#camping gazebo

[heycrystalsmithart]

Stumbled on a hidden gazebo in the woods. What creatures are inside?

[wildtrakaustralia]

Gazebo tents have become an indispensable part of outdoor gatherings and events, providing a versatile and stylish shelter for various occasions. When it comes to reliable and high-quality gazebo tents, Wildtrak Leisure Australia stands out as a leading brand, offering a range of products that combine durability, functionality, and aesthetic appeal.

[dante-mightdie]

Requests??? 👀 any thoughts on Butcher Simon possibly liking camping and hunting? Maybe brings the missus and babies along. He catches them some nice game, butchers it (perhaps away from camp out of courtesy for his lady and children, and safety to keep away animals) and brings back the meat and has a nice meal with his family around a campfire. Or trailer. It triggers a primal, near neatherthal part of his brain : hunting to provide for his family, his tribe. I also feel like he might take back the head of the animal and process the skull to display in his shop.

I don’t know if in this au Simon is retired military or not, but if he is, maybe this activity is a bit cathartic for him. instead of being in a war zone or behind enemy lines, waiting in the dirt for a chance to strike, he’s in a safe area, in complete control of the situation, with people he loves.

Butcher Simon makes me go freaky mode!

yes yes everything about this

he doesn’t do weekend camping trips though with a disposable barbecue, fuck no. my man goes all out with camping. it’s a minimum two week long trip. huge inflatable tent with more than space for you and your babies without it feeling too cramped, gazebos, campfire and pot for cooking, boot of the car packed with tinned goods, water and snacks

knows all the good and safe spots, comes back from hunting game to find his girls wading in the riverbank. giggles leaving your twin’s as they splash about in the water but once they spot their father, they waste no time waddling to him, grabby hands begging to be picked up

enjoys those late evenings with his family around the fire, a huge wooly blanket covering you both. simon’s arm keeping you huddled into his side whilst your two toddlers snooze in your laps. gentle fingertips grazing up and down your side as you nuzzle your head further into your husband’s neck

more more more feed me anon you’ve awoken something in me

[alexsoenomel]

Camping Shenanigans

Summary: You like both brothers and you decide to go camping for Sam's birthday.

Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI , implied smut, kissing, fluff

Word count: 4.9k

Note: Not beta read. It has been sitting in my drafts for months. Enjoy!

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

"Camping? Are you serious?" 

"Yes, Dean, it's my birthday," Sam answered. 

"It was my idea," you chimed in as Dean shot you a death stare. "Kinda," You added.

***

It wasn't actually your idea. You just asked Sam a simple question:

“What’s something you always wanted to do but never had a chance to do it?”

He said camping. 

"Why do you ask?"

"Your birthday is coming soon!" You told him and stuffed your face with some scrambled eggs you decided to have that morning.

"So?" Sam was a bit confused. He never really cared much about his birthday. 

"Let's do something fun for your birthday. Every year is the same; Dean celebrates his birthdays hammered and dodging STDs like bullets, my birthdays are depressing because I'm always broke or sad or both, and yours…it's like you don't have birthdays." 

"So,do you wanna go camping for my birthday?" 

"Yes! And we can celebrate in nature with lots of alcohol." 

"I mean sure, but Dean's gonna –"

"Oh fuck what Dean says he's coming too."

***

"Kinda?!"

"It will be fun Dean, besides spending time in nature will be good for you," Sam said.

"Actually, concerning amount of booze and chicks with daddy issues are the only two things that are good for me, not this!" He still kept protesting.

"You're going, Dean!" Sam told him. 

"Fine, but if a snake bites me, I'm shaving your head!" 

"Yeah, yeah! Pack a bag, we're going tomorrow morning!"

"TOMORROW MORNING?!" Dean’s voice went an octave higher.

"Yeah, and I'm driving!" Sam smirked. 

"Not a chance," Dean simply said before taking a sip of beer. 

You and Sam found a wonderful campsite in Greenheart National Park in Wyoming and decided to book it, long before telling Dean. Two nights under the stars in the middle of nowhere sounded wonderful, but Dean still wasn't impressed. Even after telling him, it wasn't a traditional campsite – it had toilets, outdoor showers and all-inclusive breakfast, lunch and dinner – he still wasn't impressed. Dean being Dean - he was protesting and whining, right until you actually sat in his car and he started the engine. He didn't like the idea, but it was Sam's birthday tomorrow and he would go to the ends of the Earth for his little brother. 

The drive was long and seemed endless. Between trying to get comfortable, taking a nap, listening to music and eating snacks because of boredom, you couldn’t wait to spend time in nature and watch the stars. Sam was visibly excited, asking Dean every two hours where you were, explaining how to set up a tent, telling fun statistics about bear attacks which made Dean a bit uneasy. Sam’s inner child was slowly healing and yours was just happy to tag along. Dean's on the other hand…his inner child just wanted to get back to bed.

“This is going to be fun!” You laughed. “Dean, get ready to fight bears!” 

“Shut your mouth!” 

*****

After approximately 13 hours you finally arrived, far away from civilization. Everything was green, the sky was blue and the air was fresh. It was almost 9pm and even though it was May, it was a bit chilly.

"You will all get your tents, feel free to set up anywhere you like, but please don't go far away from the station," The bold man was speaking, aka the owner. He was a middle-aged man, very athletic and taller than Sam. Nice obnoxious smile too. "Dinner is in an hour and if anyone has to shower, showers and toilets are behind the gazebo. We will start the bonfire at 11pm if you wanna join. I'm making some good ol' homemade chips. Hope you enjoy your stay and please if you have any questions, concerns, I'm here."

"He seems nice," You whispered.

"Yeah, and bold," Dean added, clearly trying to sound funny. He tried and failed.

“He might be bold, but next to him you’re just a scrawny little bitch,” you clapped back, hoping it would sting him. 

“Ouch!” It did. 

Sam laughed.

*****

“So, do you want to share a tent?” You asked the brothers as they shared a look of concern. 

“Well…” Sam started, but was unable to finish his thought.

“Mmm..” Dean too.

They didn’t like the idea, so naturally you decided to go with it and ask the owner to give you the biggest tent he could find. “For the three of you?” The guy asked, pointing a finger at Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup. You were the last one to get your tent. Some people already found their spot and set up theirs.  

“Yes, the biggest one please. I don’t wanna be suffocated by these two.” 

The guy chuckled. “Roger that!” He then went into the storage room and started rummaging through his things. After a minute he came back holding a large black bag. “Here you go!” He said and tossed it to Sam. “That will do!” He also gave you three sleeping bags and you were off.

“Thank you so much!” You said. 

****

You found your spot far away from people next to a pine tree that was sticking out from the rest of the forest that was behind you. The hill was beautiful, grass perfectly cut, the sky covered in stars like freckles scattered all over, while the air felt colder than an hour ago.

“I have no idea what I’m doing!” Dean said, trying to see which part of the tent goes where, while you used the flashlight on your phone to guide him. 

“Let me!” Sam said and gathered all the poles in one pile. He read a thing or two about different types of tents and recognized you got the one with a porch aka ‘the fancy one’. 

“Well happy birthday Sammy!” You told him. “Congratulations on being one year closer to death!”

“Wow (Y/N), you sure know how to make a man feel like crap!” Dean scoffed. 

“What’re you talking about Dean? I praise him all the time. Both of you!”

“Yeah, praise my ass!”

“You do have a great ass!” You winked at him. Dean just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms looking offended. 

Sam laughed at your joke. “Thank you, but it’s not midnight yet!”  ***

An hour later, Sam finally set up the tent and Dean was already on his second beer. This campsite was known for having unlimited amounts of booze and Dean was one happy camper when he found that out. Meanwhile Sam was really proud of himself for setting up his first tent. It was spacious and brand new. When you put the sleeping bags in, you realized you were going to get squished by the brothers. The tent was big, but not big enough.

You liked that idea, considering your long history of liking both of them and not being able to decide. It had been over ten years and you still couldn’t decide. They both had qualities you desired in a man and were special in their own way. Sam’s height and intelligence made you want to climb him like a tree and never get down, while Dean’s perfect smile and snarky humor made you want to make him whimper under you. They were childhood friends and lived across the street, and since your parents liked to hang out you would see them almost every weekend.

Once they moved across the country you still stayed in touch - texted and called every once in a while, but your heart was aching for them. You missed them dearly. It all fell into place once you saw Sam one random Monday morning on campus at Stanford and your shenanigans started again. Dean decided more education was too much for his brain, so he opened a small music store in San Diego and was doing surprisingly well. You started hanging out again, going to pubs, having movie nights, game nights…

You and Sam would also visit Dean and everything seemed to make sense once again. You were like three peas in a pod – same but slightly different.

Over the years you learned how to ignore your feelings and push those thoughts away, and yet sometimes you'd catch your stomach flipping every time they would bring up past relationships or flings. They both didn't want to settle down, and while you liked the idea of it, you were picky and hadn’t found someone who was worthy of you to settle down with.

"Shower and alcohol?" You asked Sam, since Dean had already showered and was now on his third beer.

"Yes please."

Showering in nature was a first for you. You thought you were going to freeze but surprisingly even though you did, it felt amazing on your skin. You enjoyed the wind making you shiver. 

“How was it, Sam?” You said, stepping out of the shower in nothing but a towel. Sam actually took the time and got dressed in the wooden shower cabin.

“Cold.” He answered, his voice shivering. His wet hair was slick back, a blue shirt accentuating his muscles, while the gray sweatpants he wore particularly outlined his cock, making it hard to focus.

The things I’d do to that man are ungodly and borderline illegal.

SNAP OUT OF IT!

“And refreshing,” You added. 

“You should get dressed before you get sick.” 

“Okay, mother!” You rolled your eyes and went back to the tent.

Anything for you, handsome!

***

Dinner was delicious – Dutch oven mac and cheese. Everybody got one big full plate and it was better than you could imagine; very salty and cheesy.

It was nice to sit and look at the bonfire while eating your favorite childhood meal but soon you just wanted to get away from the people and loud noise. You stuck around for a few minutes, watching the fire and chatting with a few nice girls you met while waiting for dinner before your social battery completely died. You excused yourself and left. You weren’t in the mood for small talk anymore – Sam and Dean were a lot better at it than you and they were a lot more social too. You decided to watch from afar and sit on the porch swing that was looking directly at the bonfire surrounded by people having a great time. You were sipping your beer watching the fire go wild as the bold guy threw a few branches, making it stable enough to actually start making his homemade chips in the skillet. You felt like a kid again. The beer was just enough to relax you even though the taste wasn't the best. The stars decided to shine that night, while the crescent moon was too shy to show its whole face.

“Having fun over there?” You heard a familiar voice and saw a shadow of a person approaching you. It was Dean. 

“Yeah, just don’t feel like talking to people,” you told him. 

He sat down next to you and put his beer bottle next to yours. You exchanged looks in semi- complete darkness and made a toast. 

“Cheers!”

“Happy birthday to Sam!” You said, looking at Sam who was talking to a guy much shorter than him.

“I swear it was yesterday he was learning how to walk,” Dean told you. 

“You sound like my mother,” You chuckled.

Your mind was getting tired and since the swing was made out of wood, you were struggling to get comfortable. Your head decided to rest on his shoulder as you took a sip of your beer, eyes still on Sam. Your hands wrapped around his arm as you lifted your legs on the swing. His arm was firm and he smelled too good for your own good – something between leather and pines surrounding you. He seemed to be tense though, or at least that was what you thought.

“Dean, I don’t bite, unless you want me to! Relax!”

You couldn’t see but he just rolled his eyes and scoffed. “I’m relaxed!” 

“Well damn, you have been working out then!” You decided to compliment him. As much as you loved roasting him, making him feel good was also important to you. 

“Not so bad for a scrawny little bitch, huh?” 

“Shut up!”

***

The night was growing cold and you were getting tired. You didn't know the time, since your phone was back in the tent, but one thing you knew – it was time to go to sleep. The Winchesters were having a great time lingering in the crowd so you decided to leave them to have their fun and go to sleep. 

"Guys, I'm gonna go hit the sack!" You shouted from afar, since you saw, they were talking to someone – a man you didn't know and didn't want to know.

"Are you sure, (Y/N)?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I'm tired! Good night, guys!" 

"Good night!" They said in sync.

You snuggled up in your sleeping bag, shivering from the cold and realized; since you were sleeping on the ground you won't be able to get one hundred percent comfortable so the only logical thing was to take melatonin for sleep. That magic pill could make any surface feel like clouds and on top of that made you actually have nice dreams, since you didn't dream as much.

You took one pill and chugged a good amount of water. You were out in about 45 minutes.

***

Sam's lips were on your neck, kissing, biting, making you shiver; while Dean's lips went lower and lower. You didn't know which name to moan first, hell, you didn't know where you were, but it was blissful and a whole lot of sinful.

Dean's lips reached your panties and before he moved them to the side, he placed a kiss making you squirm. Sam's large hands were playing with your breasts while he couldn't separate his lips from your neck.

As soon as Dean's tongue touched your throbbing clit, you arched your back in pleasure. He was slow, and with the combination of Sam's rough kisses, your body was overwhelmed and feeling nothing but intense pleasure.

"Dean!" You whispered. “Dean!”

"(Y/N)?" Dean mumbled, his eyes half open, even though he couldn't see shit. 

"Sam! Fuck!" This time, a whisper, sounding more like a light moan of his brother's name.

"You kiddin'?" He was now fully awake and fully aware you were in fact not trying to wake him up.

"So good!" 

"I'll be damned!" He whispered, not really sure what to do. Sam wasn't saying a word so he figured he was in a coma since he had too many beers a few hours ago. You were squished between them but somehow ended up being closer to Dean so he decided to snap you back to reality.

"(Y/N)!" He whispered, this time a little bit louder. "Wake the hell up!" He said, trying to shake you to wake you up.

"Huh, what?" You finally mumbled as he violently pulled you back to reality. It took you a couple of seconds to realize it was, all in fact, just a dream.

"You snore like a buzzsaw!" He lied.

"Oh sorry!" 

And without saying anything else, you both went to sleep. It took Dean a couple of minutes though, since he couldn't stop thinking about what he heard.

Dirty girl. 

Was the last thing he thought before passing out.

****

The next morning you woke up well rested but in pain. Your body felt stiff until you stretched and actually got out of the tent. It was cold during the night, the air was fresh, but with the first rays of the sun came the heat, and you weren’t awoken by the sound of your alarm, it was the heat and stuffy air. When you looked at your phone, it was almost eight in the morning and time for breakfast. You were alone in the tent, Sam and Dean were already up. You got your toothbrush and toothpaste and went to do your business. You couldn't stop thinking about the damn dream. It was too vivid for your own good. The way Dean kissed you with his perfect full lips, Sam’s hands on your hot skin, their moans, groans and big girthy co-

“Good morning, princess,” you heard Dean say as you waited in line to get your breakfast sandwich, still sleepy. He wasn’t a morning person whatsoever so hearing him sound this jolly was strange. 

“Morning,” you didn’t even bother to look at him as you turned around and went to find a place to sit. People were already chatting, having their morning coffees and enjoying the fresh air, while you struggled to exist. It was too early to think, too early to speak and too early to be a human. 

Dean followed you after he poured himself another cup of freshly made black coffee. 

You lazily opened your sandwich from the wrapper and took a first bite; ham, cheese, ketchup, lettuce…usual stuff. It was a little dry for your taste buds, but it wasn’t bad. 

“How did you sleep?” Dean asked, sitting next to you. 

“Like a baby,” You mumbled, chewing. You could feel his eyes on you, as you turned to look at him, he was indeed staring back at you with a little smirk on his face. “What?” 

“Oh I bet you slept real good,” he teased. His deep and raspy voice was too close to your left ear, sending shivers down your spine, all over your body. You ignored it.

“What are you implying, Winchester?” You asked, genuinely confused, not really thinking about…oh. OH! You remembered. The dream. Maybe he heard you mumbling in your sleep. Do I sleep talk? You still played dumb.

“Dream a little dream of me and Sammy, eh?” His smirk was still there, you knew he wasn’t going to let it go. 

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You replied. “Where’s Sam?” 

“He went Dora the explorer around the park.” 

Sam was both night and day. He enjoyed both darkness and light. The darkness was for reading and the light was for hiking and jogging.

After you finished breakfast, you poured yourself a cup of coffee that was now lukewarm. It still tasted like coffee when it touched your lips and still gave you that kick you needed. 

Dean was still keeping you company for some reason, he was close, too close and kind of getting on your nerves. You had a feeling he wanted to ask you something but swallowed all the words in the English language. You assumed what he was curious about, you just didn’t want to embarrass yourself. We are our egos after all, and in time we learn how to tame that part of ourselves and not let it control us. You weren’t going to blush and get flustered in front of Dean Winchester.

“What’s the plan for today?” You asked. 

“Did you dream about sleeping with me and Sam?” Dean evidently didn’t register your question. And he finally found the words. You choked on your coffee not expecting to be hit with a question. You didn’t expect that kind of question.

“You did!” He said as his face lit up in a second. 

“No, I didn’t.” 

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.” 

He was a child. A man-child. He wasn’t going to let it go, not until you confessed. Sighing in frustration, you calmly put down your coffee-stained mug and looked him in the eyes. They were beautiful, greener than the forest around you.

“I did,” you confessed. 

“Yeah, I know I heard you,” he smiled, showing off his perfect teeth. He was beautiful but you still wanted to punch him in the face. 

“Can I drink my coffee in peace now, please?” 

“Yes, you may, sinner.”

The embarrassment you felt disappeared as soon as you saw Sam coming back from his little, to quote Dean, ‘Dora the Explorer’ adventure, all sweaty and ready for a shower. You weren’t embarrassed, you were horny. 

“Morning!” 

“Morning Sam!” You spoke. 

“Sleep well?” 

“Oh yeah, you bet she did!” Dean told him. You rolled your eyes.

Sam gave him a confused look not getting the joke. He doesn’t know.

“Awful, your brother kept making happy noises all night,” you lied. Figured you would get back at him for being a dick. Dean’s mouth slightly opened. 

“Dude, gross!” Sam’s reaction was more than welcome considering Dean hadn’t stopped annoying you ever since you had a bite of that dry sandwich. Once he left to shower, you turned to his older brother. 

“Don’t fuck with me!”

***

The day was cloudy and cold. Some people were playing board games and listening to music, some were reading their favorite books, while others went to explore the national park. You immersed yourself in the book you were currently reading, while Sam and Dean played Monopoly under the kitchen gazebo that wasn’t just a kitchen, it had a space for everything; space where you could sit and relax, a table, and two couches placed right across each other. A multipurpose gazebo: kitchen, dining room and a living room. Well, Sam was teaching Dean how to play and Dean was losing and cursing every few minutes.

“You were never good with money, Dean!” You chuckled, eyes still on the page you were reading.

“And you’re loud!” He sassed. You lifted your head to look at him and he just gave you a wink. You knew damn well why.

You elected to ignore it. 

Soon enough, it was lunch time: delicious goulash and for dessert, a slice of apple pie. 

“Warrior food!” Dean said, stuffing his mouth. 

He wasn’t wrong. The food was fresh and absolutely delicious. 

“Do you guys want to play volleyball after we eat?” Sam asked. 

“You’re joking?” Dean lifted his eyebrow. “I don’t do sports and I especially don’t do sports after lunch.”

“Grandpa!” You said and told Sam to count you in. 

 A few minutes later, the bald, good-looking dude came to say there was going to be another party, from 7pm to when everybody goes to sleep. He also said there was going to be lots and lots of alcohol considering it was a goodbye party. Dean was excited, you were too busy reading your book and Sam finally bankrupted his older brother. 

You ended up playing volleyball with Sam for almost two hours. He asked the bald guy if they had any volleyballs after lunch and the guy was more than happy to be of service. There was a small chunk of land which they turned into a volleyball court, far away from people who were hanging out around the gazebo and far away from Dean who decided to take a nap after eating too many slices of pie.

“Are you enjoying your birthday so far, Sammy?” You asked as you served him the ball which, he slammed a little too hard and it flew across your head. 

“Oops!” He said with an awkward smile. “Best one so far!” 

“Told you!” You raised your voice going a few steps away from the court to get the ball.

As you were playing and growing tired, you couldn't help but notice how tight his black t-shirt was, perfectly hugging his body as he started to sweat. His hair still a little damp, slick back and tucked behind his ears, his lower lip between his teeth trying to concentrate on the ball in the sky – the man was simply gorgeous. It was hard to concentrate on the damn game when your mind wandered.

How does his lips taste? Does he have a big dick? Probably. The man is huge. FOCUS! 

So many questions and no wins.

After losing 3:0, you decided to take a shower and get ready for the party. You were in the mood to drink and not get nervous around both brothers.

It was getting cold, so after a quick cold shower, you decided to wear your favorite pair of gray sweats and a very old Led Zeppelin hoodie your dad gave you a long time ago.

People already started drinking by the time you finished getting ready. 

"Hey, nice hoodie you got there!" Dean commented as soon as he saw you. One of the things you absolutely adored about Dean was his awesome music taste. You were both old schools. 

"You've seen me in this at least a hundred times Dean!" You chuckled. 

"And every time I'm going to tell you how awesome it is," he said proudly. "Where's Sam?" 

"Showering." 

"Again?" 

"Yeah, you know Dean, after physical activity you get all sweaty and gross," you told him and took a paper cup filled with red wine from the table under the gazebo. Suddenly, the familiar melody of Toxic by Britney Spears blasted through the speakers.

"It was sweaty and gross alright," Dean joked and like always, you rolled your eyes, and took a sip of the wine. It wasn't too sweet and definitely was cheap considering how watered down it was.

***

After three cups, you grabbed your fourth one as your vision started to blur. Your thoughts were scrambled, between being nervous because of Dean's annoying teasing, and not giving a flying fuck about anything and just wanting to let loose, but there was a sense of tranquility in them. You loved the idea of him knowing your dirty thoughts, and you loved even more watching Sam being simultaneously confused and stunning while listening to you two bicker. The alcohol wasn't helping you. The undying need to be in a delicious Winchester sandwich only grew stronger with each sip…

You saw Sam coming from the toilet after the shower and something in you snapped. You swallowed nervously before chugging the rest of the wine and decided to toss all the fucks you had out the window. 

“Hey, handsome!” You said, seeing his face change from content to a little nervous. You'd never called him that. 

“Hey!” Was all he could muster.

“In the mood for a drink?” 

“Sure,” he said. “But only one, and I'm out. I’m tired.” 

“Okie dokie.”

Sam's drink of choice was beer. Dean was somewhere in the crowd, nowhere in your sight. Perfect.

“Cheers!” He said. No matter how big or small his smile was, his dimples would always show on his cheeks and you found it adorable. He was adorable and his lips were much more kissable after almost four cups of wine. 

“Cheers,” you smiled back. “To you Sammy!” 

“I didn't tell you but you're a solid volleyball player.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “A solid player? Really? You won 3:0.” 

“Well, yeah because you're short, and for some reason your focus was nonexistent but your serve was excellent.” 

“I'm short?” You weren't offended by any means, he was in fact much taller than you, but still surprised he said it so bluntly. 

“Short and sweet?” He corrected himself with an awkward smile before taking another sip of his beer. 

“Sweeter than sugar, sugar,” you didn't know where that came from. It sounded kind of lame, you thought, so you quickly changed the subject. “And my focus was nonexistent because of your sorry ass.” You said before playfully tapping him on his shoulder.

“Me?” 

Something about the innocence of that man made you absolutely feral. You had a feeling he wasn't so innocent behind closed doors. The idea of his lips on yours didn't want to leave your mind as your eyes couldn't stop staring at him with pure, drunken adoration. 

“(Y/N)?” 

You wanted to speak but something told you to not use a single word of the English language. Instead, you pulled him by his black hoodie and crashed your lips on his. Surprisingly, he didn't pull away, his body was stiff for a few seconds before letting go and deepening the kiss, making you balance yourself on your tiptoes. You felt him cup your left cheek with his free hand as you bit his lower lip, earning a moan from him. His nose crashed against yours, tasting alcohol mainly from your lips, Sam felt his cock getting hard. It hit him that he was wearing gray sweatpants so naturally that was a sign to pull away. People around you were too busy singing ABBA songs to give a fuck. 

“Well…” Sam said, not knowing where his thoughts were as he instinctively looked down and saw the outline of his cock. “Crap.” 

Your gaze followed and you were happy it did. He was big, bigger than you'd imagined.

"Sammy, is that a gun or you're just happy to see me?” You winked. That was horrible. 

“Shut up,” he sassed back, giving you a bitch face he would always give to Dean.

He covered his groin with his hands, looking around awkwardly to see if anyone was looking. Of course they weren't. Everybody was either drunk or high or both. 

Suddenly Sam's gaze was fixed behind you as he visibly clenched his jaw. You turned around and of course it was Dean.

“Oh there you are!” You said with enthusiasm and kissed him, pulling him closer by his jacket. 

Sam was stunned, while you could feel Dean smiling before kissing you back and letting you put your tongue in his mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the softness of his puffy lips on yours. He was a lot gentler than Sam – more innocence but still the same amount of passion. 

When you finally broke away, your drunk self just mumbled, “You two are irresistible.” 

Sam was still visibly confused while Dean couldn't stop smiling. 

[alexwritingspot]

Hi, I’m obsessed with Jason Grace lately, so can you do #15 when he can’t stop looking at Reader any time he has the chance and Reader just asked him why and ended up in a confession. SORRY I DON’T SPEAK ENGLISH

Too beautiful to not stare…

Pairing: Jason x gn!reader

words count: 800

prompt 15: “…why are you staring at me?”

warnings: none

A day at New Rome spent with your best friend, Jason Grace, will eventually turn out as a confession by both of you.

a/n: Hi lovely! Don’t worry, I don’t speak English either 💀 And also, loved this request, I just had so much fun writing it! Hope it was what you were hoping for, as always, enjoy! (Also, I’m deeply sorry to answer this so late 😭😭 hope you can forgive me babe 🧡)

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It was a warm day. You had decided to accompany Jason to New Rome after he had told you he needed to visit camp Jupiter to show his projects about the temples. And, given the huge crush you had on the blonde boy, you used every opportunity you had to spend time with him.

You both didn’t know tho, that today the responsible people for projects like these weren’t at camp, and you had to renounce about Jason’s willingness to explain why they should build other temples, and how.

So instead you decided yo take a walk around the streets of New Rome, even stopping by to buy something to eat.

“I’m sorry about it Jason” You told him as the both of you took a seat under a beautiful gazebo, its upper part adorned by a carpet of colourful flowers.

“It’s okay, it’s not like it’s your fault” He simply answered you with a gentle smile.

“Yeah, I know, but still…”

You were really sorry for what had happened. You knew just how much Jason cared about his project and how much he wanted to onor every god around, even if it would have sounded like a crazy plan to anyone else.

Jason took a bite out of his sandwich “Really y/n, don’t worry. Besides even if I didn’t present my models at least you came with me.” He smiled again, this time a bit more genuinely.

You smiled back at him “Yeah, you’re right. At least we get to spend some time together”

You stayed in a comfortable silence for the next minute, really just enjoying your sandwiches and the view. New Rome was a spectacle.

“Do you like it here?” Then Jason suddenly asked. You turned your head to look at him, noticing that his eyes were already set on you. “Yeah, I think this place it’s amazing. As you know at camp half-blood demigods don’t really have a place to stay when they’re older, or even just- you literally have college!”

You kept on talking about why you thought New Rome was actually a clever idea, and why in your opinion camp half blood should have had something’s similar.

And he actually listened to you. That was the thing with Jason. You actually felt heard in a world where demigods couldn’t have it easy. “Sorry I just- I get too worked up” you joked with a chuckle.

“I see your point, don’t worry” he offered you a kind smile. You swore you could have melted on the spot.

You two both fell back into that comfortable silence, just enjoying the sunny day when you noticed that Jason kept staring at you. You looked at him with a small frown of confusion “…why are you staring at me?” You then started panicking “Wait, do I have something on my face? No, I know! Is an insect in my hair isn’t it? Yes it is” You ruffled your hair in attempt to get away the non-existent bug.

Jason started laughing before stopping you by gently holding your wrist and putting it back down. “Nothing like that. I just… You’re too pretty”

You stopped working in that moment. You could have sworn one of those y/n.exe stopped working appeared in your brain. “What?” Was the only reaction that you could get out of your mouth, your confused frown only deepening.

He moved a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I said you’re pretty.” He declared it as if it was no big deal. You blushed slightly, trying to hide it of course.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Jason who just chuckled back. “Getting shy, aren’t we?” He teased you, and you playfully hit his arm “Jason Grace, you can’t just tell someone something like that and after pretending that it’s the most obvious thing in the world!”

He just leaned closer to you “Y/n, do you like me?” He then asked you. This guy was a moron, but he was your moron. You ignored how fast your heart was beating at the moment and quickly cupped Jason’s face with your hands and crashed your lips against his.

He was the dumbfounded one now, he just stood there, not even kissing back. You pulled away a few seconds later “Does this answer your question?” You replied playfully. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. He answered you with a smile plastered on his face “It does” And then he kissed you again, and you smiled in the kiss. Yep, you definitely liked this guy.

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a/n: hope this met your expectations! 🧡 (Btw I’m gonna reopen requests soon)

[buck1eys]

kind of taken by the idea of the fellowship agreeing to go on a camping holiday together, and only when they get to the spot does it become clear that the hobbits were envisioning portable gas stove cooking and a coolbox under the gazebo, and the three hunters are ready for the backwoods with their bivouacs and shovels. Boromir just has a normal tent, a good sleeping bag and a six-pack. Gandalf had the foresight to rain check when he realised there would be no glamping

[yummyuta]

rivalry retreat | x.j

♡ genre: slight angst & fluff, smut - mdni! | non idol/college wayv | forced proximity | enemies to lovers | word count: 3,939

♡ pairing: xiaojun x f. reader

♡ warnings: clothed grinding, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampie, fingering, lots of teasing

♡ summary: xiaojun and reader have a complicated relationship. what could go wrong when their friends invite them on a camping trip where they are determined to get the two of them together.

♡ authors note: late birthday post for xiaojun and first time writing for wayv! summer is ending, so i wanted to do something outdoorsy themed. i hope you enjoy!

♡ song recommendation:

the golden hues of the setting sun bathed the park in a warm glow as you strolled along the winding path, savoring the last few days of summer. the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant laughter of children at play filled the air with a sense of serene nostalgia. you had always loved this time of year, a brief interlude before the hustle of the school year resumed.

as you approached the park’s central gazebo, you saw the familiar faces of your friends. "look who finally decided to show!" hendery, the comedian of the group joked. you playfully rolled your eyes, smacking his arm smiling sweetly at the rest of the boys as you joined them at the table. you had been at home all day when suddenly you got a text with the address of the park and a time, nothing else. "what's the occasion?" you said a hint of confusion in your voice. you were happy to see everyone, but knowing these boys, they always had something up their sleeve.

ten handed you a cup of lemonade. “we were just thinking about how summer is ending and wanted to do something special before school starts."

"im listening," you urged them to continue taking a sip of the drink.

"we’re planning a camping trip next weekend," kun said. he always took charge, being the most organized out of the group. your eyes lit up with enthusiasm, as you immediately chimed in your support for the plan. it had been so long since you had been out to the mountains. you were so caught up in the excitement that you didn’t notice the brief, knowing glances exchanged between your friends.

the next few days flew past, and before you knew it was the weekend. you were riding in the car with kun driving, yangyang in the passenger seat constantly changing the music trying to find something appropriate to listen to, and hendery asleep and drooling on your lap in the backseat. these boys were like the brothers you never had, so you felt more than comfortable having them around for such a long journey. by the time you reached the camp grounds the sun with setting, you could see the faint horizon between the pine trees. you had arrived first, leaping out and stretching your legs before getting to work on setting up. you had just finished putting up your tent when the sound of of tires driving through the dirt alarmed you. that would be ten and winwin, you wondered what had been taking them so long.

they parked, as you all made your way over to greet them when suddenly a third body sprung out from the back seat. your blood started pumping, annoyance, and anger rising up inside of you. how could they bring him?! when he saw you, he scoffed, "really? she's here."

"i should be saying that to you, who invited him?" ten quickly realizing the tension of the situation stepped between to intervene, "lets not do this already. cant you guys play nice for 5 minutes. its been too long since we all were together like this."

you anxiously tapped your feet. you didnt want to fight and ruin the weekend. you were here for your friends, surely it wouldn't be too hard to avoid the man standing in front of you. you made brief eye contact with xiaojun, before backing off and shrugging your shoulders, "ill try to be on my best behavior but i make no promises", you said before walking off and helping hendery collect firewood.

xiaojun stood there watching you for a moment, his stomach churning as he saw hendery put his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the darkness. "come on xiaojun, you can help with dinner" kun tapped him on the shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.

after you all ate, bellies full, and heads slightly spinning from sipping on booze from your flasks, it was time to head to bed. you stumbled into your tent first, cozying up in your sleeping bag. by the time your head hit the pillow, your body instantly relaxing, you were just about to pass out until you heard shouting. "YOU FORGOT YOUR TENT!" kun screeched. you quickly unzipped your tent before going out to see what the commotion was. you saw xiaojun pointing his finger at kuns chest as they were in each others faces. "i thought i was sharing with someone. that's what you told me!" he yelled back. "y/n has room, i guess you could bunk with her." yangyang chimed in.

all eyes went to you, your jaw nearly hanging to the ground. "no no no, he can sleep out here with the bears for all i care. theres no way this is happening!" it was one thing to deal with being around him in a group, but in such close contact, you surely would kill each other. "oh come on y/n we are all tired, hendery and yangyang are sharing, so are winwin and ten and i only have a single person tent. this is the only way it works." kun pleaded with you. always the bargainer that one. it almost felt like the universe was working against you. seriously, first they dont say anything about him showing up, and now he conveniently doesn't have a place to stay it felt so calculated, but surely this was just bad karma or something. again, not wanting to be a buzzkill you gave in. walking back to your tent, crawling in, and leaving it open as an invitation for xiaojun.

you heard murmured "goodnights" and "sweet dreams" as everyone went off to sleep, leaving you and xiaojun back to back, chests heaving in a mix of anxiety and frustration. "for the record, i didn't know you were going to be here, i wouldn't have come otherwise." you finally decided to speak to him. the tension in there was suffocating. it was silent for a few moments. "i'll find a way to bribe hendery into switching tomorrow night. surely you would be faaaar more cozy with him, " he huffed. you turned around, feeling his gaze on you. "what the hell is that supposed to mean?!" he couldnt have been insuiting what you thought. and even if you and hendery were a thing, what business is it to him? he is the very last person on earth who should be sticking his nose in your dating life. "dont play dumb, i know all about his little crush on you, although i dont get what exactly he sees in you. he could do far better," he smirked. this is exactly what xiaojun did, always pushing your buttons.

you and him had a complicated history. you had known each other since high school and he always needed to be the best in everything. he was your rival, he also dated your ex best friend, and turned her against you. in college you finally thought you got away from him. that is until one day, you were eating lunch with yangyang and hendery and suddenly yangyang waved someone over to your table.

"xiaojun, long time no see! how have you been?"yangyang greeted his friend. it couldn't be him, not your xiaojun, right? you turned, and your worst fears were in front of you. quickly getting up and running away before anyone had a chance to question you. although your friends loved you, they had connections with him long before you even were around, and you ultimately had to come to respect that. you couldn't afford to lose them.

you snapped out of the memory, xiaojuns sick gaze still on you, "cat got your tongue," he said, breath hot on your face. it wasn't even worth it to argue with him. giving him a reaction is exactly what he wanted anyway. you were determined to be the bigger person, so you turned back around and screwed your eyes shut as tight as possible, hoping you would wake up from this nightmare as soon as possible. you felt him shift behind you, leaning over you for a minute, you peeked your eyes open, just as his hand was hovering over the switch of the lantern that was by your side. "looks like your fire is dying out." he remarked as he turned off the light before leaning back on his side. "you are an asshole" you mumbled under your breath. he lowly chuckled "or not" was the last thing you heard before finally drifting off to sleep. this was going to be a long trip.

morning came quicker than you had hoped. as you began to rise, you felt something poking against your back. you moved slightly, a groan emmiting from behind you. xiaojun moved this time, up and down his clothed cock pressed on your ass. sighs and whimpers emmiting from his lips. he actually sounded kinda cute all worked up like this. "y/n...just like that" he whispered, voice a bit raspy yet still high pitched. you sat there letting him use you for his own pleasure, orgasm rising in him. you felt your thighs stick together slightly, you cant believe you were kinda getting turned on by this. it was wrong but it gave you power back.

you shook your hips moving in tandem with him. you imagined what he could have been dreaming about. you thought of him lifting your leg slightly, sliding your bottoms off and slipping his tip in, while his hand snuck around to play with your clit or tits. his moans getting louder freed you from the moment. it took you a few seconds to realize before you leapt up from the ground. eyes wide as you saw xiaojuns still sleeping form. now shuddered in disjust that you were so close to him, and at the fact he couldn't control his...manlihood. you ran out of the tent, ten, kun and winwin already gathered around the campfire starting breakfast. "shes alive!" ten came up to hug you, smoothing out your bed head. "the question is, did xiaojun make it through the night or did she smother him with a pillow?" winwin chimed in. you fake laughed, your suffering was being used as entertainment for the weekend.

at the mention of his name, xiaojun stumbled out of the tent. "speak of the devil," you went to hide behind kuns figure. hugging him tightly, digging your face in his back. being your safe place was his job, it was the least he could do after putting you in this position. he chuckled as you squeezed his stomach, "you know you dont actually have anything to worry about right?" he said grabbing your hands and pulling you in front of him. "you dont know that!" you sulked, "his mission is to make my life a living hell im certain of it" you pointed a finger accusingly at him before adding, "and YOU are not helping!" you stomped away, not wanting to hear a lecture. you felt xiaojuns eyes burning holes through your backside as you made your back into the tent to get ready for the day ahead.

after you had your fill of breakfast, you hiked your way over to the lake, carrying your towels, beach chairs, and a cooler filled with plenty of alcoholic refreshments, which you would be needing lots of if you were going to survive a day around xiaojun. your plan was simple to avoid him at all costs by soaking up the sun and sipping on wine coolers. however, he clearly had other plans.

as you took your swim cover off, revealing your bikini hendery and yangyang whistled and cheered. the catcalling came with hanging out with a bunch of horny teenage boys you were used to it. xiaojun rolled his eyes at them, "so immature," he thought. you went to sit down on your lounge chair when a figure blocked you taking your spot. you scoffed, "seriously, what is your problem?!" xiaojun outstretched his legs, shielding his eyes with his sunglasses as he smirked at you, "there's no problem." you were already getting fed up, moving to push him off when he grabbed your wrist, yanking you towards his face, "dont you dare try that again, " he scolded. your mind was screaming at him to let you go, yet your body stilled. your chest pressed slightly against his own as your eyes flew quickly around the feautures of his face. his deep brown eyes, strong brows and jawline, curved pink lips. he was actually not nauseating to look at when he wasn't pissing you off.

the sound of splashing broke you out of your trance. "sorry..." you mumbled to the man in front of you. your walls crumbling down, it was like he had lit a fire in you for a moment that couldn't be sustained and quickly died out. you broke away from him. you suddenly felt woozy, as you made your way to a spot in between winwin and ten. "you alright?" winwin asked quietly. he wasnt the most talkative amongst your friends but he was kind nonetheless, and honestly that energy was exactly what you needed right now. "not exactly...but dont worry", you replied. he smiled sadly at you before tapping your bare knee in remorse. he knew this entire plan was a bad idea, and he felt bad now for not speaking up sooner.

hours had passed, you were engrossed in your book, finally feeling at peace admist the chaos. moments like this, you realized this trip wasn't all that bad, and it could be redeemed. that lasted all of five minutes before hendery was screeching at you to come in the water. you shook your head, putting your foot down, and attempted to focus on your book. all of a sudden, a pair or arms wrapped under your knees lifting you off the ground and carrying you bridal style. you dropped your book, lifting your sunglasses as your body thrashed around in the mans arms. you looked up, eyes adjusting to the light, trying to make out who was holding onto you so tightly. you were thrown into the water, holding your breath as your head sank under the water for a few seconds.

when you popped up, gasping for air, you were met with the horror of xiaojun in front of you. you turned around in adversion, as you saw yangyang swimming out of the lake with hendery. you watched from the distance as kun, ten and winwin packed up. they were leaving you! with your nemesis. it all clicked fully to you now that this was their plan all along. well you weren't playing around and you attempted to swim back to the dock. xiaojun quickly caught up to you, catching your hand under the water squeezing tightly, "wait!" you whipped your head around. "is this seriously some kind of sick joke? did you put them up to this?!" you accused. you were infuriated, rage coursing through your veins. he sat there stunned, as you tore into him with your words. "you know i thought maybe one day you would grow up, but you are still the same old miserable boy, who has nothing better to do than torment me! was taking away my best friend and destroying my high school years, not enough for you? seriously, how long do you plan on treating me like this?!" all your thoughts busted out of you. you felt defeated and tired.

you continued to ramble on until your chest gave out. breathing unsteady as you kept yourself afloat. "are you done now?" xiaojun asked. you just stared in his eyes, a spark still apparent you just nodded. "good" he remarked before grasping your hip, pulling you closer to him and crashing his lips to yours. you balled up your fists, punching his chest, but to your suprise, the kiss ignited a feeling in your stomach. it wasn't wrath, and you didn't want to believe it, but it was lust. you weren't thinking, your lips moving on their own, as your body began to relax. his tongue poked its way into your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands grabbing your ass to keep hold of you. you dont know how he was capable of kissing you so feverishly while also making his way over to the dock. he lifted you up by the waist setting you down on the ledge, fingers gliding down the inside of your thighs. you finally broke away from him, as he continued to roam your body, "quit teasing me, jerk" you sighed, "quit being a brat, babe" he smirked.

it took everything in you to resist slapping him, you had no idea what you were doing you just were done with all the pent up stress. if it was caused by your enemy surely it was his responsibility to take care of it. he slipped his middle finger in you, slowly moving it in and out. it wasnt enough, you rocked back and forth but he stopped. "beg for it" he demanded. you couldnt believe this, "come on, for once in your god damn life be nice to me, you owe me that much!" you pleaded. that seemed to be good enough for him and he moved again, adding in his index finger this time. his pace was inconsistent, bringing you to the edge just to take it away from you again. he looked at you with his mouth wide open, he had you in the palm of his hands...literally. this is all hes wanted for longer than he would like to admit.

to tell the truth, he liked you plain and simple. he was jealous of your friend so he took her away from you hoping you would retaliate and finally see him. he didnt think that plan out very well though. so after highschool he moved to plan b, that day at the park he was going to start over, apologize to you, but the minute you saw him and ran, he knew this would be a much bigger challenge. at the time the boys didnt want to get involved, afraid you would disown them all if you found out. it wasnt until they saw the obvious deep rooted desire and longing from both sides that they decided to take matters into their own hands. xiaojun had caught on the moment he was invited he just refrained from saying anything silently putting his trust in their plan.

he was aware of what he did that morning and how you reacted to it, he picked up on the hint you may have shared his feelings earlier on the beach chair as well. now it was his turn to take control. for the final time he sped his fingers inside you curling them repeatedly. your moans echoing through the forest. you were close to your peak when this time you pulled him up to meet him in a feverish kiss. you whined out a "fuuuckkkk" into his mouth as you released all over his slender fingers.

he removed your bottoms fully, before pulling you back into the water. you were standing on your tip toes, back pressed against one of the wooden poles of the dock. tongues fighting for dominance when you felt his cock pressed against you once again causing you to shudder but in pleasure this time. "fuck me" you urged him. "whats the magic word?" you rolled your eyes. you knew he wanted you badly yet he still insisted on messing around with you. "put it in...NOW" you growled. he stared you down, not budging "use your manners, pretty girl" you wanted to put up a fit, but your legs were twitching, growing more incredibly sexually frustrated the more you denied yourself. you looked up at him, water droplets sliding down your face, dragging a hand down palming him through his swim trunks. "pretty please with a cherry on top, fuck me," you emphasized.

he quickly rid himself of his shorts tossing them next to yours before hiking a leg up and grinding against your core once more. you closed your eyes getting lost in the feeling, he was a tease but you loved it. "hold on tight" he said before slamming into you. you gasped throwing your head back as it banged slightly against the dock. the water swaying around you as he thrusted deeply into your pussy. you couldnt stand up on one leg anymore so you repositioned your self, bringing your other one up to instinctively wrap around his waist. you let out a shrill scream when his cock hit your gspot causing you to clench around him. his dick twitched inside you as he let out a "shit baby, you like how i fuck you?" you only let out more sounds at his words. he kept running his mouth, smacking into you. he let out everything, the filthiest words. it only made you wetter, even though you were already submerged in the lake.

you were rapidly approaching your second orgasm, closing your eyes keeping yourself together as you choked out sobs. his hold on you was unbreakable. xiaojun used as much force as he could, fighting the currents of the lake and his own impending pleasure. you had to admit it to yourself at this point. maybe a part of yourself had always craved his touch. ever since you met him you were filled with this undeniable passion although it manifested itself in a strange way.

he was forceful, nails biting into your ass as he held you down onto his cock. the sun was setting, glistening on you both. wet hair flipping in the air, as he vigioursly filled you up. "xiaojun please" was all you could make out. your mind was going blank, you couldnt care about the past anymore. all that mattered was that he was satisfying you in a way you could have never even dreamed of. the dam finally broke, as xiaojun kissed you and said "look at me and cum." you let yourself go completely, your cum mixing with his as he dripped out of you. you stayed in his arms, finding a newfound solace in them.

you werent sure if you trusted yourself to speak. "im sorry" xiaojun confessed. "ive been horrible to you, but if you give me the chance, i like you and would like to start showing you that." his cheeks flushed pink, a small adorable smile appearing om his face. behind his harsh deamenor he had a sweet and cute side. "you dont know how long ive waited to hear those words" you quietly said smiling back at him. "call a ceasefire?" you asked putting your hand out for his to shake. "you win" he said pulling you into a heartwarming kiss.

as you made your way back to the campsite, hand in hand, you made eye contact with the rest of your friends. "holy shit our plan actually worked!" hendery exclamained, high fiving yangyang. "i never thought id see the day" ten said, wiping a fake tear from his eye. you looked over at xiaojun, impressed that your friends could actually organize a scheme like this. "i told you they had arranged this" he said casually, kissing you on the cheek, and dragging you to your tent before any of them could bombard the two of you with questions. the night was filled with your soft sighs, and words of confession as you made amends with your enemy turned lover.

[spongeyspot]

Your task is simple...

"Run away with me..." Molly O'Shea.

-🤡

Run Away With Me

(Molly O'Shea x Fem!Reader)

(A/N): OH. MY. GOD. Yes. Yes. Always yes.

Content Warning: Molly finally gets a happy ending, infidelity, this fluff will make your teeth fall out, a little funny at the end

not edited btw

Molly’s hands stilled when (Name) spoke to her, her bottle of amber liquid stopping just before she could take a sip, the rim pressed softly to her lips. Slowly, she lowered it, her gaze finding (Name)’s again. The words spoken were clear enough, but something in Molly wanted to have not heard her correctly. They stood together by the gazebo in front of Shady Belle, the rest of the gang too busy with celebrating the return of little Jack to pay them any mind.

“What?” Molly whispered.

“Run away with me.” (Name) repeated, this time gently taking Molly’s beer bottle, setting down on a nearby crate, then taking hold of Molly’s hands. “What d’you think?”

“I think you’re a little drunk.” Molly laughed, albiet a bit nervously. Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her feelings or because of the alcohol settling in her belly, threatening to come back up. Maybe both.

“Maybe a little.” (Name) nodded, her hands squeezing Molly’s reassuringly. “But I’ve never been so sure of something my entire life, Molly.”

Molly’s breath hitched as she stared at her, tears threatening to fall from her eyes with every word she spoke.

“I want to be with you forever, Molly.” (Name) whispered, bringing her hands up to kiss her knuckles softly. “I want to marry you…”

“You do?” Molly croaked softly, her hands shaking gently in her lover’s grasp. They’d been seeing each other secretly for months. At first, Molly was just looking for companionship, but after a rather rough night, she’d kissed (Name). It was merely an accident, fueled by alcohol, but she’d never regretted it. Even now, standing in front of her, their relationship and her feelings toward her had felt stronger than anything she’d ever felt for Dutch, even during their best moments.

(Name) pulled back only slightly before taking a quick look around camp. She dropped to one knee, one of her hands leaving Molly’s to fish a gold wedding band out of her pocket. She held it up between her thumb and pointer finger, her gaze locking on Molly’s where she stood over her.  Molly started to cry, one of her hands flying up to cover her mouth. (Name) squeezing her other hand reassuringly, her own eyes welling up with tears. 

“Please, Molly.” She whispered, her voice breaking briefly. “Run away with me. Marry me. I’ll take you away from here, and we’ll be together forever.” “Forever?” Molly choked out, her chest feeling tight. She couldn’t help but think of Dutch. How he’d feel about this… would he even care? Would he even notice her absence? Lately, he’d been distant. She couldn’t remember the last time they spoke, let alone spent the night together. She wondered if he had also looked for love elsewhere. “What about Dutch?”

“Forget Dutch.” (Name) scoffed, shaking her head. She stood up on both feet, cupping Molly’s cheeks with both hands, the ring tucked away between her thumb and her palm. “I love you, Molly. I want to take you away and never come back. We can leave tonight, and no one can stop us.”

She leaned in immediately, catching Molly’s lips in a soft, sweet kiss. It lasted just a few moments, but to Molly, it felt like years, her tears staining (Name)’s cheeks. Molly’s hands found (Name)’s elbows while hers cupped Molly’s face, the ring still in her grasp. She pulled back to look into Molly’s eyes again, her gaze only leaving when it moved between them, her hands dropping from Molly’s face to take hold of her left hand, slipping the ring onto her finger. 

They shared another kiss, (Name)’s hands moving back up to cradle Molly’s face again. She ran her thumbs over her cheeks, wiping away the tears that streaked down them.

“Come on… Get your things.” (Name) whispered. “We’re getting out of here, my love.”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The two of them were gone by the time people started to wake up the next morning.

“Hey!” Abigail looked around, lifting her bedroll to peek underneath it. “Where’s my ring?”

“Where’s my HORSE?!” John exclaimed.

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"Run Away With Me" - Cold War Kids

[solomons-poison]

Home Dates with Leonardo HC

Leonardo x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: This was a commission! @rinaririr requested some stay-at-home date ideas with Leonardo. I can definitely see him being able to create a fun date no matter where you are, no money or travel needed. I hope you enjoy!

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fluff, domestic cuteness, just Leo romancing you every way he knows how lol

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 1089

Leonardo is well-known to history as the Renaissance man, but he often still surprises others with just how much he can do. For the days when you don’t want to go out and spend money for a date, or there’s nothing particularly interesting in town, Leonardo has no trouble with making up for it with stay-at-home dates. He’s always a wealth of ideas and skills that you’re still discovering well into your relationship together, but he’s happy to either follow your suggestions or assist you with finding something to do together.

If you mention wanting to bake or cook with Leonardo, he is all for it. Even coming from a pureblood family and not having to eat to live, the man was still an Italian first, through and through. There’s plenty of cooking experience under his belt, recipes passed down in his family over the centuries as well as recipes he picked up from all the humans he’s befriended over time. He’s more than happy to teach you all the cooking or baking secrets passed down to him, everything from pasta dishes and soups to warm, herby bread and soft cakes.

Although he doesn’t seem like a cook from the get-go, he gets around the kitchen with practiced ease, ending up with a whole pile of delicious, homemade foods for the two of you to indulge in, not to mention that having two sets of hands makes the process go faster. It also lets him get closer to you, learning about your particular food tastes, your favorite dishes, favorite seasonings, etc., which he’s sure to memorize for next time. It definitely doesn’t escape you that he will be much flirtier than usual, calling you the usual “cara mia” but slipping in plenty of other endearing terms and compliments, too. Just the intimacy and the romance of it all will have you feeling like a married couple.

After food has been made, a painting picnic is in order. Although Vincent is typically the resident artist, Leo has no problems reminding you that he’s just as talented at the arts as anything else. He’ll pack supplies for your date, a couple small canvases, paints, brushes, easels, and of course some of the foods you two had made together. If the weather is good, he’ll take you to an open field to paint the wildflowers together, giving you painting tips or even giving you a painting challenge to see who can paint something the quickest. Of course, it’s not long before that challenge results in smudged paintings and plenty of laughs at your warped creations. You may or may not end up with some paint on your face or your clothes after some teasing jabs with the paintbrush.

If the weather is poor and rainy, then he’ll settle for painting at home. He’ll plan to either borrow Vincent’s room for the space or risk painting under the gazebo with you, listening to the sounds of the rain around you as he shows you some of his painting techniques. It may result in getting up close and personal, Leonardo coming up close behind you and guiding your hand, stating he’s only doing this to demonstrate effectively, teasing you if you get flustered. He’ll definitely let the sounds of the rain cover up any sneaky kisses he gives you.

It’s easy to get lost in the world of art with Leonardo as he keeps you distracted with plenty of town gossip and discussing plans for projects or what have you. As the day moves into evening, his next plan is for backyard camping. He’s always aware of the messy state of his room, so the camping idea is partly to avoid his room but also an excuse to keep you to himself. No need for fancy hotels or traveling very far, just a tent and some pillows and blankets brought out to a remote corner of the property to have some privacy.

There, hidden away from the world– and particularly, the other residents– Leonardo can cuddle with you as much as he’d like without any interruptions. He can complain about Comte to you, or silly things that the other mansion residents have done when they thought he wasn’t looking. Or he may borrow an instrument from Mozart and serenade you, give you your own mini concert. He’s picked up plenty of romantic songs over time, and it becomes his mission to woo you so completely until you’re thinking of nothing but him.

As it gets darker outside, he may borrow Isaac’s telescope to do some star watching with you. He’s learned about numerous constellations, both from his own studies as well as from the many books he’s read, and the difference in light pollution from this era versus modern day means you can see the stars wonderfully. If you’re interested, he’ll even tell you about some of the mythology connected to the constellations, surprising you with his boundless knowledge on Greek myths, Egyptian myths, etc. Regardless of whether you can see those particular constellations from where you are, his descriptions of the stars are enough to make an image in your mind. You can definitely tell when he steers towards any romantic mythology, but for the most part, he gets absorbed into sharing his knowledge with you, just rambling on until he’s done.

Finally, as the night gets cold and he’s run out of things to share with you, he of course recommends finishing your home date with a visit to Le Thermae. It’s practically like a spa date, with Leonardo bringing you scented items such as oils to make you smell good and help you relax. He even has a pair of fluffy robes to wear afterwards, the very height of luxury. Whether you two want it to end on a spicy note or not, he’s okay with either, but mostly, he just wants to hold you close in his arms as the water warms you both up from the chilly night air. However, if things between you two start to get a little handsy, he’s not complaining. Regardless, so long as the night ends with you two warmed to the core and in each other’s arms, he’s happy. And once you two are out of the bath, clean and dry, he’s making sure to bundle up with you in either his room or yours, delivering some final kisses before settling in to sleep. All in all, he’s making sure that your stay-at-home date is as fulfilling as anything you could do outdoors.

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Smoke & Ice Chap.3

 Sorry for the word pacing of this chapter, the amount of jump cuts felt weird, but I wanted to post something after making you wait. Still in the process of looking for a beta reader 😅

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Kenshi pushed hard against the ground, his legs and waist drilled into the ground. “Do you need a hand there?” Johnny’s question came with the sound of a phone's artificial camera click. “Don’t patronize me Cage” Kenshi felt a slight give when he pushed his body up, however the thick roots wrapped around his legs stopped him from slipping out from the dirt. Kenshi gave a groan of disappointment. Looking up, his eyes met with the Matron’s who was leaving. She flicked her hand and suddenly the pressure he felt holding his legs together subsided. “Just give me your hand” begrudgingly, Kenshi did. One pushed as the other pulled and Kenshi slid out from the ground, uniform stained in dirt. 

“What were you thinking? Insulting her like that” Tomas turned to Bi han who showed only visible disdain. “Regardless, we will need a new strategy” Raiden said before Bi han could speak and cause more possible infighting, “Despite our conflict we have been granted entry to the Mangrove. Given, we do not go any further”. “An apology will be necessary, brother-” Bi han snapped at Tomas, “Do not call me that”. Wordlessly the group dispersed, they would need to set up camp if they were going to stay here. 

A bell chimed from the open gazebo that rested on the small floating island standing within the river. Calla picked at her nails as she waited for the others to arrive. She had rarely needed to call meetings since they had finished the construction of the Mangrove. The Old Grove had learned the hard way, the flaws in their design. Fire. A Dryad’s worst fear. She had made sure herself that their new home would not allow the events of the megáli fotiá to repeat. The Mangrove was laden with rivers, waterfalls, and wells. They used their smaller numbers to create larger space between their tree siblings, as well as use stone in place of flammable wood in constructs near the trees. They had even been as thorough as to install multiple lightning rods across the Mangrove to avoid any storm brought on fires. 

Despite all this careful planning and architecture, it seemed humans would always seem to be their biggest danger. As showcased by the intruders currently on their land. The sound of splashing water drew her attention to the stone path that allowed one to walk over the water to the gazebo. Cypress, the second oldest among Hamadryad and Calla’s advisor. “Miche tells me we have intruders” the river was higher than usual, causing the bottoms of Cypress’ pants to become wet. “Six of them. All men” Cypress sat next to Calla, the sound of more splashing water as the other council members took their seats. The council was made up of five people. Calla, Cypress, Coriander, Thyme, and Alycia. All of which were gathered. 

“They were sent by Liu Kang to have us return to the protection of earth realm” Unease grew at the name of the fire god. “Well, did you tell them to leave?” Alycia asked. “Yes, I used force too. However, they insist they were instructed not to leave unless we had agreed to return” Alycia scoffed. “And what? You let them stay? Did nothing?” Calla knew there was something she recognized about that Bi han, he reminded her of Alycia; they were proud, arrogant, and impatient, “Of course not. I used force, however, they were highly skilled”. “If they are more than one person can handle, should we not assemble a party to deal with them” Coriander asked. 

“That would be unwise,” Calla said. “And why is that?” Alycia crossed her arms. “Because the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei is among them” silence, “Any further action taken against them would be inciting a war between our two clans. And we do not yet have the stability to combat the Lin Kuei”. Cypress was the one to speak, “Then why not give them what they want?”. “What?” a number of them asked.

“Hurricane season approaches. Pretend to humor their quarry, leave them without protection. I doubt the endless rain and thunderstorms will be worth staying” The council nodded in approval. “All those in agreement with Cypress” to her relief, there was no counter from anyone, Alycia included. “Very well then” watching the others leave, Calla remained seated. She would need to make trips out to their little camp to keep them complacent and away from the heart of the Mangrove. Just the thought of having to be near Bi han was infuriating, but she was in charge, it was her responsibility. And even if things got out of hand again, the one called Tomas would likely intervene again. At least one of them had a head on their shoulders.

The night sky was clear, however, a strong wind gusted against the group; the telltale sign of an incoming storm. “You gotta be kidding me” Johnny groaned. “Lord Liu Kang was clear in his instructions. No fire” Raiden sat on the thin mat. “Ugh, good thing I brought a battery pack”. “So, this Matron lady is gonna let us stay, but we can't go inside. How are exactly supposed to get her to agree to protect earth realm again? ” unsure how to answer Johnny’s question, Raiden turned his head to look at Smoke. “Matron Calla has agreed to listen to our proposal. Though after today’s blunder it will take much persuasion” Tomas said with his arms crossed. 

It was a good thing the moon was full, the lack of fire combined with the thick foliage surrounding them would leave them in all encompassing darkness. Bi han looked at the others from his spot against a tree around twenty feet away. It was a pitiful group, inexperienced, undisciplined, if Liu Kang had allowed the Lin Kuei to handle it, he would have had this mission done in a matter of hours. He knew that if Kuai Liang had been there he would voice his displeasure with him. But it didn’t matter, he was the Grandmaster, he was the eldest. Kauai Liang had always shown an uncanny resemblance to their father. The old fool… He looked at his arm, now wrapped in blue cloth. As spiteful as he felt at the Matron for cutting him, he would have to put it behind him… for now. A small part of his brain nagged him for not finishing the job when he could have, but another, quieter part of his mind was impressed.

“And I thought I was dramatic” Johnny shoulder bumped Kenshi gesturing to Bi han. “Don’t touch me, Cage” Kenshi rolled his eyes. “What crawled up your ass” A swift punch to his side shut Johnny up, “Ow, geeze”. “This is serious, Cage. There are lives at stake”. Johnny put his hands up defeated, “I’ll take the first watch”.

 Upon the rising of the morning sun, Calla had to mentally prepare herself for her second interaction with Liu Kang’s ‘ambassadors’. She had little need to wander this far from the village, and had it not been for her newfound ‘guests’ she doubted she would have gone this far to the border in at least a decade. Approaching where she had left them the sound of a huff drew her attention. To her left, partoling along their makeshift camp was Bi han. His eyes were narrowed in spite, though this time he did not dawn his blue mask. Had he not attempted to kill her hours previous she might even admit that he was handsome. If only his personality weren’t as jaded as a cliff's edge. 

“Grandmaster, Bi han,” she swallowed her pride and irritation to appear cordial with the cryomancer. “Matron,” it was surprising how deep his voice was, she had half expected its pitch to come from his mask. Silence filled the air as he did nothing but stand with his arms crossed. His bluntness and utter lack of care irritated her to no end, and was no doubt intensional. “Are you going to take me to your negotiator?” Bi han only let out a grunt and began to walk towards presumably the others. “Jackass” Bi han’s head turned swiftly, nostrils flared, infuriated that he could not understand her, though it was evident she was talking about him in a less than… dignified manner. 

 “Matron Calla” A softer and more excitable voice interjected. Tomas stepped closer and gave a small bow, “thank you for allowing us to stay despite our transgressions”. “It was no difficulty, Tomas. I simply hope we can move past this” he nodded in agreement. “Kung Lao,” the man with the bladed hat said with a dramatic bow, “And my companions Kenshi Takahashi,  Johnny Cage, and Raiden”.

“We are honored that you have agreed to speak with us,” Raiden says, “May we sit”. Gesturing to the thin mats layed on the ground. “It was our task given by Lord Liu Kang to convince you to rejoin his order. Though we can sense your reluctance”. Calla looked at Raiden, channeling every bit of her inner strength to not roll her eyes and to stop the scowl that would no doubt plague her face. “With respect. Raiden. The Hamadryad have created a new home on our own without the aid of Liu Kang. There is little he could offer us that we could not provide by ourselves”. “I highly doubt that,” Bi han says from behind her. 

“Excuse me?” Bi han only stood his ground at Calla’s offense. “The monks may have taught the Shaolin nothing, but I am well aware of your plight. The Hamadryad are the weakest they have ever been. This entire mangrove is barely over a decade old” Calla stood enraged, “Brother don’--”.

“How dare you!” Stepping forward Bi han placed himself directly in front of her, staring downwards. “You let your spite for Liu Kang blind you to how vulnerable you truly are”. Tomas was the one to interject, lightly grabbing her shoulder to turn her away from his brother. “Despite Bi han’s disrespect, we recognize your apprehension to Lord Liu Kang. Please, tell us how we may remedy this”. 

Calla had half a mind to ignore Tomas and throw Bi han across the clearing, but that hadn’t ended well the last time. “My people have suffered from your lord’s ambition, unless you are capable of rectifying the losses of every Dryad within the Mangrove I doubt this journey will be worth your time”. Calla had initially hoped to wear them out, to make them realize how futile their efforts would be, and how uncooperative she was. What she did not anticipate however was how utterly confident they were. “Perfect!” Johnny said, “Just let us talk with your people and we’ll have this mess sorted out in no time”. “I’m sorry, what?” Calla was dumbfounded. 

“Trust me, I am an expert in apologies, I made about a thousand of them to my first wife alone. Just let us talk to your people, figure out what’ll make ‘em happy and boom, case closed” perhaps he was suffering some sort of brain damage, it was odd considering she didn’t remember hitting him at all yesterday, but it would explain the complete undeserved confidence he had. 

“Uh, I wouldn’t think it wise for you to enter the Man–” , “Great, then you run it up with your council or whatever and do what you need to, and get us inside” Kenshi turned to his counterpart. “You don’t seriously expect that to work do you”, “Well I don’t see you coming up with anything”.

The two began to bicker, the rest of their company showing visible exhaustion. “I will confer with my council” she said loudly to draw attention away from Johnny and Kenshi, both still arguing with one another. Bi han was about to speak before Tomas stepped in front of him, “Thank you, Matron. We are grateful for your patients”.

It was going to take a lot more than she had thought to get rid of them.

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How taco Tuesday saved the galaxy please!

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HOW TACO TUESDAY SAVED THE GALAXY

AKA The AU Where Nothing Goes Wrong And Everyone Gets To Be A Big Happy Family (AKA TAUWNGWAEGTBABHF)

A Star Wars Crack-Treated-Seriously Fix-It AU by Margin and Margin's Friend

The Premise

All the bad things that happen in the Star Wars prequels are prevented because Anakin and Obi-Wan established a tradition of Taco Tuesday with friends when Anakin was a young padawan.

The Premise, Broken Down

Tacos are an invention of Tatooine. They’re easy and inexpensive to make and can be garnished with practically anything. When Anakin was a child, Shmi would make them often for this reason, but they were so poor that she could hardly ever afford anything other than cheese and the spicy peppers that somehow thrive in the planet’s arid climate. (To this day, cheese and pepper tacos remain Anakin’s favorite.) Though they weren’t anything much, the simple love and care that Shmi put into the meagre meal established them as Anakin’s most favorite food.

After the events of The Phantom Menace, and early into Anakin’s apprenticeship, he shyly mentions to Obi-Wan that he misses his mother’s cooking. Intrigued about Anakin’s native culture (because he was the only member of the original party who didn’t get to go on that field trip to Mos Espa) and earnest to find ways to understand and befriend his young Padawan, Obi-Wan begins to research traditional Tatooinian cuisine- and Anakin gives him tips as they haphazardly learn to make tacos together. They both highly enjoy their experience, and before they realize quite what’s happened they’ve established a tradition of making tacos together every Tuesday night.

As time passes, they begin to invite friends over to share their taco-making exploits.

In the early years, this means a lot of visits from Obi-Wan’s best friend Quinlan Vos and his own apprentice, Aayla Secura (because the Anakin-Aayla childhood friendship happened and you CANNOT and WILL NOT change my mind).

About three years after TPM, 12-year-old Anakin spontaneously invites Master Yoda over, without Obi-Wan’s knowledge, and he shows up about halfway through dinner, leaving Anakin delighted and his poor master very confused. Yoda continues to just show up, uninvited, from then on, and after the initial shock wears off, taco night without Yoda is unnatural and unheard of. 

Obi-Wan himself, taking note of the mounting tension between his Padawan and Mace Windu, decides when Anakin is about 15 to begin inviting the Master over for taco night as well. Mace doesn’t care for tacos, but does quite enjoy nachos- another Tatooinian invention- and he and Anakin come to the realization that Anakin’s favorite kind of taco, cheese and spicy pepper and crickets, is practically the same as Mace’s nachos in a taco shell. It is the first of many times they will learn to reconcile their differences in such a manner.

Inevitably, Attack of the Clones happens. Padme is still almost assassinated, Obi-Wan still finds out about the Clones and Kamino, Anakin is still assigned to be Padme’s bodyguard and they still fall in love. But Shmi Skywalker doesn’t die. Because in this timeline, instead of a lavish dinner in a gazebo on the shores of a Naboo lake, Anakin makes tacos with Padme and his mother in Cliegg Lars’s kitchen… using ingredients that they bought while their transport, due to a technical oversight and a malfunctioning engine, was landed for a refuel and repair on Tatooine. 

Anakin wants to share his favorite food with the woman he loves, and while in the market, Anakin can’t stop thinking about his dreams about his mother. Their transport will be stopped for a few days, due to the amount of time needed to refuel and repair such a large ship, so he decides to ask around for her while they’re here anyway. He still meets Watto, Cliegg, and Owen and Beru. He still rides to the Tusken camp where his mother is still imprisoned. But he arrives days- nay, weeks- earlier than in canon. He can still save her. Shmi doesn’t die in his arms. The Tusken Massacre doesn’t happen. Anakin gets his mother medical attention and she is saved. By the time they return, though, his and Padme’s transport has already left for Naboo, but they decide Tatooine is still safe enough for Padme, so they let her hosts in the Lake Country know they’re safe but won’t be staying with them after all, and the Larses are kind enough to provide residence for Shmi’s son and the charming woman he’s traveling with.

Obi-Wan’s broadcast still reaches Anakin and Padme, and the battle of Geonosis still happens. The Clone Wars still begin. Anakin is still knighted, still secretly marries Padme, still takes Ahsoka as his Padawan. But in this timeline, there are Taco Tuesdays. 

Even on missions, as often as they can, Obi-Wan and Anakin make time for their taco dinners in some fashion. And their stretches of time on Coruscant absolutely provide for this. Various people come and go, but by the middle of the war, there is an established guest list that meets every tuesday night:

Anakin and Obi-Wan, of course. Ahsoka, naturally, because she’s their little sister. Rex, usually with various members of the 501st trailing behind him, and Cody, as often as he can make it, with at least half of the 212th. Yoda and Mace, who have been coming without fail every Tuesday since they were first invited, unless their lives are endangered or they are halfway across the galaxy. Padme, too, desperately needs a break from her senatorial duties, and as wife close friend to Anakin, she’s more than welcome.

And that’s not even getting into the various guests that will show up at Master Kenobi’s apartment, usually without warning but always welcomed with open arms. Plo Koon, Ki-Adi-Mundi, and Luminara Unduli will drop by whenever it is possible for them; Ahsoka will bound in dragging sweet, nervous Barriss Offee behind her at least half the time; Aayla, as Anakin’s closest childhood friend, stops by when she’s not overly preoccupied by something else, usually trailed by her husband Commander Bly or her former master, Quinlan Vos; during particularly tumultuous sessions of the Senate where representatives from nearly every Republic and Neutral Planet are called, it isn’t uncommon to see Padme walking in while in the middle of a conversation with the ever-well-received Duchess of Mandalore. Plenty of Clones can be expected at any given gathering, as well as any Jedi and/or Padawan who just needs a meal.

There are many reasons why so many people are drawn to Taco Night: the warmth of a family, the laughter of friends, the immutable fact that tacos are so diverse that everyone can technically be eating the same thing yet have exactly what they want on their dinner. And the conversations. The discussions, whether jesting in nature or of a more serious subject. 

And it is a mix of all of these things that leaves a mark on Anakin Skywalker.

From the beginning, even back in the days when he was nine years old and it was just him, Obi-Wan, and their apartment’s tiny kitchenette, he had a sense of home. Of a love similar to the one he shared with his mother- not exactly the same, never the same, but not quite so different as he had thought, and a good kind of different. He still misses his mother, of course, but he comes to realize- in a way that his canon self never did- that love multiplies, not divides. That to love Obi-Wan, and then Padme, and then Ahsoka, and then all his other friends, does not diminish his love for his mother. That to have a new family does not mean that he has forsaken the old one. He learns the difference between empty, jealous attachment, and full, warm, self-giving love.

And he learns to listen. The conversations that his family- his large, eccentric, taco-loving family- hold can range from silly (it is perfectly acceptable to tease Obi-Wan for eating tacos with a full set of cutlery, and to laugh at the fact that Ahsoka’s tacos are meat, and only meat, including having a slice of ham as the vehicle instead of a flatbread- Togruta are carnivores, after all) to serious (why exactly attachment is forbidden, what attachment even is, if and how it is possible to reconcile the current state of affairs in the galaxy with the peacekeeping nature of the Jedi), but one thing stays the same- people listen. In this universe, over meals of bread and cheese and various meats, Anakin learns to think about the other viewpoint. To compare, contrast, and reconcile his own beliefs with the opposing viewpoint. To observe, ponder, digest, what the other person is saying before blurting out something rash, or acting on impulse. Anakin learns to listen. 

And listen he does.

For it is not merely Anakin Skywalker who is changed by these weekly dinners. In various manners, the events that transpire at Taco Tuesdays prevent horrible catastrophes taking place.

Barriss Offee’s descent into despair.

The deaths of so many valiant and virtuous men and women.

Awful tragedies within and without the ranks of the Clone Army and the Jedi Order.

Most importantly… the mess that is Revenge of the Sith.

Because he learned to listen, to think, to be mindful of his thoughts and actions while around the dinner table, Anakin doesn’t let his anger get the better of him in the General’s Quarters aboard the Invisible Hand. He does not bow to the pressure of Palpatine to kill Dooku, instead remaining firm in his Jedi principles and insisting that Dooku be kept in custody. 

Because Barriss Offee never betrayed the order, Ahsoka was never framed. She was never expelled. She remains Anakin’s padawan. And so she continues to attend Taco Tuesdays, and one late night, utterly exhausted and thus lacking the filter formed by a fully-awake and alert mind, she comments that Senator Amidala is looking a bit fuller around the waistline than usual. And suddenly it’s not just Anakin and Padme aware of her pregnancy, it’s three Jedi Masters, a Padawan, and at least seven Clones. 

(Needless to say, everyone privately arrives at the very logical conclusion that Anakin’s the father. But at the moment, there are bigger fish to fry, including winning a war and getting the senator proper medical attention.)

The Council still asks Anakin to keep tabs on Palpatine, and Palpatine still forcefully appoints Anakin to the Council. He is still not made a Master. But years of learning while lounging on Obi-Wan’s couch with a taco in hand to listen, to observe, to be mindful have changed several things about Anakin. For one, he no longer blindly trusts the Chancellor. His observations and his intuition tell him that something about the man cannot be trusted. So he is, in this timeline, less reluctant to keep an eye on Palpatine. And for another, he is more understanding and respectful of the Council’s decisions. He may not personally agree with the decision to withhold the title of Master from him, but he understands that to be on the Council at all is a great honor, and he is hopeful that perhaps, someday, he may achieve the rank of Master through his wisdom. 

Obi-Wan is still sent to Utapau. He still confronts Grievous. Grievous is still killed. But back on Coruscant, something is different. Because, Obi-Wan may not be there at the moment- but, in this timeline, he’s not the lynchpin holding Anakin’s fragile sanity together. In this timeline, Anakin is wise. And in this timeline, he is not haunted by the deaths of his mother. Of the Tuskens. Of Dooku. Of the visions of Padme’s death.

When Palpatine asks Anakin to the Opera, intending to plant the seeds of doubt about his loved ones’ safety in the young Jedi’s mind, Anakin has to politely decline. I’m sorry, Chancellor, he apologizes. But that’s Tuesday night. I already have a commitment to keep. No one hears the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise that night.

Palpatine is astronomically frustrated. He has no new apprentice. He knows it’s only a matter of time before the Jedi, finishing tending to Dooku’s severed hands, begin to question their prisoner. He knows that his plan is falling apart at the seams. So he makes a final, last ditch effort to bring Anakin to the Dark Side.

He summons Anakin to his office one bright, clear morning. And he reveals that he’s Darth Sidious. He smooth-talks his way through Anakin’s righteous anger, promising him everything the Jedi can give him and more. He will make Anakin a Master. He will make his marriage to Padme safe and known. He will give him unlimited power, and Obi-Wan and Ahsoka can be his right-hand men. They will rule a glorious empire, together.

And perhaps Anakin starts to falter. Perhaps he considers it. Perhaps it truly does tempt him, for though he is wiser in this universe, he is still only a human, proud and prone to selfishness. 

But one thought, only a single thought, crosses his mind.

He asks, “But do the Sith have tacos?”

It is a foolish question, and he knows it. Instantly, his face burns with childish shame. But he was not asking whether or not the Sith can make the Tatooinian staple, not really. He was asking, really, if the Sith can give him the love and warmth and understanding of the weekly dinner meetings. If the Sith can give him a family. If the Sith can touch his soul.

Palpatine is taken aback, for a moment. Then, a smile crosses his face. “Of course,” he promises. And he strides over to his fridge and pulls out… something. A taco, he assures, but in a bag for convenience. And made with high-end, Coruscanti delicacies, not the crude aboriginal toppings of Tatooine.

And Anakin is disgusted. Because this taco is not a taco. Not in the sense that Anakin means. It was mass prepared by droids in a factory, not individually crafted by the hands of someone who knows and loves him. It is filled with bland, blanched pastes, not the symphony of colors and flavors that represent a galaxy of cultures in the palm of his hand. It was made to be nibbled on alone, on the go, not enjoyed with all the people he loves when he made time specifically for them. It is everything that a taco isn’t. It’s empty. Void.

Soulless. Just like the Sith.

Palpatine- rather, Darth Sidious- lies dead at Anakin’s feet, his head cleanly and painlessly severed by an arc of brilliant azure.

With the death of Sidious comes the death of the War. Order 66 never happens. The Jedi Purge never happens. Darth Vader, Ben Kenobi, Fulcrum, and the Rebellion are never born, and Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, and Padme Amidala never die. The Empire never rises from the ashes of the Republic. Bail Organa is elected Supreme Chancellor in the wake of Palpatine’s demise, and he ushers the Republic into a new golden age of peace and prosperity. Padme succeeds in convincing the Senate to pass the Clone Rights Bill, and millions of men rejoice as they are free to live as citizens of the Republic. 

And speaking of Padme- nine months have passed. She does not deliver her twins, dying, on a transport ship from Mustafar, but alive, well, and healthy in a hospital on Naboo, just as she had wanted so badly. She names her son Luke, and while Obi-Wan is still the first to hold him, it is not because of Anakin’s absence or Padme’s lack of strength. Anakin is right there, holding his wife’s hand because she still has one more baby to deliver. Obi-Wan is simply giving his assistance to a friend in need. And Anakin names his daughter Leia, and it is Ahsoka who holds her, torn between excited squeals of I get to be an AUNT, good Force she is the cutest little girl and a quiet, hushed reverence for the tiny life she holds in her hands. 

One final note on the Skywalker Family. Now that the War is over, it can be properly addressed: Anakin broke the Jedi Code, not merely by violating his vow of celibacy but by concealing this truth from the Council. Despite all he has done for the Order- which is acknowledged and given its due praise and recognition- he cannot be allowed to remain in it. Yoda, Mace, Aayla, and Obi-Wan- as well as many other Councilmen and Women- all wish it were not so, but the rules are very clear. And yet, Anakin is wise in this universe. He acknowledges his fault and his deception. He humbly accepts his expulsion, because he knows full well that he deserves it. And so he remains on good terms with the entirety of the Jedi Order. He is even allowed to keep his Lightsaber- because, Jedi though he may no longer be, the Force is still with him. And after all, this lightsaber is his life. 

Ahsoka is transferred to Obi-Wan to finish her padawan training. Anakin and Padme retire to Naboo, where they raise Luke and Leia in relative peace- that is to say, as much peace as you can get when your last name is Skywalker. They are happy. They are very happy. The twins love, and are in turn adored by, their Uncle Obi-Wan and Aunt Ahsoka, on their father’s side, and Uncle and Aunt Bail and Breha on their mother’s. They are doted upon by their Grandmother and Grandfather Naberrie (Padme’s parents) and spoiled by their Grandma and Grandpa Shmi and Cliegg, and Aunt and Uncle Beru and Owen. When it is discovered that they are both incredibly Force-Sensitive, Anakin has to practically wrestle the Council to not admit them to the Creche because all his Jedi friends want to train his children. Luke and Leia have, literally, thousands of uncles and/or cousins in the Clones, who are quite protective of their niece and nephew/baby cousins. No one is exactly sure what Satine is to them, but whatever it is, she has been quoted as saying, in private conversation, that she wishes they were hers, so clearly they have a loving relationship.

And when they are old enough to eat solid food, they, too, join the still-continuing throng of family that gather in Obi-Wan and Ahsoka’s living room every Tuesday for Tacos. 

And they love it.

[wildtrakaustralia]

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[tangledbea]

This is the concept art I was referring to

Oh, no, there's nothing ghostly about that.

In that version of the story, there's this gazebo/shrine that has multiple murals, and Rapunzel goes to look at it (later replaced by her seeing the mural in the town square). But this is also the version of the story where Eugene makes a deal with Gothel while they're camping, presumably to turn Rapunzel over to her:

So that moment that you showed me was Gothel springing the trap on Rapunzel.

Unfortunately, I don't know enough about this version of the plot to answer any further questions about it. I don't know if Eugene just had a change of heart or decided not to turn Rapunzel over and it was too late or what. Heck, I don't even know if Eugene was named anything but Flynn in this version.

All concept art in this post is by Paul Felix.

[ranger-rai]

Hey Ranger Rai! I’m on my way to Floaroma Town and as I was walking along I saw the biggest, most chonkiest Pachirisu sit on a tree limb. It was so big the limb broke and fell to the ground! I tried to see if the Pachirisu was ok but it ran off and I was wonder if it’s common for wild Pokémon to get so big?

Well, if Pachirisu was able to get up and run off, that's a good sign. However, the size could be a problem.

If it was seen on the way to Floraroma Town, it's more than likely getting fed by someone nearby or getting food from nearby rest areas.

There are many rest areas between towns, I'm sure you have seen them, where trainers can relax, cook food, take showers, and set up small camps if they can't make it to a town.

There are also Gazebo like structures that double as emergency shelter in the event of severe storms, tremors, and even dangerous encounters.

Unfortunately, a lot of trainers don't secure or dispose of food correctly, which results in some scavengers finding the food and developing bad eating habits.

If you can give me the location, I'll go out and investigate it first thing in the morning.

This is why we tell people to

[imaginespazzi]

GH Chapter 6 babyyyyy. Oooh girl, I needed this fluff! Feeling a little down in the dumps as our embryo transfer failed, and honestly this perked me up! No worries though I am remaining positive as we have a few more frozen embryos so we shall try again :) But truly reading this chapter yesterday gave me such a boost! Thank you :) REACTIONS - My only negative feedback/correction is that it is indeed, as easy for a literal child to buy alcohol in eastern Europe as it is to buy coke 😂😂😂 wild place. - The whole sequence of them in the gazebo, P bringing up the date, the angst, anticipation, butterflies brought me back to being 15. Which is a huge feat because girl, it was a while ago lol - "She does none of the above. Instead Azzi kisses Paige back." Oh thank the lord above Azzi Fudd LET YOUR LOINS LEAD YOU and chill a bit - Their hearts talking to each other. What a beautiful depiction of what it would feel like to be kissing your person again after all this time. Although I am firmly in the camp of them having had some sort of physical/sexual interaction either during Ps marriage or after her divorce teehee - “I- I broke your heart. I broke us. How could you possibly want that again. How could you possibly want me again?” AZZI does she have to spell it out in sky writing? She loves you and will always love you and will always want you. Forever. One step forward two steps back with this one eh - "Take it slow and see where it goes and maybe we’ll- maybe we’ll be even better this time.” See Paige is wise. Our dumb blonde is not so dumb when it comes to MATTERS OF THE HEART. And Vagina. - THE RULES. You been spending too much time w/ @pb524830 haha. Hopefully you don't EDGE US TO DEATH like a certain someone did for the first part of PnP. - I wanna know did they like sit down and have a formal conversation about what the rules are? Also what is within the kissing boundary lol Tongue? Little boob squeeze? Giving themselves blue-clits over here. Better buy batteries for their vibrators at Costco prob going through a couple double-As every 3 days. - But in all honestly the thought of them making out on Azzis couch after Stephie is in bed, then having to separate and have Paige go back to her house at the end of the night is very high school and precious and cute. - Ok girl you know the car seat thing was the highlight for me. You put a big smile on my face by including that I LOVED IT. And its pu-ple!!!! cute cute cute cute - “You look really happy today sweetheart,” Tim says softly. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 - Dying at the contrast of Stephie thinking the sun shines out of P's ass and she is the moral and Christ-like center of the universe while Jon and Jose are like um no this bitch is a menace you don't even know - Awwww are the 3 of them gonna sleep in a queen sized bed w/ Stephie in the middle. I can't. Lil family - “you won’t- you won’t run away again tomorrow morning will you?” make me cry again why don't you - I think hearing EVERYONE around her calling P 'Paige' has gotta switch up Stephies name for her at some point. Maybe hearing Drew call her Paigey will influence her? Overall this was such delicious fluff and perfect whisps of angst. Made my day- my week! Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Am I terrified for whats to come? YUP! But hopefully you can preserve our hearts a little bit by keeping up some tender fluff throughout 😭 <3 🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼🤱🏼

Aww bby sending you so much virtual love and hugs. I'm glad this chapter cheered you up and I'm manifesting so hard for it to work next time <3

LMAO I did actually think of this but then was like when would Paige have time to just walk around Minsk and find alcohol lol?

That whole scene is veryy vaguely inspired by my own first kiss so it was actually pretty easy to write and I just channeled my inner 15 year old (been a while for me too) into it

NOT THE LOINS LMAO I had a feeling you'd appreciate the "plot twist"

Azzi's just an overthinker BUT SHE'S WORKING ON IT! In the meantime I guess blondie has custody of their one shared braincell.

LMAO I don't think anyone will ever get to the level of edging that @pb524830 did like she's simply just the queen of sexual tension and making us suffer.

THE CAR SEAT SCENE REALLY WAS FOR YOU SO I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT

I'm so attached to Miss Buecks like I lowkey don't want to have Stephie call her anything else and I can't think of any other original nickname that only Stephie would call her.

[offdensen]

missed that ask meme, curious about wonder! (also didn't know you wrote, just read your trek fics they are 😳🩵🩵🩵🩵)

aw, thank you! i really appreciate that :')

okay so wonder is an old project from when i first got into trek eight years ago. i barely wrote any of the actual fic, but the unfinished outline is over 7k words. it's a beast. i have no idea if i'll ever finish it lmao

there's this movie called this is war (2012) starring chris pine (all my feelings about aos and aos!kirk aside, i love cpine. what a guy) about two guys who are spies and end up competing each other for a lady. it's a romcom. it's not good. but!!! i thought the premise of jim and spock being undercover agents for starfleet intelligence and both falling for bones would be a fun sandbox to play in.

some key notes (this shit is long sorry):

jim and spock have worked together for two years; spock nearly always calls him sir, even when they're alone in private; they both have feelings for each other but. well. they're stupid

bones is still a medical doctor, of course. fresh on the heels of a divorce, he moves to a colony planet and works in one of the largest hospitals in the capital city, avicenna clinic and emergency center

this colony planet, nasir, is located near the border of the beta and alpha quadrants. there are three main cities on the northeastern continent with a string of rural settlements between them, with each main city named after medieval muslim astronomers (al-shatir in the north, al-haytham in the south, and the capital al-khwarizmi in the middle). this continent is largely humid with regular rainstorms and 65°F average temperatures year-round, making it suitable for growing fresh produce, the planet's main export

there is some weird political stuff happening in al-khwarizmi, which is why jim and spock are sent there on assignment; an agent-in-training chekov and long-time investigator scotty are working with them in tandom, but behind the scenes

uhura is a xenolinguist studying the influence of standard on non-human colonists' languages; she is in relationship with chapel, head nurse at avicenna; they are both some of bones' only friends in the colony

sulu is a botanist specializing in xenoagriculture, studying the efficacy of the planet's soil as well as a strange fungus that's been infecting some local crops

rand is a reporter for al-khwarizmi's local news station who's been trying to uncover the reason behind the abnormally high number of political representatives resigning from their positions

and some plot beats:

jim meets bones at a bar and is drawn to him immediately; they build a quick and easy rapport; "jim feels a little butterflies-in-the-stomach high as he watches leonard leave and he makes a mental note to come back to this bar tomorrow"

he later discovers that bones is the same doctor that spock sought after in his preparatory research, having made certain to find a skilled doctor with a xenobiology background in case their mission goes awry

spock requests an interview with bones before his scheduled physical upon discovering that jim in interested in him; they Do Not get along initially, but the physical appointment goes over much more smoothly and that's when spock is like "oh. i'm also fascinated by this man"

jim and spock establish three rules about pursuing bones: not discussing one another with bones, do not infringe on one another's wooing, and no sex. at this point there's no solid "this is polyamory" but rather a "winner-takes-all" deal

it's uhura and chapel that convince bones to deliberate polyamory with jim and spock; still abiding by their rules, they agree, still keeping their knowledge of the other a secret. i'm sure that won't cause any problems in the future :)

a lot of dates. oh my god they go on so many dates. mckirk at the arboretum and camping in tents and slow dancing in a park gazebo; spones at an art gallery and a vulcan restaurant and the aquarium. someone breaks one of their rules. whoops

while all of this is happening, there's an overarching plot regarding political intrigue, a possible homicide, and a plague. it's all very ambitious and probably the reason why i never got very far. maybe one day!