#halloween au snippet

[afewproblems]

Last sentence tag!

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote on a WIP (can be from anything, fic, original work, etc) and tag the same number of people as there are words in your sentence. Thank you Jess @strangersteddierthings for the tag, I finally think I have my path through this Halloween AU and I'm so excited to explore and keep working on it for you guys!

It's almost as if Steve is pleading with him, and it's then that Eddie notices what Steve has gripped between his hands. A fucking baseball ball bat, studded with nails that have been haphazardly hammered into the end of it.

So....that's a lot of words and more than one sentence (I'm excited okay?) So I will most likely tag my usual crowd (no pressure!) And anyone else that needs a push to work on their WIP feel free to use this and tag me in it!

@steddierthings @steddie-there @steves-strapcollection @stevesbipanic @spooky-brakers @flowercrowngods @henderdads @eriquin

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

thinking about witch of the wilds reader, about whom so little is known the story changes depending on which villager tells it.

hunters say she embodies everything beautiful about nature, forgetting its fickle, volatile, dangerous side.

travelers say she disappears into the shadows of the trees, running naked except for the flowering thorns woven through her hair.

the young men say whoever catches her can have her a night, but she's as fast as a minnow and wily as a rabbit.

the old women say men venture into the forest to find her and they don't return.

storytellers say you'll never find her unless you're not seeking her--that she must be a nymph or a dryad, a daughter of Baba Yaga by a forest god.

children say she hinders fools and helps only those pure of heart--pure like children understand it, because pure does not mean well-intentioned. it only means free of distraction and distortion; obsessive; all-consumed.

venture out to find her and you might find that the gap between beautiful wild maid and dangerous sorcerous trickster is vanishingly small.

these stories are all blown a bit out of proportion, but who are you to deny the legends that give you such a steady stream of human travelers to toy with?

masterlist

see also: shapeshifter familiars 141 + witch reader <3

[slowd1ving]

[INAMORATA] SNIPPET . *࿐ SUNDAY, MOZE, SOMEWHAT JIAOQIU??

more jiaoqiu and moze being a little creep, male incubus reader

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Of course you don’t end up stealing a kiss outside the building—Moze taking the opportunity to clean the bathroom obsessively while buzzing from the liquor, while you walk Jiaoqiu out. 

Of course you don’t mean to, but you’re drunkenly complaining of the professor for your statistics module, and he’s merely gazing. When the sun’s long gone to its slumber—and the only light available is the halo around your head from the flickering streetlamp—who can blame him for the way his eyes drink your pout in, the way he’s getting lost in the way you smell? Menthol cigarettes and something sweeter, something his nose picks up that could be caramel but could also thrum deep in your veins to intoxicate others. 

He cuts you off when it gets too much for him, right when you push your glasses up to continue to ramble comfortably. 

“—every lecture, I swear—mmph—” 

You swear up-and-down you weren’t planning this; you’re taken completely aback as he surges, pressing you up against the rough brick of the building. He’s warm, you think deliriously—with his hand cradling your cheek and his other nestled in the back of the loose pullover you’re wearing, you’re warmer than you’ve been in weeks. 

It’s not desperate, but you can feel the build-up of emotion behind it: taste the cherry on your breath, the tequila on his. Alcohol may have prompted this, but even a fool could savour the heavy yearning on his tongue. 

“Jiaoqiu,” you mumble, but he merely tilts your head, nipping at your slicked lips with an eagerness he only seems to display when it’s the witching hours. He’s shorter than you, yet tonight he’s the one caging you in an inescapable lock—so hungry, so avaricious and naturally, you oblige, raking your hands in his pink hair. 

You taste blood. You taste life as you feel his steady pulse against your body, lust as he groans and melts into your touch, desperation as he entwines his arms around you with the sole goal of pressing himself into you even further. 

You are equally insatiable, gradually feeling the vivid colours flow from his tongue onto your own. 

You are equally gluttonous, but your work isn’t going to finish itself and you’re quite a good demon, if you do say so yourself. 

You are equally voracious, and perhaps completely degenerate, yet still you wistfully and regretfully ease your lips from his—though your hands remain white-hot on his body. 

It’s enough energy to get through the rest of this day and then some. It’ll do. It has to do. 

“I’ll see you at the Film Festival,” he murmurs, but the two of you know the encounter between you both will be sooner—a clandestine encounter between sheets, in fact. 

He’s walking home, so you watch him disappear into the night—and when his small figure is swallowed up in the void space between street lamps, you watch a little while longer. 

Unbeknownst to you, someone else has been watching this entire time too. 

[formalmess]

i rly want halloween to come sooner so ive been thinking abt spooky stuff these last few days and i thought: i might as well post my vampire and vampire hunter au... lord luigi (turned by antasma) and vampire “hunter” peasley

[sanaserena]

“It was Luffy’s idea to dress up as pirates!” said Ace, from the living room.  Apparently already dressed.

When he’d arrived, he’d done so in a pair of black knee length shorts, his signature belt and beaded necklace, a dagger sheathed in green, and an orange hat with what you thought were a pair of goggles—one with a smiley face, the other with a frowny face.  The hat itself hung a medallion on his chest.  It was odd to see him without his worn beanie, a beanie that was falling apart with each passing day.

You’d asked what he was.  He’d told you.  And then you’d laughed, asking what sort of pirate Luffy thought Ace was! 

“You should see Luffy’s outfit,” Ace said again. 

“Oh?”  You peeked around the doorframe of your room. 

“He’s mocked up this huge scar on his chest, and put on an opened tshirt, shorts, and he’s wearing his strawhat again, and called himself a pirate.”

“What kind of pirate is that?” you laughed. 

“Your friend Franky is apparently going as a cyborg pirate—sounded awesome on paper!”

You pulled on the last item for the grand costuming idea of Nami’s.  And felt horribly exposed.  If Nami hadn’t managed to convince you that Ace would love it, you doubted that you would have worn it.  You were just glad this was only for Luffy’s Halloween party.

Ace was resting his head on the back of the couch when you walked back in, the fluffy cape of your costume pulled tightly around you.  He spotted you in his upside down vision and turned to face you.

“So,” he said.  “What are you?”

“Well, it was Nami’s idea.”  The mere thought of what was under the cape had your blush raging across your skin. 

This seemed to pique his interest, and he vaulted over your couch to join you.  “Sweet, your blush is telling me things I’m not sure I want others to like.”

“The theme was a pirate in an undercover raid in the enemy’s lair.”

“This enemy must be quite devilish,” he joked, flicking your little black horns on your head. 

“Just a bit.”

He was distracting enough in his limited costume.  You’ll admit that while you were shy about what you were wearing, you always wanted to look good next to Ace.  You knew he didn’t care how you were.  He was always resting his head on yours, and just seemed to think you were cute (not that you could agree on the days when you were hardest on your appearance, and that which you could partly agree on the days when you did like your appearance).  But you just wanted to show others that maybe, you were a physical match to Ace too. 

“I’m intrigued now,” he said, standing back.  “Show me?”

You let out a breath and slowly released the cape, letting it fall at your side.

Ace whistled low.  “That’s some enemy lair.”

It was a very revealing costume.  Thankfully not as revealing as Robin’s or Nami’s.  But it still exposed a vast amount of your skin.  Your legs, your stomach, most of your chest.  You had on a very short black skirt, and a very small crop.  Essentially, the ultimate costume design had you, Nami, and Robin all looking like Satan’s daughters.  All good for a raid on Onigashima!  Or so Nami had explained.

“It was Nami’s idea, but I thought, you know, I’m always really kind of dorky next to you so I thought…”

He raised a brow, then he chuckled, bracing his hands on your waist.  “Who cares what others think?  I happen to think you’re an excellent physical match for me.”

You blushed at that, a small shiver passed through in anticipation.  He seemed to notice, backing you against the wall, bracing an arm above your head. 

Just as he was about to kiss you, however, it took everything in you to cover his mouth with your hands. 

“Uh-uh, I don’t want to waste another hour fixing my makeup.”

“We could skip?”

You feigned a gasp, these days feeling more bold around him, now that you knew he seemed to find your oddness more adorable and interesting than just plain weird.  “And not show our friends how well we match physically?”

He chuckled, more at how red your skin had gotten, at how much it had taken for you to stay still.  He pressed a kiss to your cheek instead, with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes that said, if you were willing, he would help you undress later.  Still new to this part of your relationship with him, you blushed furiously.

~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~

"Reader and Ace are ready for the Halloween party" flashback scene from my modern (sports - lacrosse) au fic, A Pair of Reds, over on AO3 (former Portgas D. Ace X reader pairing; Eustass Kid X reader endgame)

[wawamouse]

I thought I was on my way to writing the same number of Miguel/Chico fics as Ding Rong/Wang Zhi fics but I've actually written a surprising variety (for me) for Oz so far, and so miguelchico only accounts for 27/46 of my Oz fics (which includes several drabbles, of course) whereas rongzhi is 50/59 tsomd fic with i think maybe 1 drabble and 6/50 are another rarepair that i might be the only person on earth who truly likes

So the takeaway here is that if you thought I'd already milked this rarepair dry, think again! We haven't even entered the wilder AUs yet.... the transmigration.... the Island Prison!Oz AU.... I haven't even written MCD yet! There's been no marriages! No undercover!Miguel infiltrating El Norte! No 12 Monkeys AU! No Stepford Wives AU (yes this is also a bullet point on my "Fic Ideas" list.... no, I will not be taking questions at this time....)!

Not to mention the 10 miguelchico wips I already have started! 🥴 Basically, if history is anything to go by, I will be here chugging along long after everyone gets sick of my shit lol

(I have a Stanislofsky wip in the works rn too.... probably gonna be a short thing for HT100 as a breather, and also because I genuinely do want to write more oz fic with other characters too! sorta have a Torquemada/Morales AU in the back of my mind too—probably also going to be a short piece that I will try to match to a HT100 prompt, since idrk how to write either of them. But I feel like Morales doesn't get any love in the fandom and he's one of my favorite characters in the show tbh!

Also I've had a Said/Bismilla idea that I've had since last year when I was working on Holding Up the Sky (I know, that was forever ago) but need to do more development (bc... well... Bismilla) for that basically so I've been putting it off. Kinda wanna write Shirley/Diane still and Shannon/Gloria as well, and my sister's comments from last week's episode watch kinda made me want to write some sort of Ryan/Peter thing, but again... still gotta come up with more substantial fic ideas than simply the pairing and some vibes. Alas!

[browneyesandhair]

Incorrect Bridgerton Quotes Colin: You can continue to call me Skeletal Bloke, or you could just call me Colin. Penelope: Hi Colin, I want to bone you. Colin: That’s not bad!

Insp: SB

[radioactivepeasant]

Halloween Fic Special Preview!

(A little chunk of Jus Sanguinis for the week while I try to scrape together enough brain cells to finish the last major scenes)

The coastal city of Spargus had lived with the storms for generations, watching the once broad oases narrow and dwindle as the winds displaced topsoil at devastating rates. The sands had swallowed many of their warriors before the Spargans created The Crawler. The massive armored vehicle, replete with emergency supplies and enough armor to give even a metalpede pause, undoubtedly saved lives. But it was slow moving, and Wastelanders on foot often did not have enough time to get to the mobile shelter before the damage to their skin and lungs was beyond the power of an eco pack to heal. And being the only vehicle of its kind meant that if one part broke -- say, a blown head gasket -- the behemoth was stranded until a replacement could be located and driven to its location...after the storm had ended.

"Piece of crap-!" Jak aimed a vicious kick at the front end of the cab and slammed the door behind him.

"This never happens when Daxter is here."

"I don't know whether that is meant to compliment Daxter, or to insult me," his companion said dryly.

King Damas pulled his scarf further up over his mouth and nose and gestured grimly to the massive tank on the Crawler's back.

"The wind is picking up. We need to get inside."

Jak shook sand out of his goggles and dropped to the ground to join him.

"What about the rest of the raiding party?" he snapped, "We can't just leave them!"

Damas’s hand twitched -- the only visible indication that he had any opinions on Jak’s tone.

"Getting angry is counterproductive," he said sharply. "They are all experienced survivors. They will know their best bet is to make it to Broken Sandal Canyon."

You're tense, too! Jak wanted to shout.

But fighting with Damas, he had long since learned, was a very poor life choice. Besides, this man had all but pried him out of the jaws of death before he even knew what Jak was capable of, binding their lives together despite the doubts of his subjects. Jak knew he didn't deserve to be lashed out at. But he just couldn't help it!

Without Daxter he was on-edge. Unsettled.

It couldn't be helped: Daxter was very unwillingly resting at home with some variation of a local childhood disease. As it turned out, being born hundreds of years earlier did not make one immune to The Gripes. Jak, curiously, had yet to manifest the allegedly contagious disease, despite having been in close quarters with Daxter until leaving with the raiding party that morning. Perhaps it was his generally eco-saturated nature that made him resistant to some germs?

Speaking of eco, were you paying attention to your dark intake during the ambush?

Jak shoved the thought away and trudged through the worsening winds to the back of the Crawler.

His eco levels were a little high, sure, but nothing he couldn't handle. He'd gone days without exploding before.

Liar. You exploded every single day in Haven, or near enough to it.

At least the engine failure didn't prevent anything else in the Crawler from working. The closing of the back hatch left them both stranded in a little island of flickering overhead light, while the sounds of the storm faded to a muffled hiss. Damas lowered himself to one of the benches anchored against the wall and stretched his legs out, using the net of medical supplies hanging from the overhead rack as a kind of backrest. He seemed far more comfortable with the situation than Jak was. He watched Jak pace in front of the hatch, noting with some interest that Jak was far more on-edge than usual. He wasn't just frustrated, he was rattled.

"It's just a storm, kid."

Damas leaned back and closed his eyes.

"You've driven in them before."

"Yeah," Jak grunted, "with Daxter."

"Hm." The king raised his brows, but did not open his eyes. "You're not often apart, are you?"

"Not if I can help it," Jak answered shortly. "Not looking to repeat two years of involuntary separation."

The hiss of the sand against the hull rose for a moment in the quiet that followed Jak's words. Then, half to himself, Damas murmured, "Ah. The prison."

Jak's stomach turned a flip.

He still didn't know what had possessed him to confess to his erstwhile conservator why he could transform. What had been done to him in the pits of the Fortress. Damas had taken it well at the time -- no disgust, or condescension- or worse, pity. But the fear nagged at Jak regardless with each following day, whispering in the back of his mind that Damas was looking at him different now. That if Jak strayed too far out of line, his past might be held up in front of him in an attempt to make sense of his actions.

The second he told people something was wrong with him, it became their go-to explanation every time he did something they didn't like. Even Dax did it once in a while- though he at least made conscious efforts to be less careless with his words. Honestly, Jak was shocked Damas hadn't brought it up after his moment of defiance in the Arena.

Something smacked against the Crawler's armor -- likely a rock -- and Jak jumped and cursed. It was too quiet in the shelter. He didn't like the quiet, or the lack of windows showing him what was going on outside. It was like being in a storage crate, or a garage.

Or a cell.

Feeling an electric twinge of weirdwrongbad crawling along the nerves surrounding his scar tissue, Jak began to pace quicker. He focused on breathing as much as he could, and let his gaze sweep across the hold. Any detail that could set this place apart from the cells was noted and clung to.

"Settle, boy."

Damas still hadn't opened his eyes. He folded his arms across his chest and shifted his weight slightly.

"We'll need our strength once the storm has passed. Don't waste your energy on restless nerves."

"Easy for you to say!" Jak retorted.

Watch it, Jak. Eco's boiling up. Get it under control before you really start mouthing off.*

"We've both seen what a storm like this can do to a person. To a broken down vehicle. How are you so calm right now?!"

The older warrior's lips quirked up with a soft chuckle.

"I've been around, kid," he answered wryly, "I've waited out my share of storms in the Crawler. This is no larger or smaller than any other sandstorm I've faced before."

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love everyone in the notes of the River's room post talking about the Dr. No poster as vintage spank bank material 😂😭💀 im busy imagining spiders room as either serial killer bland or normal with a "handmedown" thirst poster from his sister of leo dicaprio in Titanic or fucking NSYNC

[definitelynotshouting]

Trick or Treat! 👻🍬

I wasnt planning on doing the trick or treat inbox thing but just for you, have a snippet of the upcoming hunger au chapter >:]

[allthistrashtalkmakemeitchin]

Werewolf!Kendall who happily pushes Siren!Ronnie around in her portable bathtub because she deserves to have fun like any other teenager who can walk on land. Kendall's tail wags as he talks about ice hockey because it's his favorite thing, and he gets to share it with someone else.

Ronnie who is afraid to sing because she doesn't want to put Kendall to sleep, but if he needs help sleeping, she won't think twice about it.

Franken!Carlos who has come so close to electrocuting himself and Ronnie on numerous occasions just because he's so hyped about seeing water. And Vampire!James, with the help of Zombie!Logan has tried to hold Kendall back because something in him snaps at the thought of Ronnie getting hurt.

Ronnie, who can shapeshift, and Kendall almost cried the first time because he thought she had disappeared. His friends never let him live it down.

Kendall goes to James for advice because he's overthinking. James suggests he just use his hypnosis powers, but Kendall doesn't have those.

Carlos and Logan chilling with Witch!Mama Knight because they're getting secondhand embarrassment from Kendall.

[qulizalfos]

THANK! YOU! TO! @booksandpaperss! for responding to that post because it reminded me to post that line (which became three because Context). because the second i said i would i completely fucking forgot. so elli this ones for u <3

(Why are you doing all of this? Why hurt Will again, after everything?) The answer is the same. (It’s what I’m best at).

uhhhh ok this isnt really that spoilery. teehee.

YES FEAR STREET AU POSTING IS BACK AGAIN! daily chapter releases start october 27th guys <33333333

[slowd1ving]

[INAMORATA] SNIPPET . *࿐ SUNDAY, MOZE, SOMEWHAT JIAOQIU??

for some additional context reader is an incubus and also joined a class on catching/apprehending monsters in the modern world as a joke, but now is doing a project on said monsters (cough, incubi) thus is in a really fucking awkward position rn anyways this will probably be the last snippet before I actually post the work so enjoyy

HONKAI STAR RAIL MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

“…edit it documentary style. It’s professional, organised, and will suit the Professor’s tastes.” Sunday’s mellifluous voice washes over you as you sit in the campus library with your classmates, desperately trying to look engaged. 

It does not work. 

Sunday’s fountain pen wavers in the air and turns on you, and your heart jolts and skips past a few beats—it looks far too close to a weapon for your liking, and you would not trust an angel with a dagger for the life of you. Or without the dagger. He does not inch it closer, but it’s rather an unconscious mirroring of his thinking that betrays that he’s about to scold you for falling asleep. You’re thankful for the table that separates the two of you, but you fear wood can only do so much to counter flames of divine punishment. 

But before he can lecture you, Moze beats him to it. And for the record, you don’t know how he ended up sitting right next to you, and you’d like to complain. 

Leaning across his chair, he gets unnecessarily close to talk to you, and it’s not like whatever he’s saying is important. 

“Do you have anything to add—” and here his leg ghosts up against yours, but you don’t flinch. At least, you don’t think you do. “—or did you not get enough sleep last night?”

His voice is low—enough that there’s an undercurrent of tension without him even trying. You choose not to reply directly to him; instead, you look at Sunday once more, and you swear you feel a spike of irritation from the angel. But, surely not, right?

Mulling your words over, you carefully select a sequence that won’t land you a one-way ticket back to hell. There’s a certain trick to this, you see—and that’s crossing your fingers and thinking of an escape plan in the event you fail, or the shameless cowardly demon approach. It may not land you a spot among the Lieutenants, but it sure is better than being skewered by some angel. 

Especially one named Sunday. You disguise your grimace. 

“Uhh,” you wrack your brains, before settling on the first thing your mind falls upon—yesterday night, all cozied up with Jiaoqiu. Fuck. “A horror movie.”

You can feel Moze’s stare burn into dermis, sizzle a bit, then singe your very bones.

“That’s an— unconventional idea,” Sunday coughs, and you remind yourself that angels are way meaner than you’d expect. 

“If you think it’s ill-founded, then I would like to remind you our professor’s maturity doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll enjoy an orthodox style,” you argue, suddenly remembering that angels are also ill-suited for debates and ‘gotchas’, and also that incubi can honey their tongue to saccharine degree.

Fuck. You’ve really spent too much time in the human realm. 

Before Sunday can get a word in, you keep talking, desperate to look enthusiastic to discuss incubi and possibly give yourself away. “If it’s being entered into the Film Festival, a mockumentary or a horror film could be both informative and entertaining. Or even a silent film.”

“It’s succubi and incubi,” Moze mutters. “If there were more people I’d bet there’d be one group submitting porn.”

You stifle a cough, but you don’t think you did it well. 

“What, with Hopkins as the intended audience?” you glance at him, and see the traces of laughter on his mouth, and suddenly your own feels somewhat dry. Just a little. 

“Yeah, imagine,” he matches your airy tone—and the proximity forces your heart to lapse. Just a little. 

Sunday’s glare bores into both of you. “Can the two of you take this seriously? We are absolutely not doing that.”

If you ever forgot he was an angel, this is a poignant reminder. Should you squint, you think you can see a faint halo around his head, but that could also honestly just be the library light causing the incandescence. 

“Yes, which is why we should do horror or a mockumentary,” you interrupt. This is the only fight you’d ever attempt with an angel, and boy do you deserve a medal for it like the humans do. “The topic isn’t particularly… uh… safe for work, so horror would convey the right message that we investigate in each class, while still having space for detail. Think something like found footage horror films or something.”

“You raise a good point,” Sunday deliberates—if there was anything good to say about angels, it would be that they are gracious with their concessions. Some concessions. “Fine.”

Fine. 

Fine.

Fine. 

With glee, you save the moment to brag about when you next visit downstairs. I got an angel to agree with me. 

But simultaneously, you compose your face, knowing the next item on the agenda will inevitably be the very topic of the proposal. 

Suddenly, you no longer feel the glee of just a minute ago. 

Oh shit. 

[victorluvsalice]

New for October 2024:

Victor: [coming into the kitchen to see Smiler eating a rather massive bowl of cereal] What's that?

Smiler: Monster Mash Remix! It's every General Mills monster cereal in one box!

Victor: [blinking] They actually make that?

Smiler: Yeah, and you should be glad, because otherwise I was going to spend a lot more money buying them all to pour into one bowl.

--

Smiler: [wandering around a store with Victor and Alice, sees a s'mores costume set -- grabs it and runs over to them, grinning] Hey!

Alice: Mmm? [turns around and sees what they're holding] Oh!

Victor: [laughs] That would be a good way to do matching costumes...

Alice: It would -- though I do have to note that s'mores are generally made with two graham crackers. This should really be a foursome costume set.

Smiler: I could buy two and we could see if Victoria and Emily want to be another piece of chocolate and graham cracker.

Victor: ...wouldn't asking my two ex-girlfriends to do matching costumes with us be a little -- awkward?

Smiler: One, I think they'd think it would be funny, and two, if they ever want to share you again, I'm game.

Victor: [blinks rapidly] I -- what?

Alice: Perhaps that's a conversation best saved for when we're not in the middle of a busy store...

Valicer Not-Incorrect Quotes, Halloween Editon

[Context: Alice auditioned for a scare house and was hired on the spot to replace someone who'd quit suddenly; as a result, she was only able to send a quick text to Victor and Smiler saying she got the job and would tell them about it later]

Alice: [jumps out of a corner in the scare house, covered in fake blood and waving a knife] ARRRGH!

Pair Of Sisters: [scream and run on to the next performer]

Alice: [hides again and jumps out at the next passersby] ARRRGH!

Frat Bro: [screams surprisingly high-pitched and flees]

Alice: [hides again and jumps out at the next couple] ARRRGH!

Victor & Smiler, out on a date: [yelp -- then stop dead as they recognize Alice]

Alice: [also freezes as she recognizes them] ...

Victor: So this is where you were hired!

Smiler: [grins and waves] Hi bestie!

Alice: [trying not to laugh] Don't call me that, I'm trying to murder you.

--

Smiler: [entering the house fresh off a shift at Sunny Brews] Hey, I'm home!

Victor: [getting off the couch to greet them] Welcome back! I hope you had a --

Victor: [pauses, then leans in and sniffs Smiler] Goodness, you smell -- really good.

Alice: [getting up as well] They what? [goes in for a sniff too] Huh. You do smell good. Very -- fall?

Smiler: Yeah, that'll be the fifty million pumpkin spice lattes I made today.

--

Victoria: [showing the trio and Emily a new treat recipe she wanted to try out] And now you pipe your meringue on top of the cookie base in a swirl, like so.

Smiler: [looking at the resultant swirl with a raised eyebrow]

Victor: [guessing at what they're thinking] No.

Alice: [also guessing] Besides, it's white.

Smiler: ...that just sent my mind off in a different direction.

Victor: NO.

--

[Context: Victor, Alice, and Smiler are watching The Nightmare Before Christmas with Smiler's other coaster friends]

Thirteen: [glancing over at Victor and jerking her head toward the TV and Halloweentown] So, is that what your hometown looks like?

Victor: Har har. I'll have you know it's not nearly that colorful.

Rita: So more like the town in Frankenweenie, gotcha.

Oblivion: Does Jack come to your family reunions?

Victor: Come on, I don't look that much like a Tim Burton character.

Alice: You really do.

Smiler: You're one oddball corpse-revival away from starring in one of his movies.

Victor: [fake pouts] You're all mean.

Smiler: [winks] And we already know you like spirals.

Victor: [deep blush] Can we go back to watching the movie?

--

Alice: [sidles up to Victor drawing something and leans over him, grinning and showing off fake vampire fangs] Hi darling.

Victor: [glances up at her with a smile -- then does a double take when he notices the teeth] Oh! Ah, hello.

Alice: [still grinning, running a finger along Victor's neck] Like them? I got them just for you.

Victor: [visibly swallows] Ah -- they're -- they're very nice.

Smiler: [abruptly appears at the door in a lab coat and yellow spiral-pattern goggles, lounging against the frame in a way that's meant to be sexy] I understand someone in here needs some serious brainwashing?

Victor & Alice:

Victor: [snorts and turns away to try and hide his laughter]

Alice: [shakes her head, snickering] Way to kill the mood.

Smiler: This is the sexiest outfit in the world and you know it.

--

[after hours at the scare house]

Coworker: Hey, Alice? I saw you kissing some guy behind the attraction on our break --

Alice: Oh, that was my boyfriend, I wasn't making out with a random guest.

Coworker: [fidgeting] Yeah, but -- I saw him come in with some other guy, and kiss him too.

Alice: Oh, that was my boyfriend's themfriend.

Coworker: ???

Alice: We're complicated.

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Your Brother's Family/Family Dissonance AU Masterlist

Just a fic concept at the moment. Platonic Batfam X Reader where you are Tim's older sibling. Check out the main tag "family dissonance au" for all asks about the AU as some things aren't linked here! Fanart is tagged under "fd fanart".

Summary: Five times the Bats are not your family and one time they are.

Let me know if you guys want to be tagged in longer ask snippets or only if I end up writing the main fic!

Taglist: @dragondevinity, @lonely-star2044, @sheep-from-rad, @ilxandra, @thethingwiththefeathers, @star-wars-lycanwing-bat, @sackofsadstuff, @zonked-times, @paastaboi, @venfia, @fantasy-angelo, @linaisadream, @shirp-collector-of-fixations, @roseapov, @alittletiredcry, @yuuvis32 , @rory1939

Main Concept Outline

MC & Jason Feelings

Would Kon know if MC and Tim switched?

Yandere AU

Other AUs finding out about MC (Yandere)

MC as Robin

Wayne Enterprises Intern AU

MC & Dating

MC getting dropped into an AU as Robin

FD MC catching Eldritch MC eating the Joker

MC’s relationship with Talia and Damian, MC and Damian cont.

Some villain’s opinion on MC

Feelings if MC died

MC in an AU not as Robin, What goes on in MC’s universe while they’re away, MC in an AU during Titan’ Tower (a bit yandere)

MC during the holidays

MC x random citizen

MC and Tim's relationship

If MC got amnesia

How MC ended up filling in as Nightwing, as Nightwing

MC and MTF MC looking at thirst tweets

Bernard calling MC hot

MC getting Bruce to sleep

How easily does the Batfam recognize when MC and Tim swap?

Early Adoption AU

Clark Kent and MC

Bruce & MC at the hospital

On being called family

MC's relationship with Cass

If MC and the Batfam ended up in an AU

Tim at Galas

MC's relationship with Dick

Has Bruce apologized to MC for the early Tim Robin days?

Tim & MC Halloween

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Roommates [Diluc/Reader + Kaeya/Reader College AU]

Diluc and the Reader are roommates with an open third bedroom, and when the rental company assigns them a third roommate that happens to be Kaeya--Diluc's childhood ex-best friend--a series of drama ensues. And as the reader puts herself in the middle, attempting to help mend the rift in their relationship, her relationship with the two men progresses in turn. (But who ever said progress was linear?)

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Friends with Benefits, Poly Endgame, f!reader

Words: ~185k (34 chapters - complete)

Note: Obviously, posting 34 chapters/185k words to tumblr would be...a lot. But, I adore this fic, so I'm going to post some of my favorite snippets below to ✨entice✨ you. Read the whole fic on AO3

Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings

You’re just finishing up your break when you feel your phone begin to buzz in your pocket. The only reason you answer is because the caller ID tells you it’s Diluc.

“Hey, I’m at work and my break is ending, what’s—”

“Homicide has never seemed so tempting.”

You pause, staring at your phone with a great amount of concern. Pulling it away from your ear, you check the time.

“Um…my shift will be over in an hour. Can you…wait to commit manslaughter until I get home? Does this have to do with our new roommate?”

Diluc scoffs, and you can hear him pacing around his room.

“Yeah, the bastard is moving his stuff in right now.”

You wince. “Bad first impression?”

“Far from the first,” Diluc responds, making you even more confused. “But the impression is still bad.”

You sigh, ducking farther into the kitchen where your manager won’t be able to see you. The last thing you want is to get caught taking a phone call at work, but dropping the call seems like a bad idea. You’re not sure you’ve ever heard Diluc this upset before.

“Do you…wanna explain what’s going on? Why are you so mad?”

There’s a long, frustrated exhale. Diluc remains quiet for a moment, then—

“A while ago I mentioned that I had a best friend in childhood, but we had a falling out, yes?”

“Yeah. I think his name was…Kaeya, right?”

“Well…,” Diluc moves to his closed bedroom door and opens it a sliver. He can see across the living room and down the short hall at the other end of the apartment. Boxes litter the hallway, and he can hear Kaeya moving things around the previously vacant room. The one directly across from yours.

“He’s our new roommate?” you guess, noting his silence. There’s an affirmative grunt. You feel your heart drop—sympathetic for Diluc.

“I mean…if you can’t stand the guy, we could always talk to the apartment management. Obviously I don’t want you to have to live with someone who will only bring you stress…”

Diluc makes a sound, like he doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t want to let this whole thing get to him as badly as it is, but…it’s Kaeya. And he’s their new roommate. Diluc has to live with him. And the school year doesn’t end…FOR 8 MONTHS.

“Diluc?” you ask, worried at his lack of response. A moment later you hear the jingle of his keys, and the sound of a door being opened.

“I need a drink,” he says, and if you weren’t worried before, then you certainly are now.

Chapter 3: Budding Relationships

“Do you think,” Kaeya starts a few days later, settling down on the couch beside you. “Diluc would be alright if I stopped by Angel’s Share on Halloween? I hear that they have quite the reputation for their holiday festivities, and I know a few people who are going to be there.”

You silently consider his question, watching as he steals the other half of your blanket, and throws it over his lap. You debate shoving your cold toes beneath his butt, but decide against it.

“As long as you’re a paying customer, I doubt he will care,” you say honestly. “He takes his job seriously, and on a busy night like Halloween, I don’t think he’ll pay you much mind. You know, so long as you don’t cause any trouble.”

Kaeya hums, posing a hand beneath his chin.

“What counts as “trouble”?”

You flash him an unimpressed stare. He smiles innocently.

“Trouble like…flirting with people and making them uncomfortable, starting a fight, or breaking glasses, plates, yourself, or others.”

Kaeya is silent for a moment.

“…I think I can manage that. After all, most people only crave more once I start flirting with them.”

You roll your eyes at his comment, gently kicking against his thigh. Kaeya laughs, grinning at you.

“What? I’m not lying.”

“You are such an egotist,” you huff. You grip onto the blanket, preparing to pull it off of him as punishment, but he stops you from doing so. His hand finds your ankle though the soft fabric of the blanket, and he holds you tightly, stopping you, or the blanket, from going anywhere.

“I like to think I’m simply confident,” he says, holding your gaze. His cerulean eyes are unwavering, and he gives your ankle a squeeze. Your cheeks warm in response to the action, as you realize that this is the first time you and Kaeya have been so close.

It doesn’t feel strange, and you don’t dislike it either, but…you’re certainly caught off guard.

“Would you run if I approached, Y/N?”

He grins, expectant of your response. He’s trying to tease you, you realize, and you refuse to let him get away with it so easily.

“Maybe if I didn’t know you, I’d stay,” you say, tugging your foot from his grasp with a pleased smile. His hand had gone slack at your comment—your words taking a second to fully soak into his brain. A sound of disbelief bubbles from his throat.

“Wait, so you’re saying you’d run because you know me?”

The shit eating grin you attempt to hide behind the blanket is telling enough. He grabs the pillow beside him and tosses it at you. It smacks you between the eyes before tumbling over your head, and the sound of distress you make causes him to laugh.

“You’re such a little brat.”

Chapter 7: Fight and Flight

“You can’t blame me for everything, Diluc. I didn’t kill Crepus. I made bad decisions, I acted in ways that I shouldn’t have, because I was lost, and confused, and trying to deny the reality I lived in, but…I’m not the catalyst to all your problems. Just because we fought doesn’t give you the right to make me a scapegoat for the rest of our li—”

“Is this your attempt at an apology?” Diluc interrupts him, voice carefully measured. His hand drops from Kaeya’s shirt, his gaze mindlessly boring into the space between them as his fist clenches at his side.

“If so, it’s shit.”

He’s nearly shaking—struggling to contain the barrage of emotions that assault him.

“Listen, I’m sorry,” Kaeya says, sincere, but the words only make Diluc’s chest sting.

In the past, Diluc had imagined that when Kaeya finally said those words to him—if he ever did—he’d finally feel peace. He’d attain closure. He would stop feeling hate, and sorrow at any thought of his father.

But the words don’t heal his wound.

Because Kaeya isn’t the cause of his suffering.

He’s known this for a while, now, but the reality of it is a pill that he can’t swallow. After all, if the blame doesn’t lie on Kaeya, then that means their severed ties are Diluc’s fault. If he hadn’t acted so rashly after their fight in the manor—if he had listened to Adeline—had actually allowed himself to properly grieve, to sit back and breathe, and process everything—it’s very likely that they would still be friends.

In the end, it’s Diluc who chose not to return to school. It’s Diluc who deleted Kaeya’s number from his contacts, and forbade the house staff from inviting Kaeya to Crepus’ funeral. It’s Diluc who stands here now, refusing to look at Kaeya because he knows he’s spent years directing his spite at the other, spinning his everlasting grief into anger that is, undoubtedly, directed at the wrong person.

There’s no one to blame for the death of his father. (Whichever god made it downpour that fateful day, perhaps—sending Crepus’ car skidding, and flipping across wet pavement until the car frame crumpled, and pinned his father inside.)

But there is someone to blame for the situation the two of them find themselves in now, and it’s Diluc.

Finally, Diluc forces the pill down his own throat.

Instantly, the anger inside of him is extinguished—replaced with a guilt so heavy that he feels like he may puke.

“—the timing was fucked, we shouldn’t have fought but—,” Kaeya grabs him by his shirt, and Diluc realizes that Kaeya has been talking this whole time. He hasn’t heard a word of it.

“—you can’t keep—,” it’s then that Diluc finally looks up at Kaeya, and immediately, Kaeya’s words die on his tongue. Diluc has never looked so broken—unshed tears resting on his lower lashes, his throat tight, and chest shaking beneath Kaeya’s grasp as he struggles to breathe.

He’s panicking under the weight of his sins—his hard exterior torn away—and Kaeya can see it all.

Chapter 9: Final Hurdle

You’d been so caught up with studying this afternoon that you’d forgotten to buy a proper lunch on campus—instead snacking on granola bar from a vending machine just before your afternoon final. And considering you’d been too concerned with cramming in more studying when you’d arrived home, it’d completely slipped your mind to eat dinner…

 It’s no wonder you feel like shit.

Pulling your door open, you fumble your way into the dark kitchen—too tired to even attempt finding the light switch on the wall. Right now, your only concern is getting some more water and some food, and you’re pretty sure you can manage such a small feat without any light.

…at least, on a normal day you could. Tonight, however, you’re feeling pretty out of it, so when you take one step too close to the sink—your knee knocking into the cupboard beneath the basin—your legs immediately give out beneath you.

Instinctively, you grapple for the counter. One of your hands manages to get a grip, but your strength fails you, and you go falling to your knees. The weight of your body hitting the floor successfully rattles the empty beer bottles Kaeya has lined up near the fridge, and one of them tips over—rolling off the counter.

It hits the ground with a loud clatter, but thankfully doesn’t splinter into a million pieces.

…unlike your sanity.

Tired, and hungry, and frustrated with yourself, you simply lean your head forward, your forehead knocking against the cupboard as you sit there, trying to piece yourself back together. Your head goes blank for a second—your sleep-riddled mind begging you to just get some rest already—and unconsciously, you pick up on the creak of a door opening nearby.

“Y/N?”

It takes you a moment to register the sound of Diluc’s voice, and the thud of his bare feet hurriedly padding across the wooden floor. A hand lands on your shoulder, and when warm fingers skim against your face—cupping your cheek, and turning your head to the side—you finally manage to open your eyes.

The amount of concern painted across Diluc’s face makes your heart crack, and finally, the stress that you’ve been attempting to play off overwhelms you.

Tears blot your eyes.

“What happened?” he asks, his gaze scanning over your crumpled form for a sign of any injuries. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just—,” your voice catches in your throat, fisted hand lifting to wipe at your cheeks as tears topple past your bottom lashes. “—I’m sick of finals. I wanna pass, but it feels like it’s hopeless, and I’m tired.”

Diluc frowns, his thumb swiping across your dampened skin.

“Hey, it’s okay—you’ll be fine.”

“But—”

“You’ve just been pushing yourself too hard,” he tells you, sitting himself on the floor beside you. He shifts his hand to cradle the back of your head, his other arm hugging around your waist, and in one smooth motion, you find yourself cradled against his chest.

Seeking comfort, you immediately wrap your arms around him, hiding your face against his collarbone. Your torso shakes as you try, and fail, to stop yourself from crying.

Chapter 13: Snow-Covered Memories

“I saw his portrait,” you quietly respond, motioning your head towards the frame on the wall. “It was the first time I’ve seen a picture of him, but I connected the dots since the resemblance is uncanny.”

Diluc breathes a laugh at that, stroking his fingers against his chin. 

“Should I grow a goatee?”

“You’d look handsome regardless,” you tell him without thinking, flashing him a smile. A small look of surprise flashes in Diluc’s eyes, but it passes quickly, and he thanks you while moving to set Crepus’ journal back in its appropriate spot on the desk.

“There were some notes about you and Kaeya in there. It’s clear he was fond of you both.”

“He’d probably be a little disappointed knowing what all happened between us after he died,” Diluc responds, sighing to himself. Immediately, you reach over and grab his hand. You give it a firm squeeze, catching his gaze.

“I think he’d be proud that you and Kaeya were able to talk and reconcile. I can’t imagine him being anything but proud of you, Diluc. He…I mean, he’s your father. He loved you, and always will. Unconditionally.”

Diluc is still, for a moment, words escaping him. Then, you feel a tug on your hand, and suddenly your face is against Diluc’s chest—his arms wrapping tightly around you. You can smell the earthy scent of his cologne, and when you adjust the angle of your head so your cheek is flush against his sweater instead of your nose, you swear you can hear the thumping of his heart.

Despite being caught off guard by his sudden show of affection, you immediately accept it—hugging him in return. You’re trying to figure out what silly comment you should say to abate your own nerves when Diluc finally speaks up.

“I love you,” he says.

Your heart leaps violently, and for a moment, you swear the earth stops spinning.

He…

Your fingers grip his sweater a little tighter, and you feel blood rushing to your face.

He’s never said that before. 

Why is he saying it now? What is he thinking? Has something changed? He’s typically not so affectionate, and he sounds so genuine. Does that mean that maybe he—

“I love you too,” you respond, your voice nearly a whisper. The words come out before you even realize that you’re speaking—a little part of your brain forcing them out of you, knowing that if you wait too long to say it back, it will make your words seem insincere. As if you’re only saying them back because he’d said them first. But god, that would be the farthest thing from the truth, because you adore him so wholly. Just being here, hugging him like this, feeling his warmth beneath your fingertips—makes you ache with affection.

Chapter 16: A Bard's Wisdom

“I can feel you staring, princess. Something on your mind?”

Ah, shit. 

You feel blood rush into your face. Right, you’ve been looking at him this whole time…

Taking a deep breath, you attempt to remain cool despite being caught. As much as you want to leave it be, you don’t think you’ll be satisfied if you do. You need Kaeya to clarify.

“Do you remember New Year’s Eve?” you ask, your eyes still following Kaeya as he moves over to snag a bag of chips from atop the fridge—finished PB&J sandwich in his grasp.

“Mhmm, how could I forget?”

Right, you’d had a breakdown…

“Well…I remembered that you offered to be a distraction for me, and—,” you feel a jolt of nervousness, but you push through it, “…I guess I was just wondering…what kind of distraction were you talking about?”

Kaeya doesn’t even hesitate with his answer.

“Whatever kind of distraction you want it to be.”

He’s not even looking at you as he says it—too busy frowning at his chip options. Not finding anything he wants, he huffs and grabs a can of soda from the fridge instead. 

Still standing in the same spot you’ve been since walking in, it takes your mind a second to catch up to what he’s said.

When it finally sinks in, you can’t help but scowl.

“That doesn’t really answer my question.”

“I believe it does,” Kaeya responds coolly. With his lunch finally put together, he moves to sit at the kitchen table. He’s just about to take a bite of his sandwich when you speak up again.

“No, it really doesn’t. A “distraction” could be taken in so many ways. I just want to make sure I’m not misinterpreting what you’re saying—”

“You wouldn’t be able to do that, because there's no chance to misinterpret the meaning when anything is on the table,” he cuts you off, his gaze finally finding yours. He looks calm—like an open book, with nothing to hide—and it catches you off guard, seeing him so serious for once. You suppose you’re grateful he’s not teasing you when you’ve gathered all your courage to ask him but…this side of him is a little off putting. Because if he says that, then that means…

“Anything…?”

Kaeya, who has somehow managed to eat a majority of his sandwich in the few seconds you’ve been quiet (how do guys eat so fast? ) takes his final few bites and swig of soda before answering.

“I offered to be a distraction, and I’m leaving it up to you to decide what kind of distraction you’d want me to be,” he says. Pushing up from his chair, he tosses his plate in the trash, and then steps closer to you. You almost want to run, when his eye catches yours once more. 

“But if you need me to spell it out, then yes—fucking could also count as a distraction.”

Chapter 17: The Distraction

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Let's just say the E rating starts from this chapter (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧₊˚⊹♡

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