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I'm back! The doctors figured out what was happening, and are currently treating me. I feel so much better and should be feeling better than normal within a few weeks!

With that being said, I'll be getting back to writing. So please feel free to send in requests (texts, imagines, drabbles, reactions) or just talk to me! I have the next part for Stand By You halfway written, and I have an extremely fluffy Hoseok imagine in the works.

Where My Demons Hide (Prologue)

Words- 148

Angst, moments of Fluff in future parts 

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Warnings: This is a zombie apocalypse AU. There will be blood, gore, death, injuries, mentions of suicide/self harm, use of weapons, profanity, and other issues that will be posted as the story progresses. 

The world had gone to shit, that much was obvious. People coming back from the dead and eating the living, turning them with a simple bite or scratch. Roaming the lands, looking for their next victim.

No one knew how it started, and at this point, it’s hard to tell if anyone really cared. All that was on everyone’s mind was to survive.

Survive.

That’s exactly what Skyler had done. She was good at surviving, avoiding the dead. She didn’t have as much luck with the living, quite literally running into a kid while on a supply run.

Maybe things would be different if she had been able to turn away, ignore the young man’s pleas to help him.

Maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way if she didn’t take him back to his group.

Maybe she would survive longer if she didn’t listen to her heart.

paint by number ; min yoongi

you have a free day without him, and this is what you do...

↬  pairing ┇  domestic idol!yoongi x gender neutral reader

↬  genre & rating & warnings ┇  floofity floof floof, g, none!

↬  word count ┇  just over 500

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It was one of those days you had all to yourself; no plans or expectations, except to enjoy yourself on this airy Saturday during the early days of summer.

You had finished all your paperwork last night. You turned off the wifi so you weren't tempted to look at your emails, instead turning on some music that rang out through your living room's sound system.

Yoongi had it fitted in when you both first moved into the place, stating he needed some ‘good quality music speakers’ for you to appreciate his ‘good quality music’ on. Both of you had lived here together for almost two years now. You had your space to do your work, and he had his space to do his, but the bedroom was a special room of the house you both shared, and when his schedule allowed him to be in the city, this is where you'd spend all your nights together.

For now, today was about you. You made yourself a quick mug of coffee before opening the patio doors, letting yourself out into your garden. The fresh air tickled your skin as you hummed. Carefully, you took out your easel and canvas from the store shed and set up your paints on a rotting wooden stool.

The canvas was a paint-by-number Namjoon had given you as a Christmas present a few months ago, that you had never completed since you had lost the corresponding paints. It depicted a lion in its habitat, so you figured it couldn't be that difficult to complete it with your own colour paints.

With the background music playing lowly from the house, and the birds singing in the midday sun, you felt yourself getting drowsy. Your coffee was cold, and the summer breeze engulfed you as you willed to finish the canvas.

As soon as you did (a couple hours later), your eyes fixated on the old cushion swing in the corner of the garden that had come with the house. You stumbled over to it, fighting your own tiredness, before splaying your body across it as it rocked you to sleep.

"Baby... y/n?" Yoongi's soft voice breaks you from your slumber, and you open your eyes groggily to see his face inches away from yours with a smile ghosting over his lips. The sky is still as bright a blue before you fell asleep in your garden.

You reach forward to close the gap between you and your boyfriend, your hands cupping his face as you kiss him softly. He pulls away shortly, "Hi. Your work looks beautiful."

You giggle when you see coloured fingerprints of paint littering his cheeks, looking down at your hands to see the same colours. You press your index finger to his nose as he squirms, finishing him off with a touch of red, "Thank you, Yoongi."

He lifts you off the swing, "You did it yourself?"

You laugh lightly, curling into his arms, "It's a paint-by-number."

"It's beautiful," he rubs his cheek on yours and you squeal at the feeling of cold paint on your face now, but the warmth of him near you keeps him close. ”Just like you.”