like she was spiraling down the dark into a void filled with despair. Her best friend was missing and nobody seemed to care or notice.

Her only source of happiness was missing.

Luna had called every single one of her mutual friends to ask about her whereabouts but there was no answer. The only thing she heard from them was "who are you talking about?"

Granted, she and her best friend had not met before and had bonded through texts and calls. But it was a bond like never before. Both of them were ready to give up everything just to help each other out, hell, they even planned to run away from thishell hole of a household to live together in peace in a shared apartment.

Where did everything go wrong?

Yes, everything went wrong exactly a month ago.

Luna remembers it clearly. That single text, that single phrase. Was enough to move her to tears.

Luna had vented out about how the situation in her house had turned worse, how both she and her brother was affected by it. But her brother was just 6 year old, and was never on the recieving end of the harsh reality.

Wait for me, my moon.

After that, she just disappeared.

Several texts, several calls, none went through. None of them. She stared and stared at her phone, waiting for that one text from that one person she was waiting for.

As she laid on her couch, drained, she remembered all those fun and deep conversations she had with her best friend everyday. It was the highlight of her day, a break from the harsh reality.

Suddenly, a noise resonated through the apartment.

It was from her phone.

She scrambled towards it, hoping for some news and what she saw made all the pent up emotions just flourish in her body. Her blood thrummed in her veins as her hearing felt distance and eyes focused.

Come to the rooftop for me?

Luna wanted to scream. To cry. To hit her, to curse her, for making her go through all those terrible emotions.

She ran towards her room, not caring if her brother was asleep inside or not. She hastily grabbed a jacket and ran out of her apartment. She was thankful that her parents weren't home that night.

She couldn't wait for the elevator to arrive, so she ran up the stairs.

Finally she saw the metal door leading to the rooftop and banged it open and stepped out. The wind was blowing gently against her warm and sweaty skin as she huffed, her heart beat accelerated.

There, sat on the edge of the roof was a familiar figure, dressed in complete white.

Their eyes met each other and Luna could feel a new wave of tears resurface.

The figure hopped down from her own seat and walked over to her with the same loopside grin.

"I take it that I was very dearly missed?" Her cheeky voice spoke up.

At this Luna stepped hard on her best friends foot making her yell out in pain.

"Fucking OUCH HoNey-" she cursed as she hopped around on one foot holding her other injured foot.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING WORRIED I WAS? I COULDNT SLEEP FOR DAYS! DAYS YOU IDIOT. I CALLED UP ALL OF UR SO CALLED FRIENDS AND THEY ALL JUST- PRETENDED NOT TO KNOW YOU? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" Luna burst out in anger and frustration.

At this, the latter stopped and her face turned peacefully grim. She took a step forward towards the girl and embraced her.

"I'm sorry" Luna heard her.

Luna embraced her back as she cried a river into her best friends soft shirt as the latter gently caressed her hair.

"I was so scared" Luna whispered, hiccuping at nearly every syllable.

"Shh honey, I'm here now and nobody can take you away from me. I promised you a good life and I am here to keep it" Her phrase made Luna feel extremely confused.

She moved away from her and asked "What do you mean".

In return, she got a gentle, comforting smile as her best friend started.

"I want to take you to a place where you will get a second chance at life. This life that you were blessed with is way too miserable and filled with misfortune. I want to take you to a place where you will be yourself, do whatever you wish to without a worry in the world. Nothing shall be forced upon you other than peaceful existence. Will you trust me? And come with me?"

Luna's head was reeling. Sh couldn't believe what she heard. A second chance? She wants to escape. She wanted to grasp that second chance. Her mind told her to run. It was all very suspicious. She shouldn't divulge into such things.

But she trusted her bestfriend. Whole heartedly. And she knew her best friend would never let any harm come to her.

Slowly, Luna nodded her head.

At this, her friend smiled so brithly, even the sun would feel shy and hidebehind the clouds.

"Do you need to pack anything? Even though everything will be provided to you there. Any trinkets or such?" Her best friend asked.

"My books? What about my book?" One thing that kept luna grounded and away from the harsh reality, even for a limited time, were her sweet collection of books.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to have it delivered to your place of stay. Now, be a doll and hold my hand?" The familiar loopside smile made its appearance on her face.

Luna chuckled, shaking her head as she grasped her hand. "Ever the charmer aren't you?".

"Only for pretty people like yourself darling" she winked.

"Now, I want you to trust me on this." Before Luna could utter another word or even comprehend what was going on, she was suddenly dragged forward along with her sprinting best friend who was running towards the edge of the roof.

And, her best friend leaped off into the air, taking Luna with her.

Outbreak | masterlist

OUTBREAK is a BTS x reader OC series set in the immediate aftermath of the apocalypse. A realistic tale of zombie survival, human relationships, and people pushed to their breaking point. Read on Ao3.

pairings: BTS x reader disclaimer: My writing is fiction, borrowing likenesses & names only genre: Zombie!au / Smut / Angst / Horror warnings — Death / Zombies / Horror / Gore / Peril / Blood / Smut

Chapter 1 The story begins. As a co-teacher, Hoseok can be intimidating. When the worst happens, does he have your back? Chapter 2 Reeling from the events that turned your life upside down, a chance encounter with Seokjin and Namjoon leads to a rescue attempt.   Chapter 3 Time is running out. Tempers flare as plans are discussed. A misunderstanding leads to the reliving of a more pleasant memory. Chapter 4 Hoseok, Namjoon, Seokjin and OC make a daring escape. We meet a familiar face. Someone’s life hangs in the balance.    Chapter 5 Hoseok makes a list. Yoongi plans to survive. Namjoon isn’t going anywhere fast. Seokjin takes a shower. There was only one bed. Chapter 6 Namjoon discusses the undead. You have a change of heart regarding Seokjin. The first supplies raid yields unexpected results. Chapter 7 After a brush with the undead, Hoseok makes his move. Yoongi gives some advice. You and Seokjin get closer. Chapter 8 coming soon!

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Bonus??? A zombie.zip teaser

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