#normal!au

[awweshuucks]

Normal! Michael Myers’s being so used to Annie and Lynda’s presence since they were really young that they’re basically younger sisters to him, being the only people other than Laurie and Judith that he can communicate with, albeit only one word answers 🥹🥹🥹

[kmclaude]

*bursting into your inbox, breathing heavily and sweating as if I’ve Forrest-Gumped my way here*

CLAUDE!!

Claude…

claude….. hear me out!

Hear me out… Tiefer/Jehan —iirc you called it “normal!AU”— where everything is consensual fantasy (how would this even be categorized? Does it being kinky fantasy technically just make it Vanilla!AU?)

ANYWAY ANYWAY—-

Vanilla!AU where Jehan actively dislikes inflicting pain onto Tiefer, so as a way to flip it on him, if Jehan breaks rules he has to hurt Tiefer instead of Tiefer hurting him! Imagine how squeamish! How uncomfortable! Tief obviously loves it bc he’s a pain slut, but to see how much Jehan HATES it?? Even better.

Oh NOOOOOO I love this idea thank you @hauntedhoneymoonmotel oh my god the decadence and oops my hand sLIPPED

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"Cut me."

Tiefer has a knife in one hand, handle facing Jehan, blade facing himself, while his other is outstretched, sleeve rolled up. His forearms are covered in faded scars, none of them from Jehan. Yet.

"Emi--"

"You knew what would happen."

"You cannot be serious--"

"Boy, did you think I was joking?"

Jehan takes the knife from him with a huff that sounds like "no sir". Tiefer had told him next time he fucked up the punishment would hurt himself more than it hurt him.

Jehan doesn't look him in the eyes. The handle feels too heavy and awkward in his grip. He takes longer than he knows Tiefer likes waiting to take him by the wrist, even longer to bring the knife to his skin. He doesn't press the blade down. The faster he does it the faster his punishment is over--he knows this and also knows he risks upsetting Tiefer by making him wait, yet...

"What if I fuck up?"

Tiefer's hand finds the back of Jehan's neck, cupping around it and pressing, a gentle weight, his nails lightly scraping his skin. "Go across. It'll be fine."

Jehan does as he's told, slowly, hands shaking slightly as all the blood in his body feels as if it's pounding in his ears. What if he hurt him? What if he killed him? Was he doing it wrong? He did, didn't he--he did it wrong and now Tiefer was hurt and now Tiefer was going to die and and and--

"Good boy. There you go."

There's blood trickling down his forearms and dripping on the cracked kitchen tiles and Jehan thinks for a brief instant he might faint but Tiefer is stroking the back of his neck and telling him he can hand him the knife back, now, and, "see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Jehan looks him in the eyes. He shakes his head. The knife is wiped on an old rag and put on the kitchen table beside him. The blood is still dripping onto the tile.

"Kiss it better?" It's an order hidden under the soft sigh.

He does, immediately, pressing his lips against Tiefer's cut forearm, grimacing at the taste of blood.

"Ah-ah. With your tongue. Since you want to lick a fucking gash so badly..."

"But..." It will sting.

Which was the point: to hurt him.

[cementarybf]

Thinking about normal! Creepypasta au again

SIGHHH I love the emo nurse nina and her nerdy doctor boyfriend EJ.

They trained together in school me thinks..

He definitely is on the more reserved side and everyone else in the office assumes he's just single since he's a bit awkward but he's very friendly he just sucks at actually properly communicating. Originally nina kinda hated him from how rude she thought he was before getting to know him, but now she just loves how he'll listen to her drone on and pay attention to her :)) they are everything to me

[cam-cat-writer]

Klancetober/Fictober Continued

Day 21(a lot later on here than on AO3 but hey here it is anyway)

Here on AO3 or under the cut!

      Keith swung the door to his and Lance's apartment open and was greeted with a mound of cushions, blankets, and pillows piled on top of a mattress in the middle of their living room. He chuckled, turning around to shut and lock the door behind him. "Lance?" He called, setting his messenger bag on the table and draping his coat over the kitchen chair. "Lance, what have you been up do?"

      Lance appeared in the doorway, his arms filled with blankets and several small boxes. Keith raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. Lance added his load to the pile before throwing his arms around Keith. "Welcome home! How was your test earlier?" Lance pressed a quick kiss to Keith's temple and gave him another squeeze before moving around the pile to start sorting the blankets, pillows, and cushions into separate piles.

      Keith sighed and sat down on the floor next to a mound of blankets, allowing himself to relax onto them. "Not too bad, but... it could've been better, you know? I only need to have an 84 on it though, so I'm not too worried about it. Just... I'm kind of drained, I guess." He leaned back and closed his eyes. "You still haven't told me what you're up to, Lance."

      Lance flopped onto the blankets next to him, a bright smile settled on his face. "We're going to build a blanket fort. And I dug out the Christmas lights because I know you love them and they'll be way prettier than flashlights for inside. Sound good?"

      Keith turned to face him, opening his eyes. "Have I told you how much I love you recently?" A fond smile crossed his face. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Lance and tugged him closer to his chest, feeling the heat radiating off of his boyfriend and the steady, calming thrum of his heartbeat.

      Lance snuggled close to Keith and laid his forehead on his chest. "Hmm, I don't know, maybe you could remind me?"

      Keith laughed, a little breathless. He tilted his head down to kiss the top of Lance's head gently. "I love you." He buried his nose in Lance's hair and continued murmuring quietly. "I love getting to come home to you and our tiny apartment every day. I love getting to wake up next to you in the morning." He shifted onto his back and Lance curled up on his side, tanned cheeks growing pink and a soft smile on his face. Keith kept talking, running his hands through Lance's hair. "I love listening to you talk about your day, and I love how you listen to me talk about mine. I love how you always seem to know when it's been a rough day and you always seem to know how to help." He lifted himself up to see Lance more clearly. He shook his head in disbelief, though he was still smiling. "I keep wondering when I'm going to wake up."

      Lance broke out into a smile. "You're not waking up, Keith, I'm here to stay." He leaned in and kissed him gently. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against Keith's. "I love you, Keith."

      They didn't get around to building that blanket fort until much, much later.

[marbleaide]

I really like the mundane batfamily AU. Maybe something fluffy with Alfred and Bruce?

He doesn’t need to babysit anymore. All of the children are grown now.

Damian just started his last year of high school, groaning as he walked down the driveway to catch the bus as his car keys have been taken away for two weeks after missing curfew three nights in a row.

Tim is moving in with Conner, finally, after months of rolling around on the question. He’s had half his apartment packed up for weeks now still trying to decide if it was the right choice. Still, he said yes and still he has never been happier to share a bed.

Cassandra is finishing up her Masters and after, tickets have been bought for a long, long, needed vacation. Steph waits with baited breath picking out both their bathing suits for the beaches, all sunglasses and hats already picked out.

Jason is doing better. He calls Bruce again, not regularly but enough that there is no worry. Enough that the unsaid words are heard. Enough that they know they’ll all be together for Christmas this year for the first time in a very long while.

Dick is expecting his first child in three months. A girl that was meant as a surprise, but Dick could not deal with the suspense for long and had to know. They’re going through names still, painting the nursery a lavender purple with stars and planets in a bright, pastel, universe.

Alfred has watched them all grown, all change and expand and become their own people in their own ways, finding their own path. He is proud to have watched them and proud to know they don’t need him as much anymore.

“You didn’t have to invite me, you know.” Alfred says with a smile, watching from the dining room window as Damian steps heavy footed onto the bus that stopped for him.

“Nonesense, this meant a lot to you.” Bruce says, words just loud enough that Alfred can hear it with his fading hearing. “You raised them.”

That makes Alfred laugh. “I watched them. You raised them.” He picks up the mug in his hands, the weight of it making them tremble. “And you did a fine job, might I add.” He watches the bus pull away, still keeping his eyes out the window. The weather is still bright and warm, summer holding on for as long as possible this year.

“I could never have done it without you, and you know that.” Bruce sits down at the table across from him, sipping at his own mug. He has coffee in his, but even though Alfred doesn’t come around as much in the past few years, he still keeps a stash of the tea Alfred enjoys most, still knows how he prefers to take it. “Five children in the house at once. You were a second father to them all.”

Alfred doesn’t argue, though in his mind this is a gross overstatement. He was with them on week nights when Bruce got caught up at work. When he was running late for dinner, when he had early morning flights to catch and needed to make sure all his children went off to school instead of sleeping through, or on weekends when the occasional dinner date would pop up to indicate Bruce’s love life hadn’t died off quite yet.

He did not see many of their first school days, very few lost teeth or first words. He did not teach them how to ride bikes or help them pick out outfits for dances or anything a real father does.

But, even so, he always helped Jason make dinner. Always put Tim to bed on time even if he knew he’d still be up for hours. Knew what book to read for Damian every night and would pick any of them up from school after sports or clubs. He knew all their favorite colors, favorite ice creams, and exactly what to do when any collection of them started to bicker. He still saw them grow up and now, with Alfred far beyond his younger years and not sure how many more he would be graced with, all of that was enough for him.

“Thank you,” Alfred says, feeling like there was too much emotion stuck in his throat. “For everything you’ve done.” He smiles, turning to Bruce who has a few extra wrinkles of his own– worry lines in his brow and smile lines at each corner of his mouth, etched forever from time– and the light silvering of hair at his temples.

Bruce gives him a warm smile back, reaching across to hold Alfred’s hand in his, feeling the age in his thin fingers and wrist. “You’ll come to dinner this year for Thanksgiving I hope?”

“Of course,” Alfred lets out a soft laugh, covering Bruce’s hand with his other, squeezing. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

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Normal!AU Masterlist (6)

a request for the violinist by crashing_into_the_sun

Simon is awoken by a mysterious unknown violinist, and he decides to put in a request.

Fools by TooMuchPassion (tw)

Simon wasn't supposed to fall for Baz but he did.

Laser Tag by lifegoeson-wecarryon

Everyone is playing a fun game of Laser Tag, but Simon has a trick up his sleeve.

Oranges by snowbazilisk

in which i reread a jandy nelson masterpiece and snowbaz it up (a supermarket au with no angst bec homework hurts enough)If a boy gives a girl an orange, her love for him will multiply. - I’ll Give You were The Sun and i was crashing into you by Jandy Nelson

Shut Up and Dance by bazypitchandsimonsnow

Baz sees a beautiful man at the club. Deep in his eyes, he thinks he can see a future.Based on “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon.

Sunshine Boy by WallflowerPhenomenon

The bookstore is what Baz has made it, and that is his own little bubble of time where he can get away from confusing emotions and problems and people. The bookstore is for him. And for books. And admittedly, for Penny, because she comes with it.

The Blind Date by foreverfixation

Simon gets stood up for a blind date, and Baz steps in.

Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch and the Duke of Edinburgh's expedition. by imzadinot

Snow was currently protesting that they weren’t lost, not really, and that they hadn’t been going in completely the opposite direction to their campsite. Not that anyone was buying it.

violin lessons by fangirln-blog

simon needs violin lessons.

water bottle boy by juiceboxjellyfish

"My water bottle wouldn't open so I threw it and it hit you" AU

[wematch]

Meet me in London

Simon meets Baz online and they become best friends.

Based on the prompt: Baz and Simon meet online and become internet friends and skype everyday and end up in love

As always a very big thank you to @eroticgropefest for being an amazing beta!

I met Baz three years ago on tumblr. One day I saw an edit of his on my dash and I went to check his blog. The guy made black and white aesthetics that looked awesome in a dark sort of way. So I started to follow him. After he reblogged a video of a guy playing violin, I decided to send him a message.

Dragonwings61: for a disturbed guy, you really have an interesting choice in music

Disturbed-pitch: So because I’m disturbed you feel like I’m not allowed to like classical music?

Dragonwings61: Shit sorry didn’t mean it like that.

Dragonwings61: What I meant to say was

Dragonwings61: I’ve never really heard classic music before but I really liked the song :)

Disturbed-pitch: It’s one of my favourites, you should try to listen to more :)

It started there and we haven’t stopped talking since. We became so close that last year I really wanted to see what he looked like. He’d become my best friend and I wanted to see his face.

Dragonwings61: Baaaaz

Dragonwings61: I wanna ask you something

Disturbed-pitch: Hey. What is it?

Dragonwings61: I’ve been thinking about this a lot

Dragonwings61: And I really don’t want you to freak out ok?

Disturbed-pitch: Go on.

Dragonwings61: I just

Dragonwings61: I really wanna see what you look like

Dragonwings61: pls don’t freak out, If you’re not comfortable with this pls forget I ever asked

Disturbed-pitch: It’s fine Simon… I thought about it myself quite a few times lately.

Dragonwings61: Ohhh

Dragonwings61: so is that a yes?

Disturbed-pitch: Yes I’d like to see your stupid face too :)

Dragonwings61: I bet your face looks more stupid than mine

Disturbed-pitch: We shall see

We exchanged photos and one day, I was having trouble with my homework--I’d never cared for math--and he wanted to help me out so we skyped. And I’m glad we did. Baz is beautiful. He rolls his eyes a lot at me and fucking sneers but… I just really like looking at him. I like Baz a lot.

After that we became even closer. We talked almost everyday, first only for a few minutes then for hours on end. We would just turn skype on and do our own thing, like studying, or reading. Baz even played violin a few times for me to see and it was so fucking beautiful. Everything he does is perfect.

Now it’s the end of the summer and I’m going to university in a few days. I haven’t figured out what I want to major in but I’ll try a few different classes and see what sticks.

I told Baz my plan of moving to London months ago--I live in Manchester and Baz leaves in Hampshire--and he hasn’t said a word as to where he’s going. I’d love to meet him one day… I’ve just never had the courage to ask him. But I really want to touch him, make sure he’s real. I mean, of course he’s real, but I’ve never seen him outside of my screen before.

I’m at my laptop scrolling through tumblr when Baz asks to skype. I accept.

“Hey.”

“Hey Baz.” I smile at him. I’m always happy to see him.

“Listen… I’ve been meaning to tell you something for awhile.”

I stare at him through the screen. Why is he nervous? He’s making me feel nervous “Okay.”

“I just...” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair “You know that I’m going to university.”

I look at him expectantly. Is he finally telling me where he’s going? It’s not like him to keep things a secret; not from me anyway.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything but--” he continues, and he’s blushing right now and I feel like blushing myself just by the way he’s looking at me. “I’m going to London.”

“What?” Wait, what? Did he really just say--

“London. I’m going to fucking London, Simon.”

“Why?” I ask stupidly. But I start grinning at him like an idiot. We’re going to be in the same city. Fuck, I’m gonna be able to hang out with him and actually see his face.

“Well there’s a really good school there… Besides, there’s someone I was really hoping to meet in person.” I feel my cheeks burning as he says this.

Holy shit this is really happening. I’m going to finally meet Baz. “When are you moving to London?”

“I’m already here. I just arrived at my aunt’s flat a few hours ago.” Then he grabs his laptop and turns it around so that I can see his new room.

“Baz?” I call him, and he puts his laptop on the desk again.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna be in London in a few days.”

“I know--”

“Let’s meet?” I say unsure, interrupting him.

“I’d like that.” he tells me, half smiling.

And there’s nothing to lose now, so I might as well try my luck. “As in, a date.”

“Oh?” He looks surprised.

“Is that cool?”

“Fuck, of course it is, Simon.”

***

We agreed to meet at Kings Cross, Baz said he would pick me up when I arrived (everything that I own fits into a bag) and then we would go on our date. I can’t believe this is happening, that he actually said yes to go out with me.

I’ve been so nervous the last couple of days because of this, of finally going to meet him. But as the train arrives at the station and I exit the platform all that anxiety melts away when I notice him staring right at me.

Once I reach him I let my bag drop to the floor. I put my arms around him to pull him closer into a tight hug and he does the same. He feels so good this close to me, and smells incredible, I don’t know how to describe it other than that he smells posh and it really fits him.

“Baz.” I say, grinning into his neck. I still can’t believe that he’s actually here in front of me.

“Hello, Simon,” he says, and it's muffled by my hair. He holds me tight against him longer than necessary before letting me go.

When I step back all I can focus on are his lips. They were so close to mine. And I just really want to kiss him.

I put my hand on his neck and make slow movements with my thumb. “I want to kiss you...” I start,“but we haven’t even been on a date yet.” That gets me a eye roll from him.

“We’re not exactly strangers,” he says, leaning into me.

He’s so close now; if I just leaned a bit forward, we’d be kissing. “I know, but I still want to take you on a--”

And then he kisses me.

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