#Camping AU

[charlie-jl]

Marauders camping au!!

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[laur-the-cat-prince]

camping modern AU. if anyone wants to write the fic you get my whole heart 💜

[liillyliilly]

How To Set Up A Tent 101

ushijima wakatoshi x reader words; 1352 synopsis; When all else fails, Y/n and Ushijima can still try their best to set up a tent.

Y/n really was lost when it came to setting up the tent she and Ushijima had to use. It was an unfortunate situation, really. As often as Shiratorizawa gave their students weeks off school, they also often did week long camping trips according to clubs and team sports.

Y/n wasn’t meant to share a tent with Ushijima, the captain of the boys’ volleyball team. Seeing as all the other girls in the Shiratorizawa journalism club had already been paired up and had their tents Y/n was shoved off to the Shiratorizawa boys’ volleyball club to ask if they had an extra tent she could use.

After clearing her throat several times, she asked Coach Washijō if he had an extra tent. “Excuse me, Coach Washijō but do you have an extra tent? The Journalism club forgot to pack an extra one.” She rubbed the back of her neck as the old Coach gave her a sour look but called Ushijima over.

“Ushijima-san, you were planning on having your own tent correct?” Coach Washijō asked, his back hunched over to make him look like the villain of a kids’ fairytale. Ushijima gave a nod. Coach Washijō raised his eyebrows and clapped his hands together. “Okay then, L/n-san, you can share with Ushijima-san.”

When she went to disagree, the coach just gave her a warning glare. “I do not have time to deal with this situation any longer.” As he walked away, Y/n couldn’t help but mimic him.

“I do not have time to deal with this situation any longer.” She imitated, lowering her voice and puckering her face up so that it was comparable to his tart expression. Then she dropped what she was doing and turned to Ushijima, she slapped a hand over her mouth. “Please don’t say anything.”

To her surprise, Ushijima chuckled, “You do a much better impression than Tendou can.” When Ushijima started walking away to the bus where all the camping materials were stored, he looked behind him and motioned for Y/n to follow him. Although she felt like a small puppy trailing after a giant, she still went along.

When Ushijima was able to pull the tent out of the back of the bus single handedly, Y/n swallowed thickly before carrying two sleeping bags and waddling after Ushijima since the bags were much larger than expected and hid her line of sight. When Ushijima set down the tent on a dry spot underneath a large evergreen tree, Y/n set down the sleeping bags against the trunk of the tree.

“Do you know how to set the tent up?” She questioned.

“No.” Ushijima admitted. If he was being honest, this was not an ample situation to be in for himself. Even though he prided himself on being reliable and giving a stong feeling of security to others, he always wanted to be the one to solely provide that to Y/n. So, he felt his confidence weaken at the fact that he didn’t know how to set up something so simple as a tent.

Even though they acted awkward around each other, the two had known each other longer than most Shiratorizawa students. Growing up on the same street, Ushijima often spent his time outside practicing volleyball against the brick wall of a small candy shop. The same candy shop that Y/n’s grandmother owned. She would sit outside on the bench with a notebook, asking Ushijima random questions and then writing down his answers.

And then the next day, she would share the miniature article that she had written, featuring what she liked to call “The Rising Volleyball Star Ushiwaka” while Ushijima continued to bounce the volleyball against the wall.

That was how they spent their summers, alone, but at the same time, together.

When Ushijima got accepted to Shiratorizawa, he raced to the candy shop, where Y/n was inevitably sitting and writing things down. “What Junior High do you plan on attending?” He asked, intent on her answer.

“Shiratorizawa accepted me based on the Journalism stuff they saw I had written.” She said while swinging her legs back and forth, since she wasn’t tall enough to have her feet reach the ground from the bench. It was at that moment, Ushijima felt true relief.

“I don’t know how to set up a tent either, but I'm sure we can figure it out.” She said, dusting off her hands and then putting them on her hips in a confident stance.

“Together?” Ushijima asked for a small affirmation.

“Of course!”

Soon, the pair was sitting on the grass, Ushijima was trying to put two metal rods together as Y/n flipped through an instruction manual rapidly. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before setting down the booket and crawling over to Ushijima. Putting her hands over his, she twisted one of the rods and eventually it clicked against the other one.

When she let out a small laugh and pumped her fists excitedly, Ushijima wanted to do whatever he could just to see her act like that again. Eventually, after spending the rest of the day figuring out how to set the tent up, Ushijima and Y/n took a step back to admire their handiwork.

A large purple tent, suitable for perhaps one person to sleep comfortably laid under the tree. To Tendou Satori, a camping pro, it was probably the worst made tent he had ever seen. But seeing his best friend celebrate with the only girl he would actually talk about for longer than a passing comment, Tendou felt satisfied in the accomplishment before him.

“High five!” Y/n eagerly remarked. Ushijima held back a smile as he lifted his hand up above his head. Y/n rolled her eyes but tried her best to give him a high five despite the height difference of their hands. Y/n started jumping up and down to try and reach Ushijima’s hand.

“Aw, c’mon!” She complained. Ushijima lowered his hand and Y/n happily gave him a high five, when she looked up to him with a scrunched-up face due to her blinding smile, the corners of her eyes winkled and her cheeks mushed up, Ushijima ruffled her hair. Leaving Y/n to purse her lips and shake her head at him.

Later that night, the temperature dropped way below what was assumed to be the normal temperature for a summer night. Y/n only had her sleeping bag, and one blanket tucked around her legs. Her breath came out in white mists, and she could hardly even see it through the cover of inky dark nightime.

Her fingers felt bitten by the cold, and her ears were freezing, she wholly believed that her face would not last the entire night in this cold.

It just so happened that the heating pads for this particular tent had been detached by none other than Tendou Satori earlier that day, claiming he needed extra warmth if he was going to be sharing a tent with an emotionally cold Shirabu. Only, Ushijima had neglected to pay attention to Tendou's antic because he was been too busy watching Y/N mess around with her fellow journalism club members by shoving each other into the lake.

Her body felt chill to the bone. Icy and cold she tried to warm her hands up by rubbing them together. Shuffling around in her sleeping bag she cuddled into herself to conserve any form of warmth. Ushijima rubs his eyes, before mumbling an incomprehensible statement and pulling her into him. Ushijima stuck his arm out of his sleeping bag and pulled his blanket over Y/n as well. Y/n just stiffened her whole body at all the sudden touch.

“Um, Ushijima.” She whispered. When he didn’t respond, she realized that he was asleep. Soft snores and the feeling of his chest moving up and down against her back helped to slowly drift Y/n off to her own slumber.

They woke up, their limbs were entangled and their hearts were entwined.

[ivyodessa]

It's the longest day of the year and Eddie & Chrissy are going camping

[littledancer9]

It’s Always Yes with you

Chapter 3: Yeah, I Had Fun

A collab with and mood boards by: @axdragons

It’s finally here!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you to my partner in crime @axdragons for the mood boards and the motivation. Writing these crazy kids to fit the imagery you gave is so fun and I’ll be sad when their journey is over. Cheers to Chapter 3!

Jon smiled wistfully, eyes shining when he looked at Dany. “Yup. We’ll load up all five of them to camp by the river every summer. The only thing to do inside will be reading Us Weekly from August 2005.”

Dany’s smile dropped. “Five? Who the hell wants to be pregnant five times?” She touched her flat stomach, terrified of a future where it would stretch to something different.

Jon sat up straight with a mischievous smile. “Don’t worry. You’ll only be pregnant four times. We’ll have twins.”

“Twins!” She set her sketchpad to her side. “Jon Snow! Don’t put something like that out there. It might actually happen to me.”

“Good. I want twins.”

Dany scrubbed her eyes, envisioning a life with double strollers, double cribs, and double babies with tufts of silver hair while Jon laughed. Kids? Wasn’t she still a kid?

Check it out on AO3!!

[little-annie]

⛺️ for WIP Weekend please?

Come make me write!

His car's packed to the brim with the likes of Robin, Nancy and the majority of the week's camping gear. Jon and Argyle have most of the kids with them, and according to a far too early phone call from Dustin this morning, Eddie has the rest.

Those of whom, they're still waiting for.

Steve drums his hands on the red steering wheel of the Beemer while Queen plays in the background and he watches in the reflection of the rear view mirror for Eddie's arrival.

Already twenty minutes late, which definitely isn't a great start.

But just as Robin has grown fidgety and restless next to him, Steve sees the white and red van come drifting around the corner. And there, driving like a bat out of hell and coming to a screeching halt just mere feet from Steve's own bumper, is Eddie Munson.

And Oh.

Um.

Well, Steve never thought a man could be pretty, but now…

[bigalockwood]

Ooh, camping AU and Simon vs the Queen!

Thanks for asking!!

Ok, first Simon vs. the Queen (also asked by @peakotp):

This is only a rough idea. I know this doesn't really fit canon and Simon, but I think a confrontation between the Queen and Simon would be hilarious. Simon and Wille are visiting the palace, and for some reason they end up in a room alone together (very different outcome than if this was Wille and Simon). She starts to talk about responsibility and Wille's role etc. and Simon stands up for their relationship and somehow makes her see reason. It ends with the Queen giving them more support. (As you can see this one is very unfinished and not even somewhat thought through). (Which is why I don't even have a snippet to share).

Camping AU:

A camping trip that doesn't start or end how any of the people involved expected.

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It had been an exceptionally hot day, Wille argued with himself. Above average warm, at the very least. Had he had enough to drink? He couldn’t remember. His mind was rather blank just now, except for a damning agglomeration of realizations, like that there was a water drop making its way down the man’s chest, slowly closing in on his swim shorts, which Wille thought sat unfairly low on his hips. His hips looked like they were made to fit Wille’s hands exactly. There were also his curls, wet and a bit messy, dripping even more water, the droplets running in rivulets along the edges of his perfectly sculpted face. He was talking, Wille realized, and he didn’t appear particularly happy. His lips looked very red. He was godlike, the lean shape of his body attractive in a way Wille had never experienced. Wille was feeling rather thirsty."

[hood-ex]

So anyway I need a dickroy camping fic where Roy accidentally spills his water all over his sleeping bag and then has to go pester Dick to share his sleeping bag with him.

[ronni-right]

Camping & summer holidays AU

It's summer holidays. And they always spend a week on the lake in August. It's just them, Targaryens, Velaryons and Strongs families.

Young Daemon and young Rhaenyra are always sneaking out to make out.

[karizard-ao3]

Oh MYYYY I wasn’t expecting a whole camping setup

I was gonna ask about some Asushin shenanigans though !!

Hmmmm Asushin shenanigans. I imagine that Asuka keeps abandoning whatever she's working on with Misato to come over and critique Shinji and throw herself at Kaji. Misato has to keep coming over to drag her away. Shinji looks all depressed to Kaji takes him off to have a man to man talk (perhaps that is how they end up going fishing and berry picking??) and Kaji gives him some very expert advice on women and how to talk to them.

Meanwhile, Misato has a talk with Asuka about the hedgehog's dilemma and maybe not being so prickly.

When they get back, Shinji goes up to Asuka and does something very slutty and Kaji-esque, which knocks her socks off. She attempts to be sweet (maybe she cleans his ears for him 😭). In any case, at some point they end up getting in the hammock together (IN A PG WAY because everyone is around) and do something ridiculously coupley until Shinji pisses her off again.

[its-the-cat-queen]

Another Camping AU snippet I forgot to post here. Virgil's a very dedicated lumberjack, but sometimes he gets... distracted.

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[techno-foxx-comixx]

Mail ✉️

[macolethings]

The Woods Are My Home

Summary: Lexa has spent months planning the perfect weekend camping getaway so she can propose to Clarke at sunset on a cliffside. But, just like her life, the universe seems to have other plans, and Lexa realizes that perfection cannot be planned.

Continue the One Shot below or Read here or on ao3

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Lexa had always loved the woods. It was the mix of the petrichor and pine smells, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, the calming colors, and the serenity of it all. Today, she was hoping to add “beautiful memories” to that list, if she could just get this damn tire changed.

“Do you need help, stud?” Clarke asked.

Lexa stood on the crow bar, attempting to loosen the lug nuts that were keeping the blown tire stuck on the truck. “I don’t know what monster tightened this so much, but it isn’t budging.” She huffed as she gave a small hop to add some extra weight to it, eventually knocking it loose. “Finally,” she said before looking up to the blue eyes she loved. “I got it, Clarke. Don’t worry, you’re supposed to be relaxing this weekend.”

“We’re supposed to be relaxing, this weekend, if I recall correctly,” she corrected. “Come on, let me help,” Clarke offered one final time.

Lexa gave in, asking her to roll the spare over, and the two of them were eventually on the road again. It took a few more hours before they finally reached a secluded site off a Forest Road. The roads were not maintained and required a high clearance vehicle. Lexa knew the roads from her job as a volunteer for the Polis Search and Rescue Team. She taught the specialized skills required for the job to those in Arkadia and other departments across the country after being medically discharged from her job as an Air Force Pararescue Jumper (PJ).

The site was perfect. Soft pine needles cushioned the small circular clearing. A few trees gave cover in case the 17% chance of rain decided to surprise them. And the sparsity of the trees allowed front row seating to the night sky. As she stepped out of the car, she could smell the fresh pine as the sun heated it, releasing the glorious scent. She took a deep breath, settling herself from the bad start to her perfectly planned trip and mentally preparing herself for what could be the biggest moment of her life thus far.

“You alright?” She felt her favorite pair of arms wrap around her from behind and place a kiss on her shoulder. Turning her head slightly, she gave a quick peck to Clarke’s forehead and smiled. “Of course, I am. I’m in my favorite place in the world, with my favorite person in the world. There isn’t much that could make this better.”

“What about your favorite beer as we sit by the creek for just a bit before setting up,” Clarke suggested, giving her one more kiss before stepping away to start grab drinks.

“You know me so well,” Lexa said in a mockingly dreamy tone as she placed her hands over her heart. “How’d a woman like me get so lucky?” she joked.

The creek had been rejuvenating. The cool water ran over their feet as they sat on the bank, holding hands, and drinking their beers. Clarke tried to pry details out of Lexa about the hike they were going on the next day, but Lexa was adamant about keeping it a secret. “I told you how I found it. That’s all I’m telling you.”

The remainder of the evening passed quickly. Between having to wait till after work to start the drive and losing time to the blown tire, there wasn’t much time to enjoy their setup. Although they did make sure to stay up by the fire for a while to just stare at the stars while in each other’s presence.

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A thunderous boom cracked from the west as they finished up breakfast late the next morning. “Of course, you would,” Lexa internally scolded the universe. She knew there was a small chance of rain, minuscule some would say, but in all her planning there had been no mention of thunderstorms. Rain, they could handle, even hike in if necessary to reach the cliffside in time. But Lexa would not risk their lives with lightning.

Not wanting to give away her disappointment in having something else ruin this special weekend, she settled her face before turning towards Clarke and standing. “We should go hang out in the truck until the thunderstorm passes.” She helped Clarke out of her seat and the two of them did a quick grab of the chairs, coffee, and trash before jumping into the truck. The huff she let out as she settled into her seat must have been louder than anticipated. A tender hand came and rested on face, a soft thumb stroking the side of her face.

“Hey baby,” Clarke whispered, calling to her. “I’m sorry our trip out here hasn’t started out so well,” she commented. “I know how much you were looking forward to getting away from life for a few days and just be.” Lexa hummed and nodded, letting Clarke know she heard her.

“Once this goes away,” Clarke continued, “we’ll start our hike.” She pulled her hand from Lexa’s face and reached into the glove box, pulling out the travel Cribbage set Lexa kept in the car.

“Until then, we might as well kill some time.” She waggled the set at Lexa, smiling. “It’s what it’s here for, right?”

The game was a good idea. Not only did it take Lexa’s mind off the storm, it also cheered her up. Playing games was one of the things her and Clarke loved to do together. When she was deployed, they would sometimes play Yahtzee together. Each had their own set and they’d play over Facetime. When together, Cribbage was their go to game.

They started playing the game when Lexa was stuck in the hospital after her helicopter had been attacked during a rescue gone wrong. She had been shot in the shoulder, and broke one of her legs jumping out of the it before it crashed down. The doctors were worried about infections due to the time she was stuck in the field, as well as the humid, sweat drenching terrain they had been stuck in. Lexa, active by nature, was going stir crazy laying in the hospital. Her wonderful girlfriend, her Clarke, had tried so hard to make sure she didn’t feel alone or bored. That’s when the suggestion of games came about, and thus was born their Cribbage addiction.

Three games and a short nap later, the clouds had departed and the sun was shining. It was as if the universe realized it had wronged them and was gifting a peace offering to Lexa. Trying hard to put the past events behind her, she prepped her backpack for the trip. Blanket, check. First aid kit, check. Water, check. Candles, check. Mini champagnes, check. And most importantly, ring, check. She opened the crushed blue velvet box to look at the ring one last time. It was a simple, white gold ring, with small diamonds inlaid into the band, and a small, raised, round diamond in the center. Clarke had mentioned long ago that she had no want for a large ring; she didn’t want it to get in the way of work or life. So, Lexa went with simple, small, but elegant.

Clarke popped her head into the tent, Lexa quickly shutting and palming the box in her fist. “You ready to go, Lex? I’ve got the food, my water, sweatshirts, and my first aid kit. Anything else I need?” she inquired.

Lexa shook her head and placed the ring back into her bag. “I’m all good.”

The hike started out great. The path was surrounded by the giant trees she loved, yet the rays from the sun were still able to sneak their way through the breaks in the canopy. Birds had come out of hiding, chirping away and playing in the water. Lexa’s hand was entwined with Clarke’s, the two of them enjoying the quiet walk and each other’s company. Quick glances and small smiles were exchanged as they climbed their way over the gravely terrain.

The storm had been more about lightning and thunder than rain, and the gravel made for easy walking. They were almost half way to the spot and making good time. Lexa would have to rearrange her plan slightly, but the most important part was still in place. By the time the sunset was over, she would hopefully be sipping champagne with her fiancé. A loud yelp brought her out of her thoughts. She turned around to watch Clarke struggle on a random patch of slippery clay and completely lose her footing.

She rushed towards her. “Shit,” Lexa bellowed, kneeling next to her. “Are you alright, Clarke?” She looked down, noting the woman grabbing at her ankle and the pain radiating over her face.

Lexa slowly lifted Clarke’s hands away, “let me take a look at it, baby.” Clarke nodded and gave Lexa free reign; she knew she was in great hands.

“I don’t think it’s broken,” Lexa said after careful observation. “It’s swollen, but there’s no sign of a break.” Lexa’s face showed only concern. Her proposal plans were definitely off now, but she was more worried about her love being in pain. “I’m going to press a little bit to see if it can take any weight.” She gave it a slight push, intently watching Clarke’s face for any sign of pain. A quick grimace told Lexa that Clarke should not be walking back down.

“I’m sorry, Lexa.” She heard Clarke say through gritted teeth.

“Please, Clarke. I’m sorry this happened to you.” She tried to give her an assuring smile but failed. “Let’s get this splinted and wrapped so we can get you back down to camp.” She left no room for argument.

Between the two of them, Clarke having been a paramedic for a few years, the leg was immobilized and they were ready to make their way back down the path. “I’m going to carry you down on my back,” Lexa told Clarke.

“Lexa, I’m not going to do that. It’s not good for your leg and you could slip with me throwing your balance off” Clarke argued.

“It’ll be fine, Clarke. We just started on the upward slope not long ago.” She rolled her eyes. “Plus, I’m cleared for rescues. Let me rescue you,” she pleaded. Lexa felt safter knowing most of the path down was embedded with gravel sized rock, allowing for great traction.

Lexa knew Clarke was fully aware there weren’t many options. It was either be carried, throw her arm over Lexa’s shoulder and hobble down together, or stay put. Finally, Lexa heard Clarke groan. “Fine.” Lexa smiled, lifted her carefully, and got Clarke settled on her back.

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Thanks to her job, Lexa was extremely fit. She had grown up playing sports, one being trail running. Her fitness level exploded when she became a PJ. The career field had been dominated by men for decades. When she started the pipeline to become a PJ, the Air Force had just started giving women the chance to attempt to join the elite force. The first woman through, Indra Groves, had finished fourth in her class and inspired Lexa to become a PJ herself. A fellow teammate from high school, Anya, had graduated second in her class from PJ School. When Anya found out Lexa was going attempting to become a PJ, she offered her any help she could so Lexa could finish at the top of her class. Which she did, with Anya and Clarke’s help.

That life had all came crashing down, along with their helicopter. They lost two of their crew that day. The pilot and co-pilot gave their lives holding onto the controls as long as possible, allowing the others a chance to bail. Anya, Lincoln, Lexa, and Roan had all made it out alive, but very much worse for wear.

Lexa’s leg started to ache shortly before arriving to their campsite. She didn’t lie to Clarke; she had been cleared for rescue missions. But she left out the part where the doc said it could still take a toll on her body and that she needed to weigh every rescue with the potential for days of pain as she recovered. Lexa had listened, but she would always put Clarke first.

Together, the two sat Clarke down into the tent as darkness started to cover the skies. Lexa grunted as she knelt down, causing Clarke to raise her eyebrow as she raked her eyes over Lexa’s body. “How’s your leg doing, Commander?” Crap. That nickname had been given to her by Anya after Lexa had become a bit too commanding on their first mission, especially considering she was the newest to the team. Clarke used the name sparingly, and normally as a tease, which meant Clarke was onto her.

Lexa could try to lie, but she didn’t want to. Not only that, but just like Clarke could read her body, she could also read all her subtle expressions. There was no way out of this. “Hurts,” she stated, nonchalantly.

“Uh-huh.” Clarke rolled her eyes. Lexa knew that look. She was in trouble. Clarke must have been able to see her distress because she let it go. But Lexa could no longer let it go.

“Let’s get your leg propped up on these,” she instructed while grabbing their pillows. “She reached into her bag, grabbed the ice pack, and activated it with a quick crack. “If you’ll be alright for 10 minutes, I need to clear my head.”

“I’m sure I can manage,” Clarke confirmed. “It’s been a while since my paramedic days, but I still remember the basics.” She winked at Lexa. “Go. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

Lexa felt bad leaving, but she needed to pull herself together, and to do that she needed to let these feelings settle over her so she could deal with them head on. Lexa knew that no life was perfect, but she thought that her dues had been paid. Yes, her life was good. She loved her job, had great friends, and had found the love of her life. But it had in no way been perfect, personally, career wise, or in her relationship with Clarke. She traipsed through the woods as she thought back on her life with Clarke, and how they got to this point.

She had met Clarke while training in Arkadia to become a PJ. After making it through all the military training and testing, she had to learn how to save lives. They were taught to manage trauma patients prior to evacuation and provide emergency medical treatment. They practiced in simulated life or death situations, and were required to do an extensive number of hours as a paramedic in the city. On one of her first nights, she was dumbstruck by a beautiful, sarcastic, and wickedly smart woman who commanded the paramedic team. She had introduced herself as Clarke, to which Lexa’s dumbass could only respond with, “I was expecting a dude.”

Never had she felt so stupid. She avoided the team as much as possible that night, keeping to herself whenever they weren’t saving a life. At the end of the shift, Clarke pulled her aside to make sure Lexa was alright. “I know the first few shifts can be rough, but you’ll get used to it,” Clarke had told her, clearly misreading the situation. Lexa wasn’t scared, just distracted by the woman. She knew she had to pull herself together. She told her she would do better, and Clarke promised to teach her everything she knew. And she had. Clarke’s knowledge was extensive. She had started out in medical school but lost interest as time went one. However, she retained everything she’d learnt and had more saves than any other paramedic team in the city. Lexa’s military skills and the medical knowledge she learned from Clarke had her graduating number one in her class.

They were able to date for seven months while Lexa waited for her first assignment. Clarke and Lexa’s relationship grew and the two were inseparable, talking about their lifelong future. They met each other’s parents and made plans for the inevitable long-distance relationship. As luck would have it, Lexa was assigned to a base in Polis six hours away from Arkadia. Anya was also assigned to the base. Their unit, being so close to the coast, saved lives those the Coast Guard couldn’t reach, and led forest rescues, especially during fire season. Clarke had moved out there eight months later.

After the crash on her first deployment, Lexa’s life had been changed forever. She was struggling through physical therapy after the crash. The immobility and slow progress made her furious. Going from being a fitness guru to not being able to walk was soul crushing. Her anger was sometimes taken out on Clarke, who took it for a while before finally telling Lexa that she wouldn’t stay around to be her punching bag. Her therapist eventually suggested couples counseling, and just like her body, their relationship eventually became strong again.

Lexa sighed to herself. Her and Clarke had been through so much, but they always managed to heal together. She knew that if she wanted to finally feel better, she would have to lean on Clarke. But it would be a balancing act of being honest without giving away her intentions for this weekend. Looking at her watch, she panicked. It had been 45 minutes, much longer than Lexa had told Clarke to expect. What if something had happened?

As she ran back, she noticed an odd light coming from the tent. It wasn’t as bright at the lantern they normally used, and it had a flicker to it. Opening the tent flap, her breath hitched in her throat. “Clarke,” she awed. All around the tent, Lexa’s battery powered candles she had planned to use at the cliffside flickered. In the middle, on one knee with the other leg propped up behind her was Clarke. She wasn’t sure how she managed to get into that position. Lexa slowly made her way in, keeping her eyes on Clarke’s face. She watched as a watery smile appeared across her face. “Clarke, what is this?”

“Lexa, I can see how upset this weekend has made you, but I couldn’t figure out why some storms and a few accidents would set you off so much. But then, I realized why you were trying so hard for the perfect weekend.” Clarke adjusted a little, and Lexa bent down to help steady her. “Our life has suffered its ups and downs, just like this trip. But with you by my side, everything is perfect. Stranded in an airport, losing our luggage on our first trip, having to share a twin bed at my grandparents’ house; all those memories are precious to me because they’re with you.” She watched as Clarke pulled a small crushed velvet box out of a backpack. It took Lexa a second to realize that the box Clarke held was crimson though, not blue. Her heart started pounding as it settled in what Clarke was doing. “I have waited years for this moment, and months to get you here to the woods again. Because, while the woods are your home, Lexa Woods, you are my home. You will always be my home, and I would love nothing more than to marry you. Will you marry me, Lexa.”

Tears were streaming down Lexa’s face. Never in a million years had she seen this coming. Yet this wonderful woman had taken another shitty situation and turned it upside down. Lexa didn’t even care in this moment that she wasn’t the one to ask. The woman she loved had taken it upon herself to try to fix everything and in the process mended her heart with one simple question.

“Yes.” She couldn’t get the additional words out as she started to cry, but pulled herself together. “I would love to be your wife, Clarke.”

Clarke reached up with her free hand, wiped the tears from one side of her face, and kissed her softly. “I love you, Lexa. We are a team, always.” Clarke gently grabbed her left hand and placed the ring onto her finger.

Lexa nodded, and rested her forehead against Clarke’s. They took a few seconds to just breathe one another in. “We should celebrate,” she said after her heart settled. “But first, you need to sit back down properly or that ankle is going to swell up even more.” Clarke nodded her affirmation before Lexa settled her back down and grabbed a few things from her bag. She held the two small bottles of champagne in one hand, and the ring hidden in the other.

“Before we celebrate, I have one clarification to what you said.” She stroked Clarke’s hand as she spoke. “You mentioned that the woods are my home. And while they have almost always been a place of peace for me, YOU are my home, Clarke. A home I want to have forever.” She opened up her fist to reveal the ring. Clarke gasped upon seeing it. It was gorgeous.

“Always,” Clarke vowed before kissing her again.

The two toasted each other, and to their future. Drunk off their happiness, they started making outlandish plans for the wedding before spending the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms as they reminisced about their life together. It may not have been the perfect weekend Lexa had planned, but the weekend had ended perfectly.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Heyy Jess for the prompt game can you do list #72 numbers 6&7 with established relationship bf!changbin x gf!reader??🫶🏼🍓

SKZ PROMPT GAME

Prompts: "The only thing that never disappoints, is your ability to disappoint."

"You're incredible." "Aw thanks!" "Not a compliment babe."

Member: Seo Changbin

Relationship: Established GF!FemReader x BF!Changbin

Genre: Fluff

"How sure are we that this is actually where we're supposed to be?" You question skeptically, stopping for a breather, adjusting the heavy backpack higher on your shoulders.

Your boyfriend looks up from the map, squinting at your surroundings for a minute, before he glances back at you from further up the trail, a long suffering expression on his face.

"C'mon, baby. Have I ever willingly led you astray before?"

You take a gulp from your water bottle and stare him down blankly.

"Are you sure you want me to answer that question?"

Changbin chuckles, and comes back to you, map still held loosely in one fist. He presses a quick kiss to the tip of your nose, and readjusts your sunhat on your head with a fond look.

"We're almost there. I promise."

You heave a sigh and hoist the backpack higher on your aching shoulders once more, nodding at him to continue.

"Fine. Lead the way."

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"Oh my god." You groan, several hours of hiking later, dropping the heavy backpack onto the pebbled shore of the lake with a thump and instantly collapsing down on the nearest stump. "You're a slave driver."

Changbin stands, peering over the lake, looking less than winded, and when he turns to you with a smile and cocked brow, you kind of want to punch him in the face.

"We made it before sunset though, yeah? Now all that's left is to set up camp, put up the tent, make a fire, cook some dinner-"

"Oh my god." You repeat again, lying back on the log and throwing a hand over your eyes. "I like camping and hiking as much as the next person, but all of that currently sounds entirely exhausting."

Changbin chuckles, and you hear his hiking boots crunch across the rocks toward you. His warm hand comes up to uncover your eyes, and you shoot him a halfhearted glare.

"Baby." He crouches down beside you, leaning forward to brush some stringy hair back from your forehead, his head cocked adorably. "I promise you, this is gonna be the best, most relaxing weekend ever. Just me and you."

You stare at him for a moment, his words settling over you, seeping into your bones, and finally, you let out a resigned sigh and say weakly, "You think they deliver pizza up here?"

Changbin laughs, patting your thigh, before he pushes himself to his feet again. "Not a chance."

You groan, and force yourself to stand and begin unpacking your backpack.

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A rumble of distant thunder rolls across the sky, and Changbin looks up from stoking the tiny fire with slight concern in his eyes, brow furrowed.

You follow his gaze, noting the rapidly gathering dark clouds across the lake.

"Yikes." You remark, pulling on your socks and shoes again now that your feet have been sufficiently warmed. "Someone isn't thrilled we're here."

Changbin slides his gaze to you, his expression confused. "What?"

You motion toward the incoming storm, the wind picking up, rustling your hair and threatening to put out Changbin's pathetic flame.

"The gods of the mountains or whatever. They're obviously pissed we decided to encroach on their sacred land." You lean forward and poke at the dwindling fire with a stick, watching the way the sparks jump.

"They're gonna demand a sacrifice now, because you know what they say, babe-" You hold up a finger and quote seriously, like you're repeating ancient lore. "-'Never go camping in the Gods' mountains without a prepared offering, an open heart, and a cleared schedule.'"

"That doesn't even rhyme." Changbin replies helplessly.

"It doesn't have to rhyme. It's Greek." You sniff back.

Changbin stares at you with a blank expression, a flash of lightning sweeping across his features, before he looks away, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You're incredible."

"Aw, thanks!" You hide a grin, tugging your jacket closer around you as the first few raindrops begin to fall.

Changbin sighs. "Not a compliment, babe."

A crash of thunder sounds right over your heads and has you scrambling for cover behind Changbin, your fingers gripping his coat as you duck your head into the safety of his back.

"Okay." You peer up cautiously, the rain starting to pelt your face. "We've done more than pissed them off."

"Fuck." Your boyfriend swears, abandoning the fire, quickly sizzling out in the oncoming rain, and glances out toward your campground, and the tent still wrapped up on the ground. "I knew we should've set up the tent first."

You yelp as a crack of lightning snaps across the lake. "Little late for that, babe. Let's just get it up now and get the hell inside."

Changbin stands, grabbing your hand and tucking it into the pocket of his jacket, before he leads you across the small clearing toward the waiting tent.

The rain is a downpour now, the sky thick with thunderous gray clouds, and taking a step into and against the howling wind feels like a herculean effort.

You all but close your eyes and let Changbin lead you where you need to go.

Reaching the tent, he crouches down and glances up at you, shoving a tent pole into your waiting hands.

"Start putting these together! I'll try and get the stakes in the ground!" He yells over the sound of the wind and thunder, and you nod, squinting your eyes as the rain blinds you, crouching down beside him to start putting tent poles together with numb fingers.

Another flash of lightning and Changbin has successfully unfolded the tent, but it's flapping wildly in the wind , like a captured animal trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Fuck." He swears, fighting with the billowing fabric, and you abandon your task to help him pin it to the ground.

"How do we set it up?" You call out over the sound of the storm, and Changbin stares down at the tent pinned beneath your bodies, curls dark and dripping, face wet with rain.

You try again. "Bin? What do we do?"

He glances up at you, eyes slightly wild. "I don't know! I haven't used this since last summer. I don't remember!"

You stare at him, mouth agape, and another boom of thunder has you frantically trying to shove a halfway finished tent pole into whatever slot of the tent you can find.

"It can't be that hard!" You reply back, more to yourself than anyone else, as you wrestle with the fabric and the pole, and succeed in only pinching one of your tingling fingers.

You swear, and drop the tent pole onto the downed tent, shooting a glare at the offending object.

The fabric is quickly growing heavy with pooled rain water.

"Fuck." Changbin swears again, and suddenly tugs the tent fabric out from beneath your bodies. He jerks his head toward the nearby towering pine trees and yells out, "C'mon! Help me get it over there!"

You duck your head against the wind, and both of you head toward the safety of the trees, the tent between you desperately trying to fly away in the wind.

You're panting and absolutely soaked by the time you reach the pines, and Changbin's hair is slicked flat against his head, the unruly curls heavy with water, his jacket dripping.

His chest heaves as you set the tent down and pin it with your feet, and you bemoan silently the puddles of water you can feel already gathering in your sopping sneakers.

"Well?" You ask, in a slightly more normal tone, the wind less noisy beneath the sheltering cover of the trees.

Changbin peers up into the threatening sky, slanting his gaze against the incoming rain.

When he looks back to you, his expression is resigned.

"We left all the rest of the tent shit over there." He motions with his head to the original scene of the struggle, and you instantly shake your head.

"No way. I'm not leaving these trees."

Changbin looks grim, staring down at the tattered tent fabric beneath your shoes.

"Right." He looks determined, glancing up at the dripping branches above your head. "We're gonna make a makeshift shelter with the fabric till the storm clears."

You stare at him.

He picks up his side of the heavy, wet tent, and with a sigh, you slowly do the same.

Following his lead, you string up the cumbersome fabric between three trees until it's sort of secure and makes a triangular, but shoddy, cover from the onslaught of the storm.

Changbin takes off his jacket and lays it on the wet, pine needle covered ground, before sliding back to position his back against a rough stump with a slight grimace.

You stand, staring at him, and he arches a brow, motioning for you to come to him.

"C'mere."

Reluctantly, you slide beneath the dripping, makeshift shelter, and settle in between his legs, leaning back against the warm strength of his chest.

His arms go around you, bare now that he's shed his jacket and is only wearing his damp t-shirt, and his skin is chilled from the rain, but you still feel warmer than before when he rests his chin on the top of your head.

"Well." He chuckles, and you feel the vibration through his chest against your back. "Definitely should've remembered the tent instructions."

You scoff, leaning your head back to glance up at him, smiling down at you.

You reach up and pat his cheek teasingly. "The only thing that never disappoints, is your ability to disappoint, babe."

"Yeah, yeah." He rolls his eyes and captures your hand, tugging it to his mouth as you squeal, lightly biting the tips of your fingers before he presses a kiss to your palm and releases you.

You glance out at the raging storm, and snuggle back against him.

"I dunno. It's kind of cozy."

Changbin snorts. "Yeah, because you have your jacket on still and you're not getting rammed up the ass by some imprudent tree limb."

You bite back a grin. "I always knew you liked it up the ass."

Changbin growls, leaning around to tickle your sides, and you screech, laughing, as you try to wriggle away from him.

Your little playful scuffle only succeeds in making the two of you more muddy and wet than before.

Both of you catching your breath, you glance up as another streak of lightning lights up the limbs of the trees over your head.

You scoot back into the safe embrace of Changbin's arms, and he wraps them around you, pressing a kiss to the wet crown of your head, before he rests his cheek against it.

You close your eyes and listen to the howling of the storm.

"Best, most relaxing weekend ever." You remark quietly, not opening your eyes, fingers tangling with his.

He presses another kiss to your head.

"Just me and you."

[nopeleavemealoone]

Sooooo… skk sskk camping AU?

aku is enjoying his trail mix, dazai stole chuuyas hat, and atsushi offered to take aku’s bag for a second so aku could eat in peace, but dazai took advantage and also gave atsushi his bag. Sushi is struggling

[little-annie]

Another WIP Weekend is ahead of us!

Have I worked on different WIPs every weekend 😝 yes, yes I have. Am I going to start working on the same ones from now on? TBD

🏔 Eddie Bang- I can't reveal anything about this WIP until art claims have been completed, but still, I need to desperately work on it. MAKE ME WORK ON IT.

💼 Businessman Steve- This guy has been sitting in my drafts for too long. It's a 5 & 1 of times concierge Eddie has encountered Steve Harrington, the son of business mogul Richard Harrington. At first Eddie isn't sure of the young businessman who seems to have a sex and drug problem, but as he gets to know Steve through these few encounters, Eddie comes to find Steve is living a life he truly despises. Through these few encounters they become friends and eventually by the end fall in love.

🤘🏻 Role Reversal Steddie AU- @tinytalkingtina and I have been expanding our world of Trackstar!Eddie and Metalhead!Steve and can't wait to share with you all that we've created.

⛺️ Steddie Set Up- Steve and Eddie meet on a camping trip organised by the kids. Clueless to the fact that they've been set up they become fast friends and soon a couple.

You know the drill. In an ask send me the emojis of the fic(s) you'd like me to work on and post updates.

What exists of 💼 as of now, below the cut.

There's a commotion at the double doors of the hotel lobby, multiple men spilling in all at once. Tailored suits, expensive watches, and the numbers of their mistresses hardly hidden in their phones.

Every one of them looks like an asshole.

From where Eddie sits behind the reception desk doodling in his notebook, he inwardly sighs before standing and tugging at his stiff uniform to at least appear professional. Black slacks and a white button down that he's had to treat for Ketchup stains more times then he cares to count. It's the least personalised thing he owns and with the added fact of not being allowed to wear jewellery or have his hair down, he just feels like another cog in the machine.

God he hates his job.

"Good morning, Sir," Eddie says with feigned composure as one of the suit and tied assholes of this month's conference approaches the front desk. The guys sporting a full head of salt and peppered hair, thick and perfectly coiffed on the top of his head. Eyes haunting, smile sinister in a way that's much too menacing for Eddie's taste. Shark like in the way it makes Eddie feel pinned down like a hopeless piece of prey.

"Harrington, Richard Harrington," the man says with a thundering voice instead of a greeting, slapping his credit card and ID onto the marble countertop between them and turning his back to say something snappy to the man at his rear.

Harrington, Eddie thinks with distaste, remembering the name from his first day on shift. Richard, the pompous prick, was yelling at the poor woman training Eddie because she forgot to make sure his room came stocked with higher end liquor than their Luxury Suites usually did. Really, it was something so small it could have been handled with just a phone call down to the front desk. It's a rather vivid memory and Eddie's sure that at the time if that would have been suggested the man would've dropped dead of a heart attack.

Though really, would that have been so awful?

He's seen the man far too many times since. Monthly business conferences and meetings at the hotel keep the entirety of Harrington and Associates forever coming through the lobby doors.

Much to Eddie's dismay.

He sighs at the thought of the many more encounters to come, watching as the vein bulges from the side of Richard's head and he turns a rather grotesque shade of red. Eddie feels bad for the man Richard's snapping at. It's obvious not much has changed other than the jerk sporting a few more wrinkles and grey hairs.

With a hardly contained eye roll, Eddie types 'Harrington' into the system, the keyboard clicking under his fingertips before two separate bookings pop up on the screen. One for Richard and another for a Stephen.

Eddie hums in thought, as familiar as this gaggle of assholes are, he doesn't remember a Stephen from the past bookings.

Must be new. And related. Poor bastard, Eddie thinks absent-mindedly. He can't imagine working for this guy, let alone being his son, though, maybe this Stephen's no different.

He grimaces at the thought and hopes he doesn't have to meet the man if he is.

Quietly, as not to disrupt the hissing match happening in front of him, Eddie finishes checking Mr. Dick Harrington into the hotel. Sliding the room key, credit card and ID in the man's direction, Eddie watches as Richard does nothing but continue to berate the man before him. Something about scheduling or mergers or what the fuck ever that Eddie really doesn't have the time or energy to give even a single shit about.

From the edge of the crowd of assholes a young man steps in to grab the cards and quite frankly Eddie couldn't give two shits if this guy's helping or stealing from the rich bastard. Though by the near matching formal attire and the way no one bats an eye, he supposes he at least works for the guy.

Or…

“Steve Harrington,” the young, startlingly beautiful man says as he picks up his apparent father's ID and replaces it with his own on the marble countertop.

There's a cute twist to his lip when he talks and Eddie already hates himself for staring, but how can he not?

This is Richard's son?

No

No

Mr. Tall Tan and Beautiful cannot have come from that.

But the matching square of their jaws, tilt to their cheeks and hazel of their eyes begs to differ.

Fucking hell.

He's probably just as much of a prick.

The pretty ones always are.

The straight ones too.

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, willing his apparent blush to go down Eddie nods once and selects the only obvious choice of name in the booking system.

Stephen Harrington.

He can feel the man's eyes boring into him as he's typing, searing almost in their stare, so much so Eddie wonders if he has something on his face or if the guy just has zero social skills.

Chancing a glance up his suspicions are proven right and Steve doesn't so much as move, his eyes not meeting Eddie's but staring a little lower.

Eddie swallows, the judgement feeling heavy as he pulls the collar of his shirt higher, making sure there's no evidence of ink or any other bad decisions peeking out from the white buttoned around his neck.

It wouldn't be the first time some business asshole had something to say about his tattoos or the occasional hickey concealer failed to hide.

“605,” Eddie says almost mechanically after placing Steve's room key between them, his voice finally drawing the man's eye away from his throat.

Steve coughs into his fist, nods and grabs his and his fathers remaining cards and room keys but he doesn't leave. Navy blue suit and eyes Eddie thinks will take him weeks to forget, Steve remains standing before him, chewing on his bottom lip until he… he does a quick once over of Eddie. Top to bottom. Head to tail. Hazel eyes scanning, judging, making Eddie's skin feel like it's on fire for completely other reasons.

Then without a second's notice he looks from side to side rather hastily and leans into Eddie's space across the marble countertop, the sound of his elbow meeting the surface between them, a dull thud.

He smells like the pine of a forest floor and the musk of a man who's been nothing but busy and exhausted for weeks.

But God it's doing something to Eddie and he hates it.

Steve works his jaw in an odd way, rubbing at the muscle before he asks in a hushed tone, “There uh, there any clubs around here, for the, you know,” he lifts his hand to drop his wrist limply, fluttering his lashes as he continues, “variety?”

He's asking Eddie if there's any gay clubs around.

He's asking Eddie if there's any gay clubs around?

What the fuck?

Eddie bristles, already feeling his brows pull into a glare. He's making fun of him. These businessmen always do.

It's not like he's wearing a pride flag anywhere or skipping through the fucking halls, but somehow these pricks always seem to pick up on his preferences.

It's been years and only once has anyone been genuine in their inquiry.

So genuine in fact that Eddie found himself with his dick in the guy's mouth not more than thirty minutes later when he went out for his smoke break.

But a Harrington? Richard's son?

He thinks Hell will sooner freeze over.

Really if anything Eddie wants to tell the guy to fuck off, but he can't because professionalism.

So he does the next best thing.

If the guy's gonna be a judgy dick, well…

In a matter of seconds Eddie prints off a map of the city that has each and every gay bar starred and hands it to Steve with a very fake and falsely enthusiastic, “Enjoy you stay in the city Mr. Harrington, I hope you find what you're looking for.”

And then before he even has a chance to catch the guy's reaction, he's waving towards the crowd, calling out “next please” and moving to the other computer to check in the next asshole.