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mwagneto · 4 years
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You broke your spine when you were 11,
haha yeah
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miioouu · 3 years
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you should do a supernatural au with whoever you want !
It's only after I've written all of that that I realized you maybe meant it as the supernatrual show? If not then great (although im not sure this counts as super natrual, and if you did mean the series sjensjdb sorry i never watched) Anyway, that's a mess, so if you meant smth else please let me know, I'll write you smth else! Thank you for requesting!! ❤️💜❤️
Sero Hanta
      It's getting hot lately, it's the middle of June and you're dying of heat, typical summer weather. Which is totally normal, you're not really complaining, you're a summer lover. Since you were kid, you loved the bright sun, the hot air, sweating off and enjoying the clear sky. You enjoyed summer and it's multiple activities, from ice cream cooling you off, to hiking up to a fresher environment. But your favorite of them all has to be going to the beach. The sand under your toes and the waves controlling over your body, letting go. It all felt so nice. A bit too nice.
Enjoying yourself way too much, you didn't realize that the waves are getting you further and further away from the shore. The sun is setting and the water cooling off more, your eyes closed for a second enjoying the breeze, and that was your mistake. You didn't see the big wave coming, no one around you was there to warn you either, it came crashing over you. Turning you over, making you reach the bottom of the ocean, and pushing your body left and right, the impact leaving you blacked out.
It's a miracle you opened your eyes. Though you were met with darkness, with nothing but a few... Purple lights? That's weird. Looking around you, you find yourself in what seems like a cavern, dark, humid, jellyfishes were the source of light. You laid in the back, on a rock, a big one and you wondered what brought you here. Who brought you here. And your question was soon to be answered. A man, black haired and even blacker eyes making his way towards you. Agile and smooth in his movements, the ethereal light accentuating what you can see of his body. His torso smooth, his abs showing slightly, and what were that on his elbows? The closer he got the more obvious it looked, but not really. Are those scales? And is that... Is that a tail behind him? A mermaid! Merman! That can't be it. You must be dreaming, you really knocked your head really hard. Maybe if you just turn away, and close your eyes, this timr you'll wake up in reality. But that was in vain. A wet hand found it self in your shoulder shaking you, while the other still behind his back. His abyss eyes looked into yours, he looked so handsome, he looked so real, maybe if you.... As you reached out, your fingers shaking as they made their way to his cheeks, but as soon as he felt the contact he backed away. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you.... Are you ok?" Giving you a questioning look, head tilt to the side and an obvious confusion in his eyes, it's when you realized, he can't understand you, and finding a way out of here, might be more difficult than you expected it.
As much as you'd love to stay with the new found creature, you have a family that might be worried to death about you right now. So standing to your feet, you tried to make your way out of the cavern, though you were stopped. A webbed hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you backwards "Where do you think you're going?" Huh? So now he can speak?! "Why- why didn't you answer me before?" You wanted to sound more confident, more serious, but you voice came out as shaky and trembling. "Because you asked me a stupid question! I should be the one wondering if you're ok. Anyway, you can't go back now. The waves are still too strong, and it's so dark out, you'll only get lost. So why don't you stay for a bit more, and in the morning I'll lead you out! Here I even got you some games we can play so you don't get bored!" Finally the hand that was behind his back was revealed, stretching it before you, opening his palm, small fish bones, some pearls and shells shone in his palm, but what really attracted you was the big shell with something engraved on it. Four letters symbolizing who this man- euh merman before you was, in an intersting typography, the name "Sero" made your heart beat a bit faster....
Kozume Kenma
Living far from the city is fun. Every morning you opened your window, the fresh air carrying the smell of baked good from the small bakery accross your small house and the lavender growing infront of your porch door. You liked living like that. And you liked roaming around the village, petting every animal you see, from the elderly couple's cows, to the young boy's dogs, it's an amazing life you're living.
The pet that you liked the most, but unfortunately you don't think it reciprocate your feelings, is the nocturnal cat that's always meowing outside your window. It was a stray cat, only showing up at night, you'd throw it some food before it snatched it and left. Though as more time passed by, this cat seemed to like you more and more. It would stay out a little longer, eating in front of you instead of leaving to eat in it's secret hidden place. And on cold nights, it would rub its head on your leg, relishing in the pets you'd give them. This cat, white with spoltches of black and gold decorating its furr, seemed like it was abandoned, for a collar was still wrapped around its neck, and a name shining under the light on the medal "Kenma". And you loved that name, you don't know why, but it fits the cat, and everytime you think of this five letter name, you can't help but smile and your heart get warmer.
Cold winter night, you were worried; where's your precious Kenma. You were about to go look for him until you heard whines and scratched on your door, indicating it's your beloved street cat. Quickly letting him in, running to grab a towel and drying him, holding him close to your chest to keep him warm "Awww baby, you're cold yeah? I was worried about you all day long, why didn't you come earlier?" and of course you didn't get a reply, only a purr and a scooting closer to you, burying himself in the warmth of your body. So warm and peaceful, the cat drifted to sleep. And it could be because of the weather, or because you're so happy with the kitty next to you, it's still early but your eyelids are growing heavy, you fell into dreamland with your arms holding the pet close to you.
It's just so warm here, so comfortable, your mattress and your sheets are so soft, your heartbeat lulling him into an even deeper slumber, keeping him in your bed even well after the sun had risen. It's only when a sudden push made him fall of the bed, a high scream making his ear ring and the warmth of you once close body left him cold and shivering tat he finally opened your eyes. "Who are you?! How did you get here?! You know don't say anything, keep it for when the police comes!" That's when it all clicked in his head, eyes widening, moving fast as a cat to take your phone away from your hand. "Y/n, listen, calm down, calm down! I can explain, I swear!" Y/n? How does this stranger know your name? When he finally stood to his feet, you had a proper look at him. Long hair that stops right before his shoulder, dyed blonde but you could see the black roots. Eyes sly as a feline, golden, a bit strange. And it's when your eyes raked down, stoped to his neck you noticed something familiar, the collar of your beloved cat. "Y/n, it's me Kenma!" You always knew this village was bit strange...
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afoolnottoloveu · 4 years
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maybe i’m imagining things ♡
Summary: You don’t really feel like you belong at the BAU just yet (WC: 2.1k) {Masterlist <3}
Pairing: Spencer Reid x gender neutral!Reader
TW: smoking, mentions of death, swearing, mentions of alcohol
A/N: i dont smoke so theres highkey gonna b smth wrong with the description,,, but it just felt right okay, also it was a song reference as well >:(( also, this is for lucy’s fic contest! congrats on 3000 sweetheart <3
Song Pairing: Why Am I Like This? - Orla Gartland
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You could remember the feeling, how it started that night at the bar. Despite the conversations of your new team swirling around you, you felt like a stranger. You didn’t think much of it at first, you just thought you were imagining things. You’ll grow into it, you told yourself. 
After exactly a year at the BAU, you still couldn’t decisively say you were part of the family. As cases came and went, you felt the same. An outsider. A guest living with a family. You couldn’t blame them, really. As you should, right? They weren’t like this with any of the other newbies; it was you who intruded.
The last case felt no different. It was a family annihilator, and all you could think about were the victims. Unbeknownst to the team, except Aaron, you knew almost exactly what the family of the victims were going through. Your feelings were taking a toll on you, and everything from the jet ride to heading back to the office was a complete daze. Your mind was somewhere far off in the distance, only snapped back by the soft touch of JJ placing her hand on your shoulder before you could walk through the glass doors.
“Are you coming tonight?” She asked as if you already knew of what was happening tonight.
“Uh, w-what’s tonight?”
“We’re going to-”
“O’keefe’s!” Penelope squealed, running out of her batcave with the clicks of heels following.
“Oh, um-” you hesitated, but you remembered how badly you wanted to be a part of their family, and a drink didn’t sound too bad at the moment, “yeah! Yeah, I’ll just meet you guys there alright? M’gonna just grab some stuff.”
“We’ll see you down there!” Penelope bubbled, before sweeping everyone else into the elevator. You gave a small smile and wave, catching Spencer’s gaze  just as the doors shut. Maybe you had learned to hide it well after all these years, but for profilers, they really had no idea what was going on inside your head.
You couldn’t help but glance up at Aaron’s office through the glass doors. Everyday you debated if the BAU was really for you, every day for a year, now. Not knowing if this was a mistake or not, you slipped through the bullpen and made a beeline for his office. Relatively quickly, you found the papers you were looking for after a quick search through his cabinets. You didn’t want to have the conversation with Aaron, but he was the only person on this floor with them. You shoved them in your purse, just in case. In case of what? You didn’t know either.
You tried to enjoy yourself, you really did, but your head was just filled to the brim with thoughts you couldn’t bear. The fuzzy, stuffy feeling of the bar would usually help you blend right in, but right now it made you sick. You excused yourself from the table, not like you were part of any of the conversations that were happening anyways, and stepped out.
Through your work blouse and slacks, the October wind nipped at your skin. You opened your purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Your habit started young, smoking being one of the only things that could effectively calm you. Your dad was a smoker, but he really tried his best to stop. He wouldn’t be proud of you for following in his footsteps, but so be it.
Placing the cigarette between your lips and lifting your lighter to the end, you failed to notice someone approaching from behind you.
“6 minutes.” 
Startled, you fumbled and dropped your cigarette from your lips and it hit the concrete, causing you to loudly mutter a curse. You whipped around to cuss out whoever made you drop it, but you’re met with the same eyes you saw before the elevator closed.
“Jesus Christ, Spencer. I just lit that!” His expression doesn’t change, so you rummage through your purse pulling out the box of cigarettes once again. “And I know what that means, 6 minutes off my life for every cigarette I light.” Faced towards the street, you tried to light it, but failed. As the wind kept blowing out the tiny flame, you kept trying. “To be frank, 6 minutes isn’t a whole lot of time in the grand scheme of things. It’s like, one less shower. I could live with that I think.”
Still not hearing a reaction from him, you turn his way, naturally. He seems to be finding your purse very interesting, and for a moment you think, is pretty boy gonna rob me?, but you finally realize he can see the bold print title and FBI logo on the papers that you grabbed sticking out from your purse.
“Why?” is all he asked, his voice dripping in devastation. You look up to meet his eyes and there’s a gloss over them that you know too well. “Why would you wanna transfer? The BAU is-”
“-the crown jewel of the FBI. I’ve heard it.” You take the cigarette out of your mouth to reply. Unable to meet his eyes anymore,  you fixed your eyes on the street once again, but you minded your voice, careful to not let it crack nor reveal too much, “I can’t explain it, Spencer.”
“I think you can, but you don’t want to.” The hurt in his voice was still evident and you had to wonder, why was it there in the first place? He doesn’t really care, his family’s inside the bar.
You brought the joint back to your lips and tried to light it one last time, and you successfully did so, inhaling the smoke and letting it encase your lungs like a blanket. “It’s just-” A long pause lingers in the air before you come to your senses, removing the cigarette from your lips. Blowing out a cloud, the wind carried the gray smoke down the sidewalk, with your eyes trailing. “You know what? No, nevermind. It’s nothing, Spence. I might not even transfer.”
“You wouldn’t grab the papers unless you were seriously considering it, Y/N,” he huffed, intent on finding out the real reason, “Come on, you were gonna have to tell us at some point. Why not start small? Why are you leaving us?” You were getting frustrated from the simple fact that he was right, and suddenly you were very sick of the cigarette you were holding. 
“Fine Spencer, if you wanna know so goddamn bad then I’ll just tell you! I just- the BAU isn’t for me! And it’s not the job, it’s- it’s you! It’s all of you! I can’t be in the same room with all of you for anything other than a debriefing without feeling like I don’t fucking belong! You guys are a family, and I still feel like it’s my day one. If you guys can do this job so well without me, then why shouldn’t- why should I even be here?” You didn’t know when the tear slipped, but they just kept coming, and you were over this cigarette, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it a little too hard.
There was a silence. A cold, heavy silence, filled with nothing more than the gentle breeze, a couple cars passing in the distance and leaves falling. You suppressed your sobs as much as you could and wiped your face repeatedly. 
Oh god, you thought, did I really just say that? Fuck, fuck, shit, why am I like this-
“If I asked you to stay,” His voice was soft- you knew your response wasn’t the one he was expecting. All you could do was glance at him, not knowing where he was going with this. “Would you?”
“What’re you talking about?” The words were a whisper, you wouldn’t be surprised if he thought it was just the wind. You genuinely didn’t understand what he meant, but in your head, you had already answered his question.
“Y/N, I--I just wanna talk, okay? Can you listen? Is that alright?” His voice was comforting, and with the way you were feeling, it was music to your ears. It reminded you of the way he spoke to children, but you were just too damn exhausted to call him out on it; so you nodded, but you kept your eyes on the street in front of you, watching a taxi pass by.
“You know, when I first asked you ‘why?’ a few minutes ago, when I was saying that the BAU was the crown jewel of the FBI? Well, that wasn’t what I was going to say at all. I was gonna say that the BAU is where you belong, Y/N. We don’t only want you to stay, we need you to stay. You were the one who talked down that unsub today. You can defend yourself better than almost any of us. You treat us like family, with the coffee every Wednesday and checking on all of us regularly. We notice these things, Y/N. Do you? Because it’s almost like it’s second nature to you.”
You had to take several deep breaths before you could gather yourself enough to respond; you closed your eyes as you spoke. “Do you know why I so badly want to be so close to all of you? My- my parents were both killed by- by a sociopath. I was 15. I started smoking then. My aunt took me in and I lived with my cousins. They were closer to each other than to me, though. I- I don’t know, I had a family, I guess. I mean, my aunt and her two daughters were my family, but- I don’t know, I’m not making sense.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know that at all, I thought they were your sisters. I get it. Well, I don’t, but I know what you’re trying to say. You didn’t have one as a teenager, but you have one now. Everyone inside of that bar thinks of you as their family. I know you don’t see it, but I can assure you that they do.”
You forgot your eyes were closed. They opened to the touch of Spencer’s hand on your arm, and there he was, standing in front of you. You wanted to cry more, but the sight of Spencer in front of you made you smile and your heart swell. You knew every word that left his mouth was genuine, full of love and understanding. You rushed forward and hugged him, burying your face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and cradled your head. It was almost funny, you were sure this was the most you had touched the germaphobe like, ever.
Into his sweater you sniffled and mumbled, “What about you Spencer?”
He pulled away from the hug, both of you still clinging to the other, but enough to have to look in each other’s eyes. He tilted his head as if he were asking what you meant.
“Do you- are we family?”
His only response was an airy chuckle and a swift, soft peck to your forehead. Huh, that’s new. You weren’t saying you didn’t like it though, no, not at all. He pulled you back into the hug and said into your hair “We don’t have to talk about that right now. But honestly? I think of you as something else, Y/N/N.”
And that was okay. The warmth of his breath on your hair and his sweater wrapping you neatly like a gift, it was more than okay.
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Spencer led you back into the bar after you had fixed your makeup. Luckily, the wind actually helped to dry your tears pretty quickly. The team was gathered around the table, blocking something from your sight. As the two of you approached, you heard Penelope say “Oh, oh oh! They’re here! Y/N’s here!”
The rest of the team turns to you and in front of you, JJ is holding out a red velvet cupcake with a candle in it. “Happy one year!” The team cheered as a chorus. Your eyes widened and your face lit up. Your shock rendered you almost speechless.
“How’d you remember? Oh my gosh, you guys!” you smiled. With everyone egging you on, you blew the candle out, causing an array of cheers and claps.
“Honestly, some of us didn’t. But you know who did remember?” Morgan commented with a wink. You turned to see Spencer scratching his neck, smiling down at you, the look making your heart swell just a lil’ bit more. 
You grabbed his arm and pulled him over with you to the table, the team clearing a spot for the two of you. Conveniently, shots for everyone had already been poured out, readily awaiting your consumption. You grabbed the shot glass and raised it towards the middle of the table.
“To family,” you beamed. Maybe I was just imagining things.
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saharamae21 · 4 years
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More Than This (JJ Imagine)
Author: sguymon21
Summary: can u do an imagine where jj and the reader are best friends but she tells him she likes him as more one night when she gets drunk like after the party in ep 1 or smth like that ?? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 @99sxuxii
Warning: Alcohol Use
This is my first imagine! I’m sorry if it isn’t very good!
Please send in more requests!
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JJ and I have known each other since the sixth grade. I knew him before he smoked weed, before his mom left, and before his dad began beating him. We’ve been through everything together. All of my favorite childhood memories involved him and John B. We were inseparable, but the last few months I began to see a change. The little things stopped meaning as much to him. Instead of turning to me when things got tough, he turned to John B. It hurt to see him need me less and less. Even now, he stood less than 20 feet away from me and yet we weren’t talking about the elephant in the room. He had a split lip and bruised cheek from his last interaction with his father, yet everyone was drinking and acting like he wasn’t in pain.
“Earth to y/n,” Kie said, waving her hand in front of my face. I snapped out of it and glanced over at her. “You could always go talk to JJ.”
“Ha, good one Kie,” I said, taking the drink from her hand and downing it. “He wouldn’t tell me about it even if I asked.”
“You’ve been in love with him since eighth grade y/n, when are you going to act on that?” I let out a chuckle. She wasn’t wrong. Somewhere along the line, JJ became more than a friend in my eyes. I thought that maybe he saw me that way too, but I was wrong. A few months ago, JJ and I had gotten a little too drunk and spent the night together. The way he looked at me that night made my heart flutter, but then I remember the aftermath.
I woke up entangled in JJ’s arms. His bare chest pressed firmly against me and I could feel his heart beating steadily. Light filtered in through the blinds and illuminated my room, shining directly on JJ’s sleeping face. He looked so happy, so adorable. I let out a yawn and shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable. 
“Huh?” I heard his groggy voice groan out as he stretched up. I blinked a few times as I made eye contact with him. “Shit, y/n?”
“Morning,” I said, embarrassment flushed my face. Then I noticed he didn’t have the same reaction as me.
“Shit. Did we? Oh my god,” he started to get up. I wanted to reach out and pull him back into bed, but he turned and looked at me. “You’re my best friend and this was just a one time thing. Let’s act like this never happened.”
His face was awkward and uncomfortable. He looked at me like I was the biggest mistake he had ever made. I didn’t want to forget though. I didn’t want to ignore what we had done, but from that moment on, it seemed like I was just another one night stand instead of his best friend.
“Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you two?” Kie asked, ripping me away from my flashback. I looked at her and shook my head. I glanced back over at the blonde touron who was grabbing him by the arm. I felt my stomach tighten.
“Let’s go get some more drinks,” I said.
Hours passed and the boneyard became packed with teens. I had downed my sixth drink and was beginning to feel the effects. I looked around, trying to spot any of my friends, but only one caught my eye. JJ. He was sitting on a log, arm around some girl and he was smiling. It wasn’t his usual smirk, but a smile. One that made my heart flutter, even when I didn’t want it too, but today it made my heart sink. Maybe the alcohol was messing with my mind. Maybe seeing him smile for another girl was too much. Maybe I was just behaving like a child. All I knew was that I couldn’t be on the beach any longer. I turned on my heels and ran as fast as I could. I could feel the alcohol taking over as I stumbled through the groups of people.
“Y/n!” I heard a voice shout. It distracted me for a split second and I felt my footing slip. I tumbled down into the sand hard.
“Ow…” I sat up, brushing sand off of me. Then when I looked up, JJ was standing right in front of me.
“Are you okay, y/n?” he asked, reaching a hand down to me.
“I-I’m fine,” I slurred, letting him help me up. All the sudden the world spun around me and I wobbled into his chest.
“Jesus, y/n,” JJ said, supporting me up. “How much have you had to drink?”
I thought for a second, counting the drinks on my finger. I showed him my fingers and laughed. “Thix!”
“Oh my god,” he scooped me up in his arms and I giggled. “C’mon, let's get you some rest.”
He carried me all the way to John’s van and set me down gently inside. I let out a helpless yawn and stared up at him. The moonlight was reflecting perfectly across his blonde hair. He looked so handsome.
“Hey, just like get some rest and sober up,” he said, rubbing his neck awkwardly. Did I make him that uncomfortable? I watched as he turned to go back to the party. I felt panic well up inside me and impulsively reached out to grab his hand.
“Don’t leave me,” I said desperately. He turned slowly and stared at me. “Please.”
“Y/n…” he said, taking a seat next to me.
“I-I love you,” I said. The alcohol was beginning to cloud my judgement and the words just began to spill out. “I love you, JJ. I’ve loved you since the eighth grade, and I don’t want to be just another one night stand.”
“You were never going to be just a one night stand, y/n,” he said. His blue eyes stared into mine for a second. “After we slept together, I didn’t know how to tell you that I loved you.”
My heart skipped a beat as I looked at him. I felt his hand gently push a strand of hair behind my ear and stop on my cheek. I couldn’t control the smile on my face or the small giggled that slipped out of my mouth.
“You love me?” I asked, the smile only growing with time. Then he smiled, the same heart stopping smile that I saw earlier today.
“Yes, y/n. I’m in love with you,” he said. I jumped forward, throwing my arms around him. I took in the sweet smell of weed and mint that always surrounded him. I moved away slightly and stared at him. He pressed his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes nervously. Then, I felt his soft lips brush against mine and we moved completely in sync. I smiled contently and felt him pull away. At that moment everything was perfect. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that…”
“I love you so much,” I whispered out. I felt a wave of exhaustion overcome me and let out a yawn. I felt his arms slip around me and pull me into him. I felt my eyes become heavy and I rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you too,” he said as I drifted off.
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K let's knock this brain cell around the peanut cage
Wulf ends up falling from a height that even Asgardians can't really heal from easily - its funny because Rhys obviously can't carry a man that big,,,I think,,,
Wulf and Edith go back home and whoop Rhys is probably never going to see him again cause of dumb rules so it ends up becoming a matter of home or heart.
Possibly can happen in the power swap but Dae's boss coming and working up a deal that can end with one of them going back to a torture house.
Dae gets too cuddly and WHOOP suddenly Rhys is getting some toxic spit and dealing with crystals spreading and the guilt of his boy??? Unreal.
Leaning towards more of his hallucinogenic side but Rhys accidentally consuming some of Dae's spit and Dae having a freak out that has an affect on Rhys (I probably have more details to go on about the effects if this wasn't three am rn)
Dae in the middle of removing some of his diamonds and its really messy and emotional for him and old memories surface and just,,,,bringing up some of Rhys's locked away memories?? (By that I probs mean when he was actually locked away and not dealing with amnesia,,,,unless he is??)
Dae has a fight with Peach and heads to Rhys half drowned and panicked. Could also work with Rhys meeting Peach by accident or confrontation just going to the mysterious place Dae lives??? Possibly more there to chit chat about.
Mahogany going too far and accidentally taking a proper bite into Rhys oof get a bandage son.
Magni getting shot and could either get a bit more feral and refuse to go back or just gets worse and somehow Rhys finds them impaled in the forest????? Posisbly more.
Rhys finds Mahogany in the middle of a very late night and very human snacc, body horror wh oop.
Kinda drafting away but flicker back to your exotic being verse and possible Rhys being a buyer of a genuine wendigo or alien, heck, could be a prize? Dae gets sold as decoration lmao like a lava lamp. Oof maybe Rhys gets sold for his first time mhm mmHM
Kay Sal lives his worst fear again and explodes near Rhys, might cause some heavy damage and brings up the previous people he's hurt. U know,,,,memories bout why he couldn't love.
Sick Sal (slick hehe) but hitting into the alien bit where he's stuck by antimatter (check A-force, Singularity vs Anitmatter G) and woof Sal shifting red feaatures and suddenly he's struggling to move and in lots of pain and he's lost his only brain cell
At this point I'm brainwaving at some nutjob getting a "d a t e" with Sal and maybe he's just had a fight with Rhys so he's cocky and a bully but whoop suddenly said nutjob is trying to dissect him and he's coming back with his gut sliced up but its hitting more of my body horror love so.
Rhys having a freak out and slicing at any one of his partners with shadows. Emotional torment of having his partner stand and watch him while blood starts to drip.
Rhys ends up at Dae's boss's place and gets to see what exactly his bf's been though all those years (could also lead to amnesia stuff) could lead to lots of body horror depending on comfort levels
Amnesia Rhys or Dae getting to meet and deal with each other >:3 lots of scenarios and discussions
Dae and Rhys getting into a fight and Rhys gets to see the muscle reflex Dae has for the first time (aka Dae getting real upset when he suddenly can't talk and knows that the man he loves recuxed him to silence. Hoo hooo I'm sleeping well soon)
Rhys meeting Ava or Dahlia because God I'm snorting at him seeing a possible monster or Ava attacking him and he's torn between "I'm being attacked by a vampire" and "why can't it be Dae who's aggressively biting my neck"
Back to the person selling thing except Rhys gets sold to Sal's planet ironically and possibly meets his mum??
UwU away from angst but au where people get bridal sacrifices or whatever and Rhys gets Mahogany and its mostly an excuse for me to wendigo world build.
Wulf gets more and more strained and panicked after Rhys gets hurt somehow and he doesn't know how to voice his worries of his smaller love and he just gets more wound up and upset as time goes on.
More on that? Wulf causing a tornado or hurricane or whatever is more wind themed and Rhys gets nervous feelings or what his boyfriend's like when he's real mad and just slow feelings about Rhys getting hurt??
Side note but I'm fucking inhaling at another wendigo getting into Magni and leaving a cow heart or smth and they're just panicked heart eyes and Rhys is just "what the fuck its three am" (3:30 am rn sobs)
Ksy ending with some quick cute morning ideas
Wulf waking Rhys up early for chores and he's wearing dumb tight clothes to lure Rhys out.
Rhys meeting Honkers when he gets a face full of angry duck because Daddy forgot to wake up early enough curse his long sleeping dumb bf who makes the bed so enticing.
Mahogany getting into bed with Rhys and it's a nightmare because they went out and now the bed is so cold.
Rhys waking up and realising that if tempted, Sal can and will stay inside his shirts and just cling like a koala. He's an alien, he has no weight to worry about and if Rhys loves him then he'll do this.
Kay double quick but some sort of happy au where Sal is trying to give dating a go and it's just nervous baby who throws up before literally every date
Nsfw where same au and Sal giving any form of control to Rhys but I can't stop laughing about Sal constantly shifting and trying to fight a good position because "no that's not right" and Rhys just "I'm going to wear u as a dick warmer if u don't stay still-"
Kay kay but even funnier is Rhys going and taking Magni into their first building and it's a pet supply store (gotta get meat where u can take it) and he learns the hard way that Magni Will and Can eat those many boxes of bugs you always see at pets at home.
Extra and for sure last one but delirious funny thoughts of OT3 and Sal screaming at Rhys and u have two tiny boys grabbing their toll wendigo lover as they proceed to eat an entire box of larvae.
EXTRA LAST but Rhys finding out the hard way that Dae can also eat anything thanks to his acid mouth and sitting in horror as Dae proceeds to burn and eat a plate what the fuck.
@blind-mutant
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♘ for the drabble thingy if you want to do it :D
HECK YES THANK YOU I needed something soft today so this prompt was perfect??
♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort
Prompt from here, send me one!
When Tooru comes home, the lights are off.
It’s so strange that he actually stops in the doorway, blinking into the darkness in confusion.
He’s sure Hajime is home, too, they’d texted only a couple of hours ago.
> u home for dinner? >want me to bring smth?
>still got leftovers. later
>ok
He’s never particularly articulate in texts, so Tooru didn’t think anything was wrong.
But the apartment’s dark.
“…Iwa-chan?” he asks, flicking on the light in the hall before closing the door behind him. “You here?”
He glances into the kitchen, finding it empty, and ducks his head into the living room.
Oh.
[A memory flashes at him out of nowhere, of one of the worse days, of sitting in his room,
back at his parents’ house, blinds closed, refusing even sunlight.
The dark is comforting, sometimes. It hides the tears.
And then there’s Hajime, stubbornly knocking on the door until Tooru unlocks it. Trying to coax him out.]
Tooru crouches down in front of the shape on the couch.
He’s hugging his knees, with his face buried in his arms.
“Hajime?”
[“Tooru. Hey.”
“Go away, Iwa-chan.”
Half-hearted. Empty. Tired.]
Hajime shifts, without a sound, barely noticeable. Just far enough to peek up at Tooru without lifting his head.
Even in the dark, the only light in the hallway, his eyes look red and swollen.
Tooru’s heart stutters.
“Hey,” he whispers, “…did something happen, love? Are you hurt?”
Hajime shakes his head, just so, but his face twists, brow furrowing, eyes filling with tears.
“…just a bad day?” Tooru prompts, nerves fluttering, reaching out a tentative hand to touch Hajime’s knee.
Immensely relieved when he doesn’t pull away.
He just shrugs.
[“You don’t have to talk,” Hajime says. “But let me open the window.”
“No,” Tooru mumbles. He doesn’t even care he’s being petulant. Nothing matters. Nothing. Not even Iwa-chan, right then. Nothing.]
“…do you want to talk about it?” Tooru asks softly, fingers lightly tracing Hajime’s skin.
He shakes his head again, minute, barely noticeable.
[Hajime, standing up, letting out a soft sigh. “Okay.”]
Okay?
…and then Tooru remembers what happened next.
“Just a sec,” he says, before getting to his feet.
Something stops him from walking away - Hajime’s hand, suddenly holding his wrist.
Don’t go.
Tooru feels his entire posture soften, tension falling away. He reaches down, squeezes back.
“…s’okay, Iwa-chan. I’ll be right back. Just getting some blankets. Okay?”
Hajime swallows down a sob, turns it into a heavy breath, nothing more, but Tooru sees his shoulders shake.
He nods, once.
Tooru leans in and presses a kiss to Hajime’s hair, quick and gentle. “Just hang on.”
[“No lights,” Tooru mumbles, even though he’d been dead set on ignoring Hajime. It won’t help, anyway. He should just leave.
“…not even these?”]
Tooru ducks into the bedroom, dropping to his knees and reaching under the bed, not bothering with the lights.
He finds the box easily enough, fitting it under his arm before grabbing hold of the two large pillows and the comforter. Not enough, but he knows there’s more blankets piled on their armchair, where they usually sit, curled up together by the window. Reading to each other, more often than not, with Hajime’s hand slowly carding through Tooru’s hair.
Soft. Calm. Home.
Tooru lets the tiny smile the thought brings stretch over his face. Hajime is always comforting him. This should work.
He drops the things he’s carrying on the carpet at Hajime’s feet before moving to push aside the couch table. Hajime doesn’t budge, but Tooru can tell that he’s listening, by the set of his shoulders, the tension in his legs.
He slips into the kitchen next, grabbing the two bar stools at the counter and carrying them over to the living room, setting them down on either side of where Hajime is sitting. Then he gets one of the blankets from the armchair and spreads it on the floor in front of the couch.
“Iwa-chan,” he says, reaching out to touch his arm. “… move down here for me, love?”
Hajime hesitates, breath going slow, but finally, finally he slowly unwraps his arms, revealing the rest of his face.
“…where?” he whispers, hoarse and shaky.
Tooru gives him a smile, taking hold of his hands. “Just here,” he says, “right here,” gesturing to the floor in front of him.
Hajime glances at the chairs, eyes surely also taking in the pile of pillows beside him. His eyebrows rise just slightly, and maybe, maybe that’s the hint of a twitch of his lips. Maybe.
“…what are you doing?” he asks, voice raspy. But he asks.
Tooru pulls him down until he’s sitting cross-legged on the blanket, leaning back against the sofa slightly. He ponders his answer for a moment, before he says: “…making it better.”
Hajime huffs out a breath - it’s not quite a laugh, barely there, but it’s better than apathy, and Tooru takes it.
He leaves Hajime to sit and wait while he arranges the pillows around him. He might be fussing a bit more than necessary, but Hajime is at least looking at him now, letting out the occasional heavier breath that’s almost a chuckle, almost amused.
Tooru shakes out one of the larger blankets, arms stretched wide before he spreads it over the two stools, leaving one end to trail over the couch seats. He ducks underneath the small tent he’s made with another blanket under his arm, and reaches past Hajime to bunch it up behind him, to keep the upper one in place. Hajime shifts, then, almost imperceptibly, so his forehead brushes Tooru’s arm.
“Be right there,” Tooru promises, pulling back. It’s not quite done.
[There’s the sound of a plug being stuck in the socket, and even through his closed eyes, Tooru notices the soft glow. Not bright enough to be sunlight, or even the lamp on his desk.
Slowly, reluctantly, he opens his eyes.
Hajime, smile as gentle as it gets, standing just a few feet away, arms full of tiny, glowing bulbs.]
He drags the string of fairy lights out of their box and fits the plug into the socket by the hallway, as close as he can get to where Hajime is. The bulbs light up with a pleasant orange glow, flickering to life.
He smiles at the memory, and at the many that follow after.
They’ve come through so much. This, he knows how to fix.
He unravels the cable, lifting his arms and draping the lights over the top of the fort, so their soft light reaches the inside in nothing more than tiny spots, like stars on their ceiling.
Hajime gasps, barely audible. Tooru fights back a smile.
[“…oh,” he whispers.
Just-
Oh.]
Tooru grabs the comforter, tugging it behind him as he drops down to his knees and finally crawls into the fort, pulling it up so it covers them both. Hajime stretches out his legs, making room, eyes wide.
“…remember?” Tooru whispers, settling in beside him, their shoulders brushing.
[“…thought you might like these,” Hajime says, and it could be a trick of the light, so close to his face, but it looks like he’s blushing.
Oh.]
“…’course I remember,” Hajime whispers, and his voice breaks on the last word. Tooru shifts, then, pulling him down, re-adjusting the pillows until they’re both lying down, until he can open his arms and Hajime ducks underneath, into his chest, burying his face in the crook of Tooru’s neck. He exhales in a shudder that carries through his entire body, and it’s like all the tension that was left seeps out of him then, leaving him to melt into Tooru’s embrace.
“I’ve got you,” Tooru mumbles, bringing his arms up around him. Hajime burrows closer, entwining their legs, fingers clenching over Tooru’s shirt. He might be crying again, small hiccups interrupting his breaths.
Tooru waits him out, holds him close. Knows that he’ll talk if he needs to. That he trusts him.
[Hajime, stepping closer, unable to stop the grin spreading across his face.
“…reminded me of you,” he says, with a shrug that’s supposed to be nonchalant, maybe, but his eyes give him away.
He’s been thinking about this for a long time.
“…you saying I’m like stars, Iwa-chan?” Tooru whispers, in spite of himself. He already feels the emptiness fading, replaced by something fuzzy and warm.
He doesn’t hold out his hands, but he doesn’t stop Hajime either when he reaches the edge of the bed and drops the lights over Tooru’s head, tangling him up in them.
Hajime huffs out a laugh, fingers brushing Tooru’s hair.
“…glowing,” he says, like that explains everything.
Glowing.]
“…Tooru.”
He shifts, lips brushing Hajime’s forehead.
“Hm?”
“…today fucking sucked.”
His voice is still small, but there’s just a hint of indignation there, too. It’s gonna be okay.
“Yeah?”
Hajime hums, but doesn’t elaborate. He shifts his weight, nuzzling closer, lets out a sigh. And then-
“Tooru?”
“Yeah?”
He shuffles closer, pressing a kiss to his collar bone. Not much, just a brush of his lips.
“…thank you.”
It’s enough.
ao3
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2018 end of year banquet day and lead up to it
with two posts in a row like about sean and last one mentioning the end of year banquet I reminded myself of the 2018 end of year banquet which is quite possibly the best day of my life so far
its important to note that it was a very rainy summer and I only had one pair of sneakers and one pair of shower shoes
since it was so rainy and its a scout camp not a resort camp kinda thing there were huge puddles everywhere which the kids loved but I had to walk through several large puddles several times a day to get to the nature lodge and remember, I only have sneakers so I ended up getting trench foot (2018s thing, every year has a health thing) and me being me I didn't do anything about it except eventually start limping bc it hurt too much otherwise but my last work project the day before the end of year banquet day was my aunt (lake director at the time) and I carrying the fire stations (essentially 2x4 basket holding a rake, a shovel, and a bucket or two) from campsites to the trails and I got to the last one before I couldn't ignore it anymore so im 5′2″ barely 110lbs and the fire stations were pretty darn heavy so I couldn't limp for fear of breaking my ankle or smth so I walked normally but it hurt so much that when I set it down I cried and it took a bit for me to stop and explain what was happening so my aunt took me to the health officer and he told me what it was and what I had to do and I got to shower in the health lodge (which was amazing bc while the staff showers are clean enough they are nothing compared to the health lodge shower that also had hot and cold handles instead of the preset temp six second buttons that the staff showers and pool house showers have) but I had to keep my feet dry and clean so I had to stay in the dining hall all day the next day to set up for the banquet
banquet day which I did but I was getting a little stir-crazy stuck in dhall all day when camp is my only freedom and im so used to being outside and working there so my brain was a little confused like yo this is camp not school I shouldn't be stuck in one building for half my day so when we needed more lights from hart lodge I literally jumped at the opportunity to leave it was drizzling when I left the dining hall but hart lodge is like five minutes away and there was supposed to be a work crew there that could let me in but I took the road bc its shorter and flatter instead of the trail and the crew mustve taken the trail at the same time bc when I got there, no one was around and like I said I was going a little stir-crazy earlier and felt like I needed to do smth wild so I came to the conclusion to break into hart lodge to get the lights instead of walking five minutes to get someone with the keys to just let me in and no one was around so I was think aloud and the moment I decided to just break in, it started to pour and I mean that seems like a sign to not do it right well I was going to anyway and not too long after I started to try, my boss (the favorite adult) and another co-worker showed up bc they needed smth from hart lodge and they had the keys so they let me in and I returned to dhall soaking wet (in a white t-shirt and my boss told my aunt cause he was a little concerned with my attire as a young girl essentially wearing a see through shirt surrounded by a bunch of teen boys and she came to me about it saying he was concerned and I didn't even realize bc I didn't know what I looked like it hadn't occurred to me but im glad I don't get embarrassed easily) to string the lights and finish everything there and when all work projects were done, we had some free time before the banquet so I told sean, my bsf, that I wanted to break into hart lodge and seans down to do anything so we go to hart lodge to break in but we didn't plan ahead we just had whatever was on us which wasnt much at all (it was staff week so we didn't have to wear class b so I was in a t-shirt and exercise shorts with no pockets so the only thing I had on me was my spider knife clipped to the hem of my shorts) our first thought was to walk up the roof of the basement that conveniently started a few inches from the ground (its on a hill) and try to get into one of the windows from there but that didn't work now admin was going through some things and the interim camp director had done a cleansing of hart lodge which previously was just a big place for whatever needed storing and that cleansing brought out a lot of stuff to sit in front of the lodge until we got the big metal trash box the next day so I grabbed a plastic crate to put on top of a wooded chest I had rolled down earlier to a single floor outset room with a lower roof than the rest of the building that was three floors and it got me like three feet higher but before I could figure out how to actually get on the roof from there, sean made me get down see our relationship is that he’ll make me get down from the crate on top of the chest so I don't hurt myself and then two minutes later place me in a puddle when im getting over trench foot and eventually we gave up trying (though I don't think sean ever really tried to break in bc I fully believe he could with no trouble, I think he just came along bc I was excited about trying) and we sat in the west qm shed which is actually the wood shed and we talked for a while now you might've noticed I said banquet day but I haven't talked about the banquet don't worry, its coming faster than you think as it did for us because as we sat in the shed, we heard the drums for evening colors so evening colors is the daily ceremony where we lower the flags before dinner and colors is in class a and the banquet, a very important and quite formal event, is also in class a and the drums are camp band signifying the start of colors and if u remember, sean and I arent even in class b and we had no idea what time it was bc neither of us had a watch or our phones but colors is starting so we got up and bolted to the staff site to change and class a is supposed to be sneakers or boots with bsa socks, bsa shorts or pants, bsa belt, any scout shirt, and a specific bsa shirt buttoned over that with the shirts tucked in and everything neat (and most camp staff girls do smth nice with their hair) and neither of us had any of that on and the girls cabin is a quarter mile from the rest of camp so I kept a bag in seans shack with my shower stuff and class a and anything else I might need during to day so I don't waste time going back to korman so we speed changed (yes I am a girl, yes sean is a boy, yes we changed in front of each other, no we didn't stripe to do so, no were not dating, no we wont be, were just close friends who were rushed and comfortable enough with each other) (but that's really frowned upon so if bsa asks this was a piece of creative writing) (think for legal reasons, this is a joke) and we sprinted to the wall for colors and halfway there sean said he forgot his belt and turned around to get it, he did not end up on the wall for colors but I went out a stood at the end, next to my director (my boss, favorite adult) who questioned why I was late so its a good thing sean decided not to get on the wall next to me bc the majority of camp staff was already convinced we were fucking even though I was dating someone else who was also at camp (ha ha part of the reason I broke up with him was bc he was  jealous of sean though I only know him bc of sean and he was jealous of some of my other guy friends at camp though male staff outnumbered female staff that year like 6 to 1 so idk what he was expecting but anyway were close friends now so its chill) but we ended up sitting together at the banquet and I don't really remember what we ate but after eating, a co-worker put a Styrofoam bowl full of whipped cream onto my directors head (I feel like I cant call him my boss in this situation bc while he is my boss, his boss and his boss’s boss were also present) now my director was in the middle of a conversation with one of the important camp guests and while covered with whipped cream, he shook the other mans hand and said ‘it was nice talking to you, if youll excuse me...” and bolted after the co-worker who ran out the door now both of these men are like 6 foot 200 lbs and they don't often run so ofc all of staff followed and they tousled for a bit then kinda got over it and when we all walked back in, the spring had torn from the door so sean got up to get screws and a drill and fix it in the meantime, my director retaliated with two cans of whipped cream directly in the co-workers hair see when my director got hit, he easily wiped it off bc he shaves his head weekly but the co-worker has lots of bushy hair that whipped cream likes to stick to and by the time sean finished with the door, his seat was taken as well as all the other seats at our table so we shared a seat as he ate a bowlful of blocks of butter (much to my protests) and we watched the video of the year and the award giving portion of the banquet began now the co-worker who “pied” my director tried again but on the camp commissioner instead who was the sweetest, most adorable person but he failed as my director stepped seemingly out of nowhere and at the last second, slapped the whipped cream bowl into the co-workers face the rest of the banquet continued without interruption which wasnt hard as it ended soon after which brings us to the post-banquet staff swim its supposed to be a surprise to first years but someone usually forgets and they all find out anyway but it goes like this we take everything out of our pockets and some people take off their socks and shoes and all the staff climb up on the wall we stand on for colors (its like four inches at the lowest and four feet at the highest) and I love standing at the highest part because we get called by how many years weve been on staff and you jump off the wall and race across the parade field to the open gates of the pool and jump in, in class a and we all swim around for a bit playing I have your hat which is an imitation game where someone calls out “I have ___’s hat” and tosses it and whoever catches it, imitates that person theyre usually really funny but occasionally someone says smth that doesn't make sense but no ones mean and its really nice then we showered and hung out for a bit before going back to korman to sleep 
the end
ps I was going to write a post after this on the 2019 banquet but now its like 4:30am and that's a good time to go to sleep so I might write about it tmw 
pps I really said “if bsa asks this was a piece of creative writing” talking about changing in front of a friend when I spent 17 lines beforehand on breaking into a bsa building and didn't even think that that might be something that's also frowned upon, perhaps more
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