#meet weird

[emeraldsandamethyst]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, DCU Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd Characters: Danny Fenton, Red Hood, Jason Todd Additional Tags: Prompt Fill, Aura Speak, fighting as flirting, Confusion, Miscommunication Series: Part 2 of Dead on MAYn 2025 Summary:

Dead on MAYn Week 2025 Sunday Prompt Fill Trope - Ghost Culture Is Weird Word - Bones Situation - Jason meets Danny as a ghost. Dialogue - "Wait, you can see me?"

[livingbreathingdreams]

❤︎ at the corner store

Captain Syverson x Reader drabble

A/N: Inspired by this prompt on a list I once saw on Pinterest: “met while buying condoms at the corner store”

It was only supposed to be a quick trip to the corner store to stock up on some supplies. You hadn’t planned on talking to anyone but the bored college girl behind the register. Dressed in your best plaid pyjama pants and pink fluffy slippers you gathered what you needed and were on your way to pay.

Rounding the corner, you didn’t pay attention to where you were going and promptly bumped into someone. Someone tall and big. The impact sent everything you were holding tumbling down to the ground.

First, you were annoyed at the inconvenience that would be keeping you away from your bed for longer. But then the man you just ran into chuckled, after looking down to the ground between the two of you. “Interesting assortment Darlin’. Someone’s paring the red sea then.” I wasn’t formulated like a question, but rather a statement that seemed to be very amusing to him.

You finally looked up at the guy and nearly choked on your own spit. “I I’m…” Your stammering was embarrassing but not as embarrassing as the fact that even after only just meeting him, you were certain that you very much would let this man part the red sea. He looked rugged in his washed-out band t-shirt, cropped hair, and wild-looking beard but there was something about him. He was a man exuding BDE. Built like a brick shit house and the sparkle of mischief in his bright stormy eyes.

After clearing your throat, you decided to be brave and started over. “No. No candidates for a voyage that treacherous just yet, I’m afraid. But my friend has recently been talking about manifestation a lot and how you should act like you already have what you want. This is me doing exactly that.” The handsome stranger was crouching down, looking up at you to hand you the condoms, tampons, and bar of chocolate you had dropped with a devilish grin on his face. “I wouldn’t mind.”

[madrabbitsociety]

Aziraphale wouldn't call himself a workaholic, but his best friend Anathema probably would. He buries himself in tasks so he doesn't have to think about his painful childhood or how alone he really feels with only Anathema (and his sometimes-boyfriend-hook-up Gabriel) for company. When he receives a mysterious bouquet from a secret admirer, he allows himself to be pulled into a something with the charming florist who sent them. Can Crowley get behind Aziraphale's carefully constructed walls? Based off the 1990's film Bed of Roses.

(Chapter One on Ao3)

I might post chapter 2 later this evening or tomorrow as it happens to be completed.

[duckprintspress]

Meet Weird Story Starters

Everyone dreams of meeting their special someone, but the world is awash with meet-cutes, and even meet-uglies, so here - have a prompt list of meet weirds, just in time for Valentine’s Day!

“Do you believe in love at last sight?”

“Pick a card - any card...no, not that one!”

“No offense...full offense...but your dog would be way cuter if it weren’t peeing on my leg.”

“No way, I grabbed that bouquet first - it’s mine!”

“I see you’ve noticed my unusual companion...no pictures, please.”

“Excuse me...I know the line ‘are you an angel cause you look like you fell from heaven’ is trite, but could you get up please? You’re kind of crushing me.”

“Why are you stealing all of those bread sticks?”

“Your dog is staring at me like it remembers me from a past life.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause you sure look like you’re getting some nightly!”

 “What do you mean, they vanished into thin air?”

“Are you a devil? Cause you’re setting me on fire. No. Literally. Stop.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Valentine’s Day. Move or be obliterated.”

“Look, I’ve already gotten fired today - I’ve got nothing left to lose!”

“I can’t tell if you’ve actually got tentacles, or if I’m hallucinating again.”

“You know, instead of pointing out that I’m drenched, you could have offered to share your umbrella, asshole!”

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life - and I work at a baby animal rescue.”

“No, I said turn left, not ri-- hell, I think you just broke my nose.”

“Mx., while the Fire Department does help with pets who’ve climbed trees...that is unmistakably a cactus, so please excuse my language when I say, respectfully: what the fuck?”

“Please, I’ll pay anything, but I need a ride pronto - it’s my sibling’s wedding in ten minutes and I have the rings!”

“You...shall not...PASS...oh, fuck, okay, you pass, just put that thing away, it’s pointy! Are you trying to kill me or something?”

If you write a story with any of these prompts, feel free to @ us and we can reblog!

[moonscarsandstars]

Stars were practically circling his head, as Sirius mindlessly wandered over to the counter for his sixth cup of coffee. Numbers from his textbook- which subject again?- were barely being grasped by his mind.

Sirius faintly remembered grabbing the splintered counter, before falling into a pair of skinny arms that were struggling to hold his body.

Now, however, all he could see were the blindingly white curtains surrounding him, his aching head, and a crinkled bedsheet tangled in his legs. 

And an absolute angel next to him.

The angel was gazing out of a window, chin resting on his knees which were drawn up and held close to his chest.

But the angel started as he noticed Sirius, who lazily rubbed at his eyes.

“Hey- you’re awake! Oh, I- um- should probably get the nurses,” said the man in a voice that sounded much lower than Sirius expected. With that, he dashed out of the room.

Sirius could barely stifle a groan, as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. 

‘Hospital’ clicked in his mind, as his stomach sunk. James must’ve been at work. Out of all times for James to have been a responsible human being, he had to have chosen now.

Tight jeans were still stiff against his legs, and his chest was lightly sweaty with the band shirt he wore. His heart jumped to his throat for a split second, before he spotted his leather hoodie sprawled across the table next to him.

A middle aged nurse, briskly entered the room. There was something vaguely familiar about her, before it hit him as her face broke out in concern.

“Andy!”

Sirius face lit up as Andromeda entered, but quickly turned to shock as she broke out in hysterical anger.

“What the hell were you thinking? And since when did you care this much about your studies?”

“I- uh- there was- a test,” mumbled Sirius with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Collapsing from exhaustion, this-” she waved her clipboard in front of Sirius, “-much caffeine and sugar in your blood, then you decide to fall on the bloody stone floor? Were you trying to prove something?”

Sirius opened his mouth in protest, ready with the words at the tip of his tongue. But his voice failed him as the angel walked in the room, with an expression that resembled something in between confusion and concern.

Andromeda’s anger seemed to drop dead in mid air. She smirked at the two men, both almost gaping at each other, and mumbled something about coming back after break.

The angel was right in front of him now, standing like a deer in headlights. Grey jeans were creasing on his legs, and an oversized, mustard coloured knitted jumper covered his thin figure. Freckles were splattered across his face, and a scar travelled over the bridge of his nose.

An uncomfortable silence hung over them, before Sirius broke it.

“What exactly are you doing here?”

The wildly confused tone Sirius had used drew a chuckle from the angel, who neared and sat down at the edge of the bed.

“Erm- well- I don’t know if you remember, but you collapsed into my arms last night,” said the angel awkwardly, but with a sweet smile on his face. “And- well, I might’ve freaked out a little and called the ambulance. I think the woman- nurse- called your emergency number, but they weren’t available. And no one else seemed to be coming. So- I mean- I stayed here. I hope that’s okay with you.”

Sirius was gaping, his mouth slightly parted, and his eyes slipped to the angel’s lips. He hastily gained himself again. “No- I mean- yeah, it- it’s okay!”

An amused grin took over the angel’s face. “Sure,” he mused, slowly nodding his head. “I’m Remus Lupin.”

The angel- Remus- stretched his hand out. Sirius stared at it for a few seconds, before taking it and unconsciously licking his lips.

“Sirius.” Remus looked at him expectantly, confusing Sirius for a spilt second. “Sirius... Black,” he said hesitantly, spitting out the surname like acid.

“I take it you don’t have the best relationship with them?” Remus’s voice was gentle, soothing Sirius of any discomfort the name brought him.

“Definitely not,” said Sirius with a small chuckle. “It’s okay, I’d rather they ignored my existence, honestly.”

“I’m sorry you’re parents were, well, trash,” said Remus in that angelic, gentle voice that Sirius could spend years listening to.

“Yeah, well, I’m used to it.”

Another silence hung over them, less awkward, more blissful. 

And boy, Sirius could drown in those eyes. Deep amber, but so much more than that. Like many flavours of honey melting unto each other, or the light shining against hot caramel on a warm day. It was a universe that Sirius wished to get lost in, forever.

Their eyes were locked together, and their lips seemed closer than ever. Just move a little closer-

“Sirius what the hell where you thinking?!” 

A wildly livid James who’d appeared at the door, oblivious to what he’d interrupted started yelling at the top of his voice. 

“Are you kidding me?! You got yourself hospitalised for God’s sake! And all for what, a bloody exam?! Trust me when I say, if it isn’t exhaustion that kills you, it’s going to be me!”

Andromeda appeared at the doorway, looking mildly amused, nodding her head along with James’s words.

Remus, on the other hand, looked somewhat frightened, but a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “I’ll wait outside, shall I?”

As Remus left the room, the still furious James turned to Sirius, who was sitting cross legged on the bed now. 

“You better have a bloody good explanation for this, Sirius. I swear, you gave me a goddamn heart attack at work! Ask Lily, if Minnie hadn’t given me a break now, I’d have run out of the bloody building myself! Listen to me, Sirius,” James’s voice softened. “I love you like a brother, and I don’t want to see you stress yourself out like this. Please, just take care of yourself.”

“I love you too James,” replied Sirius earnestly. “But c’mon, Remus was beautiful, right? Those eyes, and that hair, and those lips. Absolute angel. And, exactly my type,” gushed Sirius, practically heart eyed.

James rolled his eyes, and reluctantly grinned. “Idiot. We’re not done with this lecture.”

He stretched his hand out towards the door, gesturing for Sirius to walk out.

Sirius sat up, feeling that wave of dizziness for a split second. As he regained composure, he gave a quick thumbs up to James, and walked outside.

Remus was leaning against the wall, phone in hand. His light brown chukkas clashed against the blue floor of the corridor. His eyes flicked up, and he stood straight, pulling his jeans up as he spotted Sirius.

“Uh, hey, I was just wondering-” started Sirius, freezing up. But catching Remus’s hopeful smile, he went on. “This is going to sound weird- but, um, would you like to grab a coffee or something one day?”

Remus’s smile widened, and a glint of humour appeared in his eyes. “I’m not so sure about coffee, but I’d love to go out with the conscious you.”

“Well, you could say I fell for you,” said Sirius, earning a groan and light shove, which raged butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m going out with you on one condition. You don’t make a single pun the entire time. That okay?”

Sirius smirked. “Challenge accepted.”

[samanddeaninpanties]

Ummm pairing Megstiel, prompt...Cas is *literally* a unicorn?

A unicorn with uncomfortably blue eyes and an earthy scent is following Meg. Well, not really because unicorns aren’t fucking real but the creature is there all the same, never leaving her side, not until her home comes into view. At that point, the unicorn situates itself on the grass.

“Can alcohol cause hallucinations?” Meg asks as she sways on her doorstep.

No answer.

Meg shrugs and enters her home, leaving the imaginary unicorn out in the cold. “It’s not real,” she mutters to herself as she falls onto the couch, eyes closing. Meg vaguely recalls that she didn’t check to see if her front and back door were locked before drifting off.  

–

Bright blue eyes the same color as the unicorn’s she hallucinated the night prior watch Meg intently when she wakes up. The smell of cooking eggs and unwashed man invade her nostrils and she yelps. Meg sits up quickly, glaring daggers at the intruder.

“Touch me and I’ll scream,” she warns, acutely aware of the stranger’s nakedness.

The naked man frowns, attempting to fix his unruly hair with his fingers but manages to make it look even more wild. It probably hasn’t been properly brushed in a month.  

“I’d just like a warm meal, a shower, and perhaps some clothing and I’ll be on my way. When you didn’t lock your door last night…” he pauses, shaking his head. “I’m not here to hurt you. I swear it.”

“You aren’t doing a fucking thing until you answer my goddamn questions,” Meg demands, shooting up out of her seat, crowding into the stranger’s space. “Or I’ll call the cops on your creepy ass.”

“Of course,” the stranger says, lips twitching up into a smile.

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[bloodandcream]

Title: getting on like a tent on fire

Pairing: CastielxMegxSam

Rating: Mature

Wordcount: 1,866

Notes: au, established MegxSam, written for @spnpolybingo, using the ‘Meet Weird’ square

-

Castiel’s solo camping retreats were usually a time of quiet contemplation. A time to reconnect more deeply with nature, and rejuvenate his spirits. Usually deep woods primitive camping was what he needed, to isolate and meditate in peace. But with it being a chilly early November, he had figured the Hocking Hills state park wouldn’t be too crowded. There were lovely hiking trails and several lakes with kayaking and canoeing rentals. It had been ages since he’d been canoeing.

As expected, after the modest weekend crowd cleared out, there was only one other occupied camp site aside from Castiel on Monday. A couple, occupying a site three spots down from Castiel’s shady patch of paradise.

It was quiet and restful during the day. Exactly what he needed, stretched out in the grass under dappled sunlight with a sweater rolled up beneath his head and a book in his hands. Castiel expected it to be a calm week.

But, even three camp sites down from him, he could hear the couple having sex at night.

Very loud, very vigorous sex.

-

Castiel would not deny that he had a healthy, and varied, sexual appetite. But these two. They were insatiable. As soon as dusk settled, he could hear them. You might think that a few soft moans and the creak of an air mattress would be easily muffled through the steady rise and fall of the forest’s noise - the owls and frogs and insects and creatures rustling through the brush.

But oh, no.

She was a screamer.

He could swear he heard the repetitive, loud and sharp crack of someone being spanked at one point. Honestly, he wasn’t sure which one of them would be the giver or the receiver.

Eventually, it would die down, and Castiel would fall asleep, but several nights that week he was woken up in the middle of the night by their noises again. And in the morning, sun just under the horizon line and the sky gray, mist creeping through the hills.

This week was supposed to be about finding his inner peace and balance.

Instead, Castiel was going to chafe his dick raw with all the frantic masturbating.

-

He saw the guy in the shower house a few times. Never did get a name, but the guy smiled at him politely in passing and gave a cheerful hello.

Gods, he was beautiful. Wearing only swim trunks and flip flops, long hair loose and messy, all ruffled after the shower. Sculpted abs and an iliac furrow to make you cry. Even his feet were graceful. And Castiel, he couldn’t blame the guy’s partner on climbing that every chance she could get.

-

Castiel passed her a few times to the water pump. Dark hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail, always scowling and swatting at bugs. She wore jeans and spaghetti strap shirts. Castiel very politely tried not to stare at the swell of her cleavage or the patterns of her tattoos the one time he went to the water pump when she was already there, half bent over, grunting as she lay her weight on the handle.

He would have offered to assist her, if he hadn’t had the distinct feeling that she might eviscerate him for suggesting that she needed his help.

-

Castiel learned that his name was Sam. She screamed it loud enough. He didn’t learn what her name was, though, from overhearing their frenzied night-time activities. Sam was more of a grunter.

-

Come Thursday, Castiel was not well rested, nor had he managed to reach any insight. Other than that his libido was not actually calming down with middle age, as he had supposed, but rather that he needed to get out more.

At least he had gone canoeing a few times, seen the waterfalls, taken some excellent photos of a doe and her fawn.

He was fairly certain that the couple three camp-sites down were well aware that he could hear them at night - and several times in the middle of the day. By Thursday, he suspected that they found amusement in it, if the woman’s sly smile the last time he saw her was anything to go by.

So he had no compunctions of overhearing what he shouldn’t or acting inappropriately when he went to bed. That night, he laid down in his tent with one of the window flaps open to the screen, and slicked his hand with spit in anticipation while he waited.

The light that flickered on in their tent , obstructed by vegetation but visible, was different from the white l.e.d. glow of a lantern. Erratic and more orange, Castiel wondered if they had lit some candles for the romance factor. That didn’t seem like a safe idea.

He didn’t dwell much on it when he heard “Yeah, shit, eat my ass, you gonna fuck me there with that big dick tonight?”

As the week had progressed, they’d grown louder and more narrative.

Castiel couldn’t help wonder if it was for his benefit.

It was very easy to conjure a visual of her kneeling at the edge of an air mattress, plump ass pushed up, Sam with his face buried between pale thighs. Castiel wondered if he put his hair in a ponytail when he had sex, or if he left it loose, let it stick to his forehead with sweat.

“Oh shit!”

That… did not sound like a sexy ‘oh shit’.

Sitting up, hand still on his dick, Castiel squinted through the window screen on his tent.

“Fuck toss the gear out!”

“Fuck that!”

Something was on fire.

It was their tent.

Oh shit.

Fumbling with the zipper on his tent, Castiel scrambled out and across his camp-site to the picnic table, grabbed the mostly full five gallon water tank and ran through the trees cutting across the empty sites between them.

He realized, twigs and pebbles and prickly thorny plants scraping his feet up, that he wasn’t wearing any shoes. Or clothes. Branches and brush smacked against him, but he arrived, panting, to help douse the raging fire of their collapsed, melting nylon tent.

There were a few duffel bags thrown across the camp-site, the woman pouring their own supply of water onto the tent when Castiel joined her. Sam found a thick blanket in their supplies, and once the water had tamed the fire somewhat, he started smacking the blanket over it.

Sweating from the heat and smudged with smoke, probably bleeding from running naked through the camp grounds like an idiot, Castiel stood with his empty water container.

The couple were still naked too.

And somehow, despite all expectations, Sam had a bigger dick than Castiel had though.

“Uh. Thanks. For the help.” Sam said, holding the still slightly smoking blanket in front of his crotch.  

Castiel held his water container in front of his crotch and coughed, throat a little raw from the smoke. “You’re welcome.”

The woman put both hands on her hips, smiled at him. Or it might have been a leer. “Well, aren’t you just a big hero.”

“Meg,” the guy sighed, “Be nice.”

As the glowing ruins of the tent died down, the dark settled. At least the sky was relatively cloud free and the moon was mostly full, silver light illuminating the tiny clearing of the camp-site, and the awkward trio gathered there.

“Seriously, thanks. I’m Sam. What’s your name?”

Sam held out a hand to shake, which Castiel accepted after stepping further around the smoking pile of tent, the stench of burning nylon stinging his nose. He did not mention that he already knew that the guy’s name was Sam because he’d heard Meg screaming it.

“I’m Castiel.”

And because he was blunt and clueless, Castiel found it necessary to ask, “Why did you have an open flame in your tent tonight? That’s highly unsafe.”

“Been watching us, huh?” Meg asked without it sounding much like a question, more like a smug observation.

“We ran out of batteries for the lantern.” Sam told him.

Castiel stared at the charred ruins. “You couldn’t just fornicate in the dark like normal people?”

Meg’s laughter was raucous and unabashed. “Hey, come on, wouldn’t you want to watch all of that mounting you?”

When she gestured at Sam, he coughed and pursed his lips, giving her a look that only made her laugh more.

“That’s a good point.” Castiel conceded.

-

When Castiel had offered to share his tent, it was honestly an act of good intentions. It was too late to find a motel to stay at. It might rain. It was too cold to sleep in the open air. He certainly hadn’t been the first one to initiate sex.

It was a small tent, only intended for him and his gear, and he didn’t have an air mattress. Just padding and blankets. So it was cozy between the three of them.

Of course he had put on some boxers. Before Sam sat him down at the picnic table and, using Castiel’s lantern equipped with working batteries, had cleaned and picked briars out of his feet. While Meg rifled through his chest of food supplies, helping herself to a granola bar.

Castiel wouldn’t make any assumptions about the sort of relationship they had. He had only the best of intentions. And half a chubby, but that wasn’t his fault.

After they’d cleaned up and zipped themselves into the tent for the night, Meg didn’t turn the lantern off. She set it into the corner. Straddled Castiel’s lap and scratched through his hair, grinding against him, before she asked, “So, do you want to watch him fuck me or do you want him to fuck you?”

And for all that Sam had appeared the shy nice guy, as soon as Castiel said, “Fuck me,” Sam turned savage.

Although Castiel had come into the woods seeking a peaceful retreat, he had to admit that sex could be rather enlightening as well. Certainly, with Sam’s wide hands pulling his hips back and that cock buried so deep inside him Castiel could almost taste it, with his face squeezed between Meg’s thighs as she screamed his name, certainly there was something to be learned here.

He could figure it out later, after he’d licked her taste from his lips, feeling turned inside out and tenderized by Sam. After they curled up around him like bookends. Or two slices of bread held together by jelly. After the next morning when Meg rode his dick and Sam fucked his face, cradling his head and thumbing away the overwhelmed tears. After that.

-

Castiel was still working on figuring it out, weeks later, after they’d traded contact info and found that they lived a mere hour away from each other.

An ice cream parlor wasn’t the first place he’d of thought they might suggest. But watching Sam licking around a rainbow sprinkled frozen yogurt cone with the intensity and focus of an eager child while Meg slid her foot up between Castiel’s legs under the table, he realized something.

Perhaps the only thing to learn was to accept the good things that life brought his way. Whether they came through intention, or a tent fire.

[tarucchi-blog1]

Meet weird

@aoiboshi

Back when he was in Mankai Company, Itaru had the chance to meet a bunch of ‘eccentric’ people. People obsessed with triangles, foreigners who messed up with popular idioms, people who had a poem for each occasion and people that slept all day everyday. Hence, he felt like nothing he could see would surprise him again.

He was mistaken.

He was positively surprised when he found someone just... resting inside the fountain at the park while he was doing some running. This is why he didn’t came out of his house unless he had to.

Just... what in hell...? Was this person ok? They didn’t seemed like they were going to come out anytime soon.

After debating on what to do, Itaru decided to walk in and take that poor person out. He had walked a couple of steps into the fountain, water reaching his knees -how lucky he was to be using his workout clothes- when the guy just sat up. Casually.

Well now. This was awkward.