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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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Hi hi hi, First thing, I legit love your theme sm-

Second thing, I was wondering if I could maybe request a fic where Fred is best friends with a gryffindor fem!reader who try’s to stay in the shadows but he and George are basically her best friends who she loves with all her heart bc they treat her kindly and don’t try to over push her limits and Fred always try’s to check up on her every other night because he wants to make sure she doesn’t get too lonely (they have a really fluffy relationship) and time skip to him asking her to the Yule ball and then dancing with her in private where they can still hear the music but where ppl can’t see because he knows she doesn’t like crowds and idrk just fluffy and they end up kissing or smth

Anyway, have a good day and don’t feel pressured to do this okay! Drink some water and eat some food.

hi, darling!!! thank u so much for the request, also if anyone else has sent me a request i’ll be working on them this weekend. i hope this is what you wanted :))

not a yule ball

fred weasley x fem!gryffindor!reader

summary: fred and you have your own yule ball.

warnings: food, mentions of loneliness, mentions of claustrophobia, mentions of underage drinking, mentions of alcohol, fred being a sweet heart, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, mutual pining but freddie being a simp, a KISS, a light slap (like on the chest?), mentions of spiking drinks with alcohol and mentions of a panic attack

word count: 2.2k

“when are you gonna tell her, mate?” george said looking at his ginger twin. “tell who, what?” he said defensively, afraid that he had made his feelings to obvious. “are you forgetting we’re magical twins? i know everything.” george said smugly, smirking and looking back at his newest invention while fred went to lay on his four poster bed.

fred was about to defend himself, lying at the fact his twin caught him dreaming about his crush who also happened to be his bestfriend, besides george of course. “you can barely stomach the thought of her getting pranked, i know you better than yourself it’s not that hard to tell” his twin looked back to his him as fred grumbled something under his breath.

he was about to continue his plea to his fiery headed twin as you, you’re gorgeous locks framing your face, your perfect coloured irises looked for him first, the way your skin looked good in every shade of lighting and the way your figure made its way over to his sitting beside his laying figure.

“you alright, freddie? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” you said looking at the red head confused. his eyes widened before sitting up next to you. “yeah, you alright love? look a bit fidgety.” he said as you were wringing your fingers together and george smirked over to fred before getting up going to the common room.

“alright, i guess. for transfiguration mcgonagall partnered me with people i don’t really know so i have to meet them in the library soon. i dunno, it’s stupid m’just nervous” you mumbled, embarrassed before looking at him. he scooted closer to you and placing a hand on your arm.

“darling, if you want i can talk to her, i mean she favours us gryffindors and i can tell her i’ll lay off the pranks and stuff?” he said quickly before adding, “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” he said in a sorrowful tone, rubbing his hand up and down your arm before pulling you into a hug. his hands rested on your waist as your arms winded their way around his neck and your head on his shoulder.

“no..no... m’fine i’ll just get over it, i have to go but i’ll see you and georgie later?” you said standing up, smoothing down your skirt and walking towards the door. “yeah?” “of course darling, i couldn’t leave you alone even if i wanted too.” and with that you were off to the library. a few seconds later the other mischievous twin apparated into the dorm and pouncing on fred’s bed.

“damn, didn’t know you were that whipped.” george added, with a laugh. “oh, bugger off!” the long haired ginger, yelled hitting george with a pillow.

later that evening fred couldn’t keep his mind off you, and your well being. he always knew that you tended to distance yourself, normally not on purpose but it was a habit that he always wanted to help you break. he knew like it was written on the back of his hand that large crowds made you nervous, he also knew that that when you were nervous you would pull on your favourite ring he made you for your birthday. you tended to like things homemade things rather than store bought, when you were nervous you would bounce your leg to the point where he would have to grab your leg to stop it.

he memorized every quirk, every indication of a mood change and he knew when things were good or bad. he didn’t think he was whipped, he thought this was what friends normally for other friends. that was until he saw you flip your hair a certain way, or loosen that gryffindor tie of yours and he absolutely wanted to kiss you senseless. he hadn’t told you, or george for that matter because he didn’t want to ruin the strong friendship you had built since second year when he helped you through a panic attack after snape had embarrassed you infront of the whole class.

‘maybe i should check on her... i don’t want to be to clingy?’ he thought to himself.

he opted to go to your dormitory, biding past the charm on the staircase and knocking on your door twice, an indication it was him before seeing you on your lay on your twin bed chipping away at your nail polish. “anything you wanna talk about?” he said before hopping on your bed sitting back on your headboard.

“it wasn’t bad, just frustrating.” you said looking into his brown irises through your dark eyelashes. “cormac kept speaking over me, he just kept interrupting and it was frustrating.” you mumbled before looking back at your fingernails.

“you had mclaggen in your group? absolutely not, i’m talking to mcgonagall.” he said, trying to stand up but not before you grabbed his hand pulling it back down. he got flustered at the completely innocent gesture, face flaring up, stomach getting tingly and his heart feeling like it could burst from his chest.

“you freddie, aren’t doing anything.” you sigh, “i’ll just work through it, it’s only a few days.” you giggled before adding, “plus if you’re coming to check on me, then i really don’t mind.” you say scrunching your nose in his direction before padding over to your desk to grab something.

if fred was flustered before, everything that had just occurred inside of his body exhilarated one hundred times harder. you WANTED him to come see you, and check on you. fred was of course, quite the flirt and he mostly new what to say to girls. but with a girl as gorgeous, and caring as you, you had him completely speechless.

“hey- you ate today right? drank water, took care of yourself? i know you forget sometimes, angel...” he said sheepishly fumbling with his ring-clad fingers looking at his lap. you smiled at his ability for care for someone, you of all people, “yeah... yeah, hermione brought me stuff.” you looked at him before grabbing a makeup wipe and looking in the mirror.

“i should- i should go me and george.... are working on a new prank, so i’m gonna go.” he said before walking to the door,

“see you tomorrow, freddie?”

“see you tomorrow, darling.”

the first bit of the semester quickly approached, the sooner you were to christmas, the sooner was... the yule ball. a ball with teenagers, dancing, fancy clothes and people trying to subtly drink alcohol... i mean who wouldn’t love it? you. you definitely did not love it. big sweaty crowds, with music you probably wouldn’t like, and drink spiking with god knows what liquor.

i mean as long as the clothes were ugly you definitely didn’t mind, and seeing fred in a suit was something you also definitely did not mind either but the claustrophobia of it all really made you want to lay in your bed and have a nice and long nap.

george’s reminders of fred’s pining definitely didn’t help either, fred wanted to go with you of course but he also knew that you definitely weren’t fond of big groups. so he had a brewing idea bubbling in that gorgeous mind of his, and the room of requirement. he had went to george with the idea hoping that it was a way to have a fun time in your own way, the more sensitive twin of the bunch agreed it was great idea.

after working on a 4ft scroll for potions, you were about to go find your 2 prankster bestfriends when you heard a double knock at the door and then the creak of it opening. you’re favourite fiery redhead walked in without his normal strut, and padded in nervously with his gaze strictly at the floor before sheepishly looking at you. “are you busy..?” he said before walking closer.

you set your quill down and look back at him and cock an eyebrow, “no...why?” you said nervously, hoping he wasn’t about to prank you considering he hadn’t since the beginning of term.

“i wanted to take you somewhere.., that’s if your not busy” he said interlocking his fingers together looking back at you. “no i’ve just done all my homework..” you stuck your hand out, “take me to the secret man cave where you test all your pranks on the innocent.” you said giggling while he interlocks your fingers together.

you guys roam around the castle till he guides you up the astronomy tower, the sky painted hues of red and orange.

“i’ve never looked at the view from up here...” you say flashing your irises towards him then back at the sunset. “yeah, it’s stunning.” he says, staring directly at your (BEAUTIFULLY CARVED) side profile, “oh yeah, the sunsets alright too” he said with a chuckle, untangling your fingers and brining his arm around your waist.

you look back at the lanky red head before lightly slapping your hand against his chest and looking up at him. “such a flirt, weasley.” you say looking back at the fading sky.

“go to the ball with me.”

“well that’s demanding.”

“well, get a pretty dress, do your hair all nice or don’t you look gorgeous at every moment of the day” fred wasn’t sure where this surge of gryffindor confidence came from, but he wasn’t exactly going to back down now.

“and don’t worry we’re not gonna be around sweaty, horny teenagers... i’ve got a surprise.” he says looking at you with smirk, oh he new you all too well.

“yeah freddie, i’ll go to a not yule ball with you”

then night was tonight, a pretty dress that excentuated every dip, curve and line of your body. you chose gryffindor red for house pride, even thought nobody would see it besides fred. you had done your makeup to perfectly match your completion, and done a hair style that exactly matched the hair type that laid on your head. your tresses, makeup and dress all compliment each-other. you look in the mirror a little more, wringing your fingers together before looking up at the door.

fred opened the door, leaning on its frame. his hair was long, not styled but you had always liked it better messy anyways. he was dressed in brown and black dress robes and if you thought fred was attractive before? you really thought we was beautiful now.

“you’re-... wow. everything is wow, you’re just so beautiful” fred said, looking you up and down analyzing your hair, face, and dress. “freddie, you look... really good” you nervously laughed before walking up to his lanky figure.

he grabbed your hand and brought you through the hallways, he also had made you cover your eyes and guided you once you reached a certain hallway. your movements were put to a halt when he whispered to you that were were almost there, you stood before a few seconds before you heard his footsteps again. ‘was he.... pacing?’ you thought to yourself. he grabbed your hand again before bringing you in a room.

“okay... open your eyes”

you quickly opened your eyes, a giant ballroom, with a instruments charmed to play your favourite music and fred to your left grinning like an idiot.

“oh my merlin.... did you do all this for me?” you say looking at him in the eyes, eyebrows scrunched and tearing welling in your eyes. “sweaty teenagers, bad music and spiked drinks with fire whisky aren’t really your favourite but i still wanted you to have a good evening. so i opted for this.” he said before looking at the floor then back at you.

“fred, i cannot fathom how amazing you are.” you said with a squeal before kissing his cheek and running to the middle of the floor. “c’mon now! don’t waste the music, dance with me!”

and with that, he was off. some songs were fast, some songs were slow. but then your favourite slow song came and he knew no matter how much protesting his brain was saying, george’s little voice was much to over powering. “i can see those gears in your head moving, care to tell me what your thinking about?”

“you.”

“i’m going to need you to elaborate, please.” she always has a smooth way with words, he thought.

“everything, you’re everything. you mean everything to me.” fred definitely wasn’t a nervous, butterfly in the stomach and flustered guy but for for you we was tripping over his feet and becoming beet red at the slightest touch from you.

“kiss me.” for being such a closed off girl, you sure were bold. you said it more of a statement rather than a question but fred didn’t care, in that moment he only wanted to kiss the girl that also wanted to kiss him.

he moved his hand to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb. he moved forward engaging you in a kiss, it was slow, passionate and it was something you had been both waiting for. you pulled away for a second to let your lungs breath but not before he captured your lips again moving faster, his grip on your waist tighted.

“merlin, i’ve been waiting to do that”

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spookyboywhump · 3 years

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For the flashback: Zander and literally anything regarding his family

A lil smth with a part of his family that doesn’t get brought up as much as he should. This one probably takes place closest to any of the events of the story.

This got longer than I thought it would.

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Daniel yawned as he came downstairs, awake early as he usually was. He wandered into the kitchen to where his dad was sitting at the table, scowling as he looked over some papers scattered around. He had the TV turned on in the other room so he could listen in on the morning news while he seemed to work. Daniel thought it was an odd hour for him to be worrying about work, but he often worked odd hours so he really didn’t worry about it.

“Morning.” He said, making a beeline straight to the coffee maker. He figured his dad needed some as much as he did.

“Good morning.” His father replied, but it didn’t sound like he was having a particularly good morning.

“Seems a bit early to be working- or are you just doing that for fun over there?” He asked, going to sit down across from him while he waited on the coffee maker. His father sighed heavily, taking his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I swear it’s never ending. I’m sorry, I’m going to be at the office late again today. Hopefully this will all be over with soon.” He said. He was always vague when he talked about work, Daniel had learned a long time ago not to ask questions. Whatever he wanted- or could- tell him, he would.

“I’ll just go to mom’s for dinner.” He shrugged. “Hopefully they don’t work you to death.” He said, laughing halfheartedly. In the past few years, his dad had been working longer and longer hours. It worried him, but it was his understanding that he did a very important job and that meant less time at home. He did hope that would change soon. He got up once his dad’s cup of coffee was ready, the man always drank just black coffee and Daniel thought he was crazy for it, but he thanked him when he brought the cup over to him.

“This is why you’re my favorite kid.” He said, something he said often that always got Daniel to laugh.

“I’d sure fucking hope so.” He said, returning to the counter to make his own cup. His dad had stopped trying to curb his swearing habit a long, long time ago. He leaned against the counter, looking at the chipped black nail polish on his nails as he caught bits and pieces of things being said on the TV. Something about some local business man, a Charles Whitaker donating a large sum of money to a hospital for better equipment, or something like that, he was only half paying attention. He was just thinking that it sounded like a good thing when his father swore under his breath.

“Goddamn Bastard. Danny, will you go turn that off?” He asked.

“Uh, sure...” He went into the living room and muted the volume, hardly even paying attention to the well dressed, white haired man talking with a news reporter on screen. “What’s the matter?” He asked when he walked back into the kitchen, “I wasn’t paying close attention, what were they talking about?” He figured he must’ve just missed something that his father had caught.

“It’s all bullshit.” He said, not looking up from one of the papers. “Whatever they say about Charles Whitaker, don’t listen to it.”

“Easy enough.” He said, going to the refrigerator to grab the creamer. He always used way too much in his coffee, his said he might as well just drink the creamer straight from the bottle. As if Daniel hadn’t done that before. Once he was satisfied, he went and sat back down with his dad. “Hard to believe you have beef with some millionaire, can’t believe I haven’t heard of this yet.” He laughed.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” He said, and Daniel wanted to point out he was already eighteen, he didn’t know how much older he’d need to be. He wondered if whatever issue his father had with the man was really that bad. It only made him more interested, but he chose not to say anything.

Eventually, the man, and the conversation faded to the back of his mind. His father left for work not even an hour later, and Daniel went about his day as usual, and the conversation from that morning quickly became an afterthought as normal, peaceful life continued on.

#oc flashbacks #my writing #my oc’s #Zander #Thomas King #pre story stuff hehehehe #this would’ve been months before his dad was actually killed

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sunnysidewrites · 6 years

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Soulmate!Woozi

Requested by anon: This is going to be an odd request, but if you had seen the Disney short, "Paperman" and could use the idea of it in a scenario with Woozi? If you haven't seen it, I recommend it~

omg so i watched it right after i saw this pop up in my inbox and lemme tell u it was so freakin cute thank u anon for enlightening me with this cute lil short love u <3333 i hope it was what you wanted bb!! also excuse the gross quality of this,, i havent written an actual separate thing in so long but hope this is somewhat decent :))) <3333

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW SO DROP IN SOME STUFF FOR ME TY TY I HOPE I WONT BE A LAZY ASS AND WILL ACTUALLY DO SOME WRITING

warnings: paper cuts. no paper airplanes were hurt in the making of the process but jihoon sure was

Every day, every single day, was the same old for lil Jihoon

An ordinary office job, an ordinary house, an ordinary lifestyle

Sure, it’s stable. His mouth is fed and a roof over his head hey that rhymes hehe but it’s so dull and lonely

You know that soulmate au where all you see is black and white until you meet them?? Yep. that’s it. That’s the tweet.

But the two people have to actually lock eyes -- it can’t just be someone seeing the other across the street

All of his friends are slowly marrying their soulmates and jihoon is just like hahHAHAhahaha guess i’ll marry my boring as hell job!!!!!

You’d think jihoon is most likely to marry his job right??? Mmm yeah that only applies if he likes his job sigh poor dude

Probably the most eventful thing that has happened to him in the past four years is “spicing things up a bit” amd spreading strawberry cream cheese on his bagel rather than regular cream cheese :(((

He needs some EXCITEMENT!!! ADVENTURE!!!

Can’t really do that when you’re stuck in a cubicle from 8-5pm can you smh

He didn’t expect -- ok well he probably did actually -- to have a painstakingly slow and mundane life when he moved to the city those years ago but it’s not like he can complain about having a stable life,,,, right?

You’re in the same slump as your soulmate without even realizing it

You landed a job at this fairly large corporation, and the pay was enough for your everyday living expenses

Each day, you stood before your reflection in a cute yet professional suit

You thought that this was what you’ve always wanted to be: a successful career person

Yeaaaa that’s not working out like you imagined it would be :(((

It sucks even more since you only see black and white so the boring factor just amped up by x30 more sigh rip you reader

Anyways, Jihoon was at the subway station as per usual, waiting for his 7:30am train to come

He’s carrying a huge stack of papers nECK HIGH so when the top paper starts blowing away he’s like oH NO NONOONO

Luckily (or is it unluckily?) the paper lands right in front of your face and he’s like oh,,,,, crap. There’s a bright red lipstick mark smack in the middle of the page LMAO

He wants to reach out for it but his hands are a little busy at the moment, but fortunately you laugh it off and place it back on his pile

He’s relieved as h*ck that you didn’t go nuts and tear his head off

It’s also a nice bonus you’re hella cute too ;))) some nice eye candy in the morning for the both of yall

You don’t quite make proper eye contact,,, it’s more like one of yall are looking at the other only when the other isn’t looking back

He’s about to work up the courage to say something to you, but as soon as he turns back to you, you’ve disappeared!!!

You lock eyes again on either side of the train and then it’s farewell T_T

The next few weeks he’s going INSANE and thinking about you no matter how much he tries to bury himself in his work

Quite literally. Those papers just keep multiplying rip jihoon

His boss is just like ohmYGOD WE DON’T HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD GET A MOVING!!!!

One day when he’s at his desk, his boss --

You guessed it

-- plants down a new stack of papers

Is this some daily ritual or smth idk man

Truth be told, he kept that paper with your lipstick mark on tucked in one of his desk drawers as a friendly reminder of the lost opportunity he screwed up on :))) good job my dude

He sighs and turns his head to stare out the window for a moment when he nearly jumps oUT OF his skin

There you are in your nice and polished suit, sitting in the room diRECTLY ACROSS FROM HIM IN THE NEXT BUILDING

He tries waving and just about anything to get your attention, but you’re too absorbed in engaging with someone else so he’s frantically trying to come up with another method

And there it is. He looks at the pile of papers and a lightbulb goes off

45 pages of paper airplanes later, you stiLL haven’t noticed anything rip all those airplanes failed. The closest he ever got sailed right in the back behind you but you didn’t notice it :’((

Soon, he uses up aLL his papers and his boss catches him doing some weird stuff so he shuts down the window and forces him to focus rip jihoon no one is on his side. On top of giving him another stack of documents ofc

Him: this is so sad alexa play i won’t give up on us

Anyways he tries to go back to his work but when his boss leaves he’s back to those airplanes

He runs out again and this time he’s like ok. I have no choice but to use The Last Resort

He makes a final airplane using the lipstick paper and IT STILL FAILS RIP BYE END OF STORY

He sighs frustratedly and gives up but since this is based on the disney short, some magical stuff happens LMAO

All of his failed airplanes come to life and ATTACK THE HELL OUT OF HIM WHEN HE TRIES TO LEAVE

Simultaneously, the lipstick airplane also comes to life and is discreetly flying through the city to catch you when you’re walking back to the train station to head home

Jihoon’s airplanes are viciously attacking him -- ngl looks pretty painful -- but they’re pushing him towards your direction all while your special airplane is leading you to him!!!

The city onlookers are freaked tf out seeing a man with 20 airplanes attached to his body and attacking him but a plane’s gotta do what a plane’s gotta do right folks??

Jihoon tries to move out of the train that the planes pushed him onto but they firmly hold him back the poor man

You’ve been following this lil lovely plane for a while now and just when you think of heading back, you meet a very familiar man but he’s… completely covered in airplanes

The boy keeps struggling against the planes and it’s super hard to walk and see when all he sees are blurs of flying white around him but he comes to a sudden halt when he sees the face he’s been thinking about for weeks

All the planes on his body slowly fall down and the second you lock eyes, colors just bURST into your vision

You’re not sure how the airplanes did their magic, but it’s definitely the least of your worries rn

He shyly chuckles and rubs his hand on the back of his neck, a tinge of pink coloring his cheeks (which you can NOW SEE YAY)

You look at the gigantic pile of airplanes crowding his feet and you can’t help but giggle when you connect the dots

“Did you really spend that much paper and time folding all of these?”

“It’s… a long story, but I’m glad I did. I think I have a bunch of cuts from them jamming into me earlier tho :(“

“Hmm, how about we properly communicate over some dinner?”

He smiles boyishly and nods in agreement

“As long as there’s no lemonade involved”

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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zombie!yuta

the flirtiest zombie in the world lol

will flirt with anything, living or dead ;)

he wears long sleeves and skinny jeans to try and hide his rotting skin bc believe it or not people aren’t really attracted to rotting flesh

moisturizes every single day like if you can’t find yuta he’s probably rubbing zombie honey-scented lotion on his dead skin

his literal dead skin

also yeah yuta loves honey-scented things do you want to know why?

bc honey is a food that won’t start rotting until like 3000 years after it’s made,,,, and yuta highkey thinks it has some sort of power to it

anyway he loves w nct obviously

is super slow even though he doesn’t want to be

like he wants to zoom around and be excited but sometimes things get Zombified™ and all he can do is mutter a single “ugh”

which makes all the other boys laugh but yuta hates it!!!

anyway he super social esp in the zombie verse bc ghouls are probably the most common monsters in this universe

like humans are used to working along side zombies and every thing is okay until a baker!zombie drops his finger in the cake batter and forgets to tell everyone

but that doesn’t happen too often!!

anyway yuta goes to a zombie college called undead university or smth

yuta’s parents (adoptive zombie parents — that is) are both zombie socialites,, like they have this huge ball-type party where zombies wear the clothes they wore from the era they died in

and everyone eats hors d'oeuvres but it’s horse d'oeuvres bc it’s made w horse brain

so yuta’s parents always make him go to these things and he’s super annoyed like listen for a sec

yuta was a samurai in medieval japan when he died

so the armor he has to wear at these things

and don’t even get me started on the hairstyle it was long but like shaved on the top, then rolled around into a bun?? idk how to describe it but yuta has to wear a wig that looks like that for the party

it’s so extra and he lowkey looks like a strange transformer just look up samurai armor and imagine yuta in it like he looks like a goofball

he didn’t used to ofc

back when that was the armor and yuta had a decent hairstyle instead of a wig made specifically for rotting scalps

anyway the point is that yuta really hates these parties and he always tucks some extra clothes away in his armor so as soon as everyone’s back is turned he can leave

it’s not easy to leave when you’re a zombie though like they aren’t sneaky and their thumping footsteps can be heard miles away right

so now to you

you are also a zombie

and you don’t mind these parties as much bc you died during the nineties so you get to wear grunge style stuff and your hair can be covered under a beanie

which is extremely convenient bc whenever you try to brush your hair it never goes well

you end up as patchy mcbaldscalp

so anyways you come to the party in like converse and a flannel tied around your waist

and immediately you notice that every other zombie is like a billion years older than you

like they died old,,,,, but their era was super old too

youre pretty sure you see a zombie from ancient rome

literally,,,, caesar was probably his lab partner lol

so you hide out w the food for most of the night

soon you hear this clang of metal and you turn around (slowly bc ya know,,,, you’re a zombie)

and this zombie from like medieval japan is clanking towards you

you rlly don’t want to get caught up in a convo starting with “back in my day…”

listen, if you think humans are slow you have never heard a zombie tell a story

so you like look around for some kind of escape but before you can leave

the samurai is upon you

and he’s like “it must be my lucky day, cause i’m a zombie and you’re drop-dead gorgeous”

nd you’re like oh no not only is he an old zombie,,,, he’s a pervy old zombie

and you’re just about to tell him off for it when he slowly lifts up his helmet, and you can see his face

and it’s not bad looking tbh

at least not for someone who’s been dead 832 years amirite

you kinda stop like oh,,, a cute zombie,,,, a cute zombie boy whose eyes dont rlly seem dead but actually pretty alive,,,,,,

until

“i’m nakamoto yuta, but you can call me soon,” he says. and he winks

let me tell you a thing abt zombie winks: they never go as planned

for instance, yuta winked at you, and his eyeball fell out

like the whole eyeball,,,, starts rollin away,,,

and if zombies had blood it’d probably rush to his cheeks but instead he just drops his helmet and runs after it

and you watch him, lowkey amused because when he finally gets his eyeball back, he accidentally runs into a beam

and falls right onto his back

lol

you’re laughing obv but you zombie-run over like r u ok my dude

he just closes his eyes like “leave me here to die in my shame”

so yeah the way you guys met was pretty different

but as time went by you guys grew closer

which is good bc every other zombie your age is weird and still smells like a human

so anyway yuta always brings you over to the monct house to hang out

and the boys are all slowly getting used to having girls over since more of the members are finding dates

so they prepare like

witch!mark charms a special nail polish to accurately change colors with your mood

and forest spirit!jeno always finds the prettiest flowers to give as gifts

and basically all the monsters now clean up after themselves a lot more

anyway back to you and yuta

this might be because zombies lack brains and proper blood flow to said brain but you guys like doing stupid stuff

mostly to prank the other boys

like y'all are gross and will switch eyeballs to see if anyone notices

also you try to eat brains in front of the dreamies to see if they get grossed out

vampire!donghyuck is like not grossed out at all

werewolf pup!renjun might join you if it’s close to the full moon (cue being dragged away by werewolf!sicheng “you can’t eat raw meat you aren’t a real dog!”)

jaemin jisung and chenle all think it’s cool and lowkey want to try some

like it’s horse brain how bad can it be

you always tease yuta for his samurai outfit

and he’s like i was a warrior y/n!! i fought for japan!! i had a sword and everything!!! and i’ll have you know the ladies loved me a whole lot!!

“i’m sure they did, yuta”

you guys like listening to music from your different eras like yuta is now hooked on rock and roll and you like the theatrical sounds of nōgaku

you guys are the chilliest couple ever and most of your dates consist of laying around

sometimes you’ll moan “brraaiiiiiinnnnnsss!!!!!” just to annoy the others

but mostly not

anyway you guys are like a basic zombie couple: highkey chill and lowkey gross

it’s cool tho

anyways that’s zombie!yuta

hope you enjoyed!

part of the monster!nct collab w @trickortaeil

#yuta au #yuta scenarios #yuta scenario #yuta imagines #yuta imagine #yuta fluff #zombie!au #zombie!yuta #nct au #nct scenario #nct scenarios #nct imagine #nct imagines #nct fluff #monster!au #monster!nct #destwrites

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too-raph · 6 years

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@redwheeler tagged me in the WIP meme!! Thanks so much! :’D I have a handful of stuff that’s finished and just needs polished and posting (bc I have a habit of writing things and then sitting on them for months to make sure I still like them? oops)

BUT I do have, uh, other stuff I’m currently chipping away at...I’ll just go ahead and mention the WIPs I’m at least 80% sure I’ll end up posting.

1. Don’t Look Down (BeyBurst): a KumiWaki oneshot, and given the title it’s p obvious what it’s about. Not sure if that title will stick but it works so. This one I started writing entirely bc of BeyBurst God ep 16, I’m sorry Wakiya. I’m stuck somewhere around 2/3 of the way in buuuut it’s....almost there,

2. Bad Liar (Danganronpa): it’s. uhm. it’s uh. it’s a Bubblegum Rock fake dating AU. I’m like. Over 12k words into it. It’s not even halfway done? I also have the whole outline finished, which is big for me. It’s all multichapter and everything. This fic is exactly everything I thought I’d never write and yet here I am, knee deep. (it’s all. Kazuichi Souda’s fault.) I don’t want to start posting it until it’s completely done, though, so this is, long haul,

3. Just Keep on Dancing (X-Men: Evo): Tabby/Amara oneshot. This one’s also probably about 2/3 of the way finished? Once I started writing it really got away from me so I’m hoping I can finish it off in a satisfactory way. They go on a date, feat. Tabby cajoling Amara to sneak out, typical Tabby/Amara stuff,

Those are the ones I have the most headway in, now for stuff that isn’t even titled or close to being done yet! that I still hope to have finished and up by the end of 2018! somehow!:

4. OPM oneshot where Metal Bat winds up sick and worn out and Zenko has to deal w/him after trying to stop him from doing that in the first place,

5. MP100 oneshot where Musashi helps Onigawara deal w/insomnia, bc he’s nosy and Onigawara has those bags under his eyes. Probably TenGouda flavored bc it’s me and I Love That Ship

6. BeyBurst, KumiSisco, wherein Sisco demands a roommate reassignment from Chris bc he doesn’t want to deal with Cooza anymore lol (three guesses who he wants as his new roomie)

some more unrelated rambling under the cut, feel free to skip it, honestly-

I did kind of challenge myself to write (and post!) smth for each of my Pompadour Faves(TM) this year, so that means I’ll probably try for a foray into Josuyasu territory, too.

This year I’d reeaally like to broaden my horizons as a fanfic writer, get more works for more fandoms out. Maybe finally post some of that old stuff I thought was no good. I dunno. There’s so much I want to write for, just wish I had more time/confidence/energy/motivation/inspiration, y’know? the struggle.

........Also if anyone’s curious and bc I apparently love to talk about my writing(?), here’s what I’ve already got finished that I’ll be posting soon(ish):

-KumiWaki where they race and Wakiya trips and minor first-aid is administered by guess who, -Mondo Oowada washing a stray dog in the bathroom sink of Hope’s Peak, -two (2) small YYH oneshots where Kuwabara is self-sacrificing and heartwarming bc I’m an absolute sucker -more Danganronpa somehow, this time w/Kazuichi invading Fuyuhiko’s cottage for the night bc he’s a nervous wreck who can’t sleep

#featuring Riley #uh sorry I probably said too much but I'm overexcited thanks #now that I'm looking through my folders it doesn't seem like a lot but-

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sometimesambroswrites · 7 years

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Ehiiiiiii First of all: sup Italian pal (non sapevo lo fossi sto leggendo tutti i tuoi Tumblr prompt a vedo ora che sei italiana omg hype) Second of all: love your stories! Third: if u still take prompts could you do a fic where magnus works at lush or smth like that and Alec enters the first time to buy smth for izzy and then comes back every time for a lot of weeks and Magnus finally asks him on a date after he finds out izzy is not his girlfriend? Sorry if it's too complicated or anything!

Salve Italian pal!I’ll have you know I love this prompt to death and as soon as I read it I could just see Magnus working for Lush. Like, he would fit in perfectly. So thank you so much, I loved the prompt and I had a lot of fun writing this story (which is almost 3k long because I have no self control); I hope you like it!!Warning for pining and boys being embarrassing and the author being sleep deprivedAlso, I feel like Lush should sponsor me after this. Right? RIGHT?Since it’s 2 am and I have no fantasy, this fic shall be called

The Lush Fic

The place smells overwhelmingly good. In fact, it smells too good.Alec thinks he's probably going to be sick because of it and he canalready feel a headache blooming behind his eyes.

On top of that, everything is justso bright, soaps andpackagings and weird pudding-like thingies alike.

Alec is out of his depth. He shouldprobably go back home and give Izzy thirty dollars with a label thatsays sorry I'm a douche.

-Can I help you?

He turns suddenly and he realisestwo things at the same time: number one, he's been staring atsomething called Tender is the night fora couple of minutes now, and number two, the salesperson who's justapproached him is hot as hell. He's got glittery make up around hiseyes and green streaks in his hair, and he looks like he fitsperfectly into the extravagant shop.

He says: -Yes please,- and thenbites down on his tongue half hoping that it'll fall off.

The guy grins,a melt-your-soul kind ofgrin, and Alec is pretty sure the dizziness isn't all on thefragrances that keep washing over him. -You do look kind of lost,- heteases, his hands clasped in front of him; he's wearing nail polishthat's the same shade of green as his hair and he's wearing a coupleof rings on his index and middle finger.

-Yes, I'm – -, Alec would take adeep breath, be he's not sure that would help, -I'm looking for apresent.

The guy nods, patiently; Alec thinkshe probably has to deal with a lot of idiots in his line of work.He's probably not even the first one of the day.

-Did you have something specific inmind?

Alec scratches at the back of hisneck: -Uhm, not really?- he says, turning it into a half question, -Imean, I've never been here, so I – I wouldn't know. But maybesomething pink. And sweet. And – - he makes some sort ofunidentified gesture with his hands and he's about two seconds awayfrom walking out of the store, -glittery?

The guy nods like he knows exactlywhat Alec is talking about and he turns around, making a littlefollow me gesture withhis index and middle finger; he walks towards the other side of thestore, steps light as he avoids other customers and his colleagues;they stop in front of a series of wooden,square-shaped containers. Alec peeks inside and he spots dozens ofcolourful little balls.

-These,- the guy says, picking up ablue one, -are called Bath bombs.Here,- he moves closer to a little basin of water, -I'll show you.

He lets it fall and the Bathbomb hits the water with a smallsplash; it immediatelystarts dissolving, tainting the water around it a deep green-bluecolour, stripes of pink and yellow coming out here and there, andAlec has to admit it looks exceptionally pretty. The thin whitelather makes it look like a deep night sky.

-You use it in the bathtub,- the guysays, and then winks, he winks,and Alec swallows. -Looks pretty,- he says, and he's pretty sure he'sblushing.

The guy beams and gestures at theother Bath bombs ondisplay: -We actually have a Bath bomb calledPink that you mightlike,- he points at said Bath bomb,which is, indeed, deep pink and sheer and it kind of screams Izzy.

He nods: -That looks perfect.

The guy reaches for a yellow andblack paper bag and picks one of the Pink Bath Bombsup and holds it out in front of Alec's face: -Smells like vanilla.

Alec tentatively moves his facecloser to the Bath Bomb,the tips of his ears uncomfortably hot, but as he tries to smell ithe realizes he probably will never be able to smell anything else inhis life.

The guy grins: -You can'tdistinguish smells anymore, can you?

Alec feels his eyes crinkling withthe smile that curves his lips: -Not even remotely.

The guy chuckles, dropping the BathBomb into the paper bag: -Wellthen, you'll have to trust me.

-I guess I have no choice,- Alecsays, trying not to be visibly excited that he was actually able toflirt back. If that was actual flirting. Which he's not so sureabout.

The guy's smile turns deeper for asecond, and then he's pointing out other Bath Bombs –one called Sex Bomb thatapparently smells like jasmine and has a pretty rose on top of it,and one called Twilightwhich the guy assures him has nothing to do with the book and smellslike lavender. They are all rigorously pink.

-Anything else?- the guy asks, andAlec is pretty sure he'd buy the whole store if he tried to sell itto him.

-Uhm, well, it's – it's an apologypresent, so maybe something else that's pretty and pink?

The guy beams again as he walks afew steps over the shelves on the walls on the right of the BathBombs: -I'll show you myfavourite.

He points at one of the pudding-likethingies, a deep pink one: -These are Shower Jellies.You can use them as regular body wash,- he winks, -I promise itsmells like cinnamon.

-Looks perfect,- Alec says, and hethinks he could have gone without knowing it was the cute guy'sfavourite. He really could have.

-Great!- the guy takes one and putsit in a different paper bag. -Anything else?

Alec's wallet is screaming at himthat he needs to say no.

He shakes his head and he diesinside the tiniest bit: -No, thanks. I think she's going to forgiveme.

The guy smiles, warm, the cuff onhis ear catching the light: -I'm sure she will.

It's disappointingly anticlimacticafter that: the guy doesn't work the register so he simply sends Alecoff with another smile, and he's already busy with a new customerwhen Alec walks out of the store.

Needless to say,Izzy loves her present and she spends an unhealthy amount of timepoking at the Shower Jelly. Sheenjoys making him squirm for a couple of minutes before she says: -Iguess you're forgiven,- tongue in cheek as per usual, and Alecraffles her hair.

He makes it one week before he goesback.

Well, so what? Clary's birthdayisn't that far away. A couple of months. Whatever. Plus, the store ison his way back from work. If he takes a completely different routefrom his usual one. Whatever.

The guy beams at him the moment Alecsteps into the store, and Alec's mind just goes oh shit fora few seconds because he'd managed to convince himself the guy mightnot be on shift or he might not remember him, but there heis, with blue hair and blue nailpolish as he asks: -So, did she forgive you?

It takes Alec a moment to answersince he's uselessly trying to fight the huge smile that threatens tostretch his lips: -Yeah. Yes, she did. Thank you.

-You're very welcome,- the guy says,and he looks especially cute today; he's wearing an oversized, brightblue jumper with tight, black leggings, and black boots, and Aleccan't even blame the overwhelming smell of the shop since he's beeninside for maybe two minutes.

-Are you looking for something else?

-I – yes, yes I am. Uhm, abirthday present? For a friend. She really liked the BathBombs I bought the last time.

Which is not a lie, by the way.Clary loved those BathBombs, spent at least twentyminutes watching YouTube videos about them. She even picked out theones she liked best and wrote them on a list that was later hung onthe fridge. She probably hopes Jace will take the hint. Poor thing.

-So,- the guy asks, teasingly, -Areyou a Bath Bombs expertyet, or do you still need my help?

Alec feels himself blushing. What'snew. He digs his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it, says: -Iactually have a list of stuff she wants, if you could – ?

The guy holds out his hand, jokinglyserious and business-like: -Leave it to me.

Alec gives him his phone, a pictureof the list on the screen – because he's had a sister fortwenty-two years. He can take a hint.

He follows the guy around kind ofhelplessly for ten minutesbefore they're done, three paper bags in his hands as he walkstowards the register.

The guy waves him goodbye and Alecnearly trips over his own feet.

Of course, it was just wishfulthinking that he'd be able to keep it a secret until Clary'sbirthday.

Izzy is immediately on him as soonas she spots the yellow and black bag with Lush's logo and she callsfor Clary as soon as she's dragged Alec into the kitchen and hasemptied the bag's contents on the table.

Clary's eyes literally sparklewhen she sees that Alec's boughtevery single thing she'd written on her list; she kisses him on thecheek: -I knew you'd take the hint.

Alec feels kind of manipulated.

Although, it iskind of nice watching his sister and Clary as they coo over soaps andshampoos and jelly stuff. Whatever.

He doesn't even realise Izzy hasapproached him with a dangerous glint in her eyes until she says:-So,- dragging out the o,-How come you went back so soon?

Alec feels like this would be a goodmoment to leave. He takes the smallest step back, hoping his sisterwon't notice. -It's on my way to work and Clary wanted that stuff.

Both Clary and Izzy say: -No, it'snot.

-I'll buy you two whatever you wantif you stop asking.

Izzy and Clary exchange looks. -Noway.

Alec sighs. -There's this cute guy …-

He goes back the next week, becausehe's weak and Izzy hasn't stopped asking about the Cute Guy– that's what they're calling him now, capital letters and all.

He almost hides, almost doesn't evengo inside, but Cute Guy waves at him as soon as he sees him and Alecis just. Gone. Fucked. He's got a crush but Cute Guy will probablyrequest a restraining order against him if he keeps this up.

-Here for another BathBomb?- Cute Guy asks, a teasingsmile on his lips. His hair is a deep pink today, and his nails, ofcourse, match.

Alec wants to dig a hole in theground and bury himself in it. Just a bit. -Yeah, my – my rommateis actually jealous that I didn't get him anything yet, so – - heshrugs.

Cute Guy nods like that's totallynormal: -Understandable.

Which, again, is not a lie, by theway. Simon genuinely pouted for ten minutes when he saw the bag ofstuff Clary got. But still. Simon isn't normal.

-Have you already thought ofsomething?

Alec shrugs. Again. -I though maybea Bath Bomb to makehim happy.

-So,- Cute Guy says, hesitantly, -Iguess you won't need my help?

Alec blinks, trying to figure out ifhe's just imagining the way Cute Guy sounded almost hopeful. -Well, Imean, I'm always pretty lost in here? But I have no problem lookingfor something by myself.

Cute Guy beams and Alec just givesup. -No way, I'll have to help you.

Simon honest to God jumps up anddown when Alec comes back home with two Bath Bombs calledDragon's Egg.

Alec had told Cute Guy that Simonwas into Game of Thrones and Cute Guy had nodded enthusiastically andhad gaped at Alec when he'd said he wasn't into TV shows at all.Actually, he'd shaken his head and he'd said: -What do you even dowith your life?- sounding shocked. Alec had been incredibly endeared.

Izzy and Clary stand at his sides asthey watch Simon coo at his Bath Bombs.-So,- Clary says, casually, -How's Cute Guy?

Alec sighs: -Always cute.

Jace frowns at him from the door,arms crossed over his chest: -How come you didn't get meanything?

So he goes back for Jace. Whatever.It's not like he has a dignity anymore.

Except that Cute Guy is workingregister today and Alec is stuck with a guy who introduces himself asRaphael in a monotone and leaves him to browse through the BubbleBars by himself.

They're fun and they look like thekind of thing Jace would secretly enjoy, so he gets one that smellslike chocolate – apparently – and he makes his way to theregister with his black and yellow paper bag.

And there Cute Guy is. With hissmile and his red streaks and red nail polish. -Let me guess,- hesays as he reaches for a bigger paper bag under the counter: -Anotherdisgruntled roommate?

-Best friend,- Alec corrects him,and that's when his eyes fall on Cute Guy's nametag. It reads Magnus.

Magnus.

It fits him perfectly.

-Well, tell you what,- Cute Guy, Magnus says, almostconspiratorially as he lowers his voice, -Since you're always buyingpresents I'll give you one of the good samples. For personaluse,- and then he stops, blushes, and Alec with him, although hedoesn't know why.

Magnus throws a small, black container in the bag and he rings himup, blush still sitting on his cheeks, and Alec doesn't really knowwhat to say, hell, he doesn't know what happened, he justknows that Magnus doesn't quite look him in the eyes when he saysgoodbye.

The sample, it turns out, is a Massage Bar called Hottie.It's warming and stimulating.

Izzy blinks at Alec for twenty seconds: -We're going there tomorrowand you're asking Cute Guy out.

-What?- Alec takes back the sample, -No, no, no way,what do you –

-Well, I'm going,- Izzy says, -You can do what you want.

-Shit,- Alec mutters under his breath when he sees his sister insidethe shop, -Shit, shit, shit.

Izzy smiles at him, her very satisfied smile, Magnus standingright next to her, and Alec considers leaving, he really does,but then Magnus says: -Alec.-, and he feels like he could stay rightthere for the rest of his life.

He swallows. -Hey.

Magnus smiles, anticipation running through his fingers as he keepstwisting them: -Your sister was telling me that she's the oneyou bought that stuff for the first time.

Alec blinks. That's not what he expected. -Yes?- he says, confusionturning it into a question.

Izzy rolls her eyes: -Why don't you two go talk outside?

Magnus looks away, bashful, a small smile on his lips: -Of course,I'll take my break if it's – - he glances at Alec, -okay with you.

-Yeah, no, of course, I mean –

Izzy glares at them both.

Which is how Alec finds himself on the sidewalk at the back entranceof the shop with Magnus, Cute Guy Magnus.

-I thought you were buying stuff for your girlfriend,- Magnus says,in one breath, without looking at him.

Alec blinks in confusion: -My what?

-Yeah, I – I mean, after that first time I thought maybe you – Idon't know, maybe you were a serial cheater and you had to beforgiven a lot so you kept coming up with excuses and that'swhy – I mean, if I'd known that she was your sister Iwould've –

Alec blurts out: -I'm really gay.

Smooth.

Magnus looks at him, eyes wide,barely holding back a smile, and Alec grunts, says: -Oh God.-,rubbing his face with his hands as Magnus chuckles.

-Not funny,-he whines, -I've already embarrassed myself enough my coming here fora month. And youthought I was cheating–

-I'm sorry,- Magnus says, stillchuckling, and Alec peers at him through his fingers; he doesn't looksorry at all. Gorgeous, yes. Sorry, not so much. He lowers his hands.

-What would have you done?- Alecasks, holding his breath, -If you'd known it was for my sister.

Magnus looks back and forth betweenhis eyes for a second: -I'll have you know I had it all planned out.I would have run after you as soon as you'd left the shop. To keep itprofessional, you know.

Alec nods, pressing his lipstogether. It's useless. He's smiling anyway. -Of course.

-And then I would have asked youout.

-Well, it does sound pretty nice.

-Right? I know. I'm a master atdaydreaming.

Jesus, Alec is half in love already.He can hear himselfsmile as he asks: -You know what would sound even nicer?

Magnus grins. -Few things, I'msure,- he teases.

Alec chuckles, shaking his head; hetakes a deep breath: -Would you like to go out with me?

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