#shoreline grill

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

beach day for team RED

kinda like my la squadra headcanons i made eons ago about the same thing, enjoy

less of an x reader thing and more like team bonding headcanons

-the group beach volleyball games get crazy. people are hurt, bystanders are in shock, scout lost a tooth, but it's all in good fun probably

-pyro is in full scuba gear, hundreds of feet under the surface of the water, occasionally coming back up with color aquatic life they probably shouldn't be touching just to show everybody

-solider and demo are trying to build the tallest sand "castle" they can (it is in no way a castle, it's just a big mound), but when they get bored of that they take turns catching and tossing scout into the ocean

-spy is tanning but is also inadvertently giving himself the ugliest tan-lines in the world. he forgot to take the balaclava off and nobody will tell him because they think it's hilarious

-we all know engineer is workin that grill like he was born to do it 🙄 but he'll also take a moment to go lookin at critters when the tide recedes

-sniper is making friends with the seagulls. he is also sprinkling breadcrumbs around scout for said seagulls to harass. he does go take a look at whatever sea creature pyro surfaces with and consistently asks if they can cook it for the laughs

-poor scout is getting bullied almost the whole time. between the seagulls and the surprise swimming lessons from demo and soldier, he's finding it a little hard to fully enjoy himself. teaming up with his assailants to bury spy in the sand makes it all worth it, though

-heavy is out swimming with the dolphins. he rarely gets to appreciate the beauty of nature (that isn't in the desert), both on the battlefield and in his home country, so he allows himself to do bask in it every chance he gets. Big fan of tide-pooling and will happily join pyro or engineer to ogle at a little crab or sea slug

-medic is as far away from everyone else as possible. he already has to deal with them 24/7, he'd like his vacation time to be solo. he's done playing doctor for them, so if someone needs anything they can flag down a lifeguard; medic will be enjoying himself 5 miles down the shoreline

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I've got a very unusual opportunity to present to you today. This is a recently remodeled 1965 6-Plex, Units 1-6, in Ocean Shores, WA. It's a turn-key short term rental business and you get the whole complex of 9bds, 6ba for $1,399,950. The fun, themed bedrooms aren't exactly for families, if you get my drift.

I'm a little confused though. Anyway, the locals supposedly call the town of Ocean Shores, "Open Sores," b/c the tourists leave so much trash on an otherwise beautiful stretch of shoreline, that you’re bound to cut your foot on something.

As usual, the photos are all jumbled, so it's unclear. This, however, is clearly an Egyptian-themed unit. Also, the town gets some Furry and Swingers conventions (I think that furry refers to the people that wear outfits that look like cute stuffed animals). The nearby town of Westport is host to more of these conventions, however.

It appears that the actual bedrooms are in the A-Frame sections.

I don't know what the spiral stairs lead to. It looks like the units have basements. Anyway, this one looks like a castle theme.

Every castle needs a sex dungeon and this one looks like it has 2 bedrooms. No, they don't show them.

They show the bath for this unit. So, they have small standard 3pc. baths.

And, this is the Viking themed unit. The table and benches in the dining area look like a Viking ship.

This looks like a larger unit with a desk and small sitting room.

The Viking bedroom.

There's a center court where the renters can socialize.

They even have a couple of grills.

This is a play area for family fun. I don't think that this corner property is for the short term renters.

There are at least 2 units that have decks on the back, and I'm thinking that either the owner lives in one, or there are 2 long-term rentals.

It looks like a very commercial area. There's the convention center on the left where the swingers must meet.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/782-Ocean-Ct-NW-16-Ocean-Shores-WA-98569/2068182840_zpid/

[jxwl4k]

Harmony in Contrast

PLOT: Ushijima Wakatoshi, known for his calm demeanor, finds himself captivated by the energetic and lively Y/N L/N. Despite their differences, they discover a harmonious balance in their relationship, where Ushijima's stability complements Y/N's energy, creating a love filled with understanding and joy.

A/N: I decided to just post it today, since majority of the vote is yes, and I also wanted to publish it today. So yeah enjoy reading!

Also, if you guys want more ushijima fanfic, just tell me and don’t be shy to tell me if you have any scenarios!

Ushijima Wakatoshi was known as the calm and collected boyfriend among his friends and teammates. He had a serious demeanor and a focused attitude towards his volleyball career. His girlfriend, Y/N L/N, on the other hand, was the complete opposite – energetic, lively, and always bursting with enthusiasm.

One sunny afternoon, Ushijima and Y/N decided to spend the day at the beach. As they arrived, Y/N immediately ran towards the water, eager to splash around and build sandcastles. Ushijima followed behind, his pace steady and composed.

"Come on, Wakatoshi! Let's play beach volleyball!" Y/N exclaimed, grabbing a ball and bouncing on her toes.

Ushijima nodded calmly, accepting the challenge. Despite his reserved nature, he couldn't help but smile as Y/N's vibrant energy rubbed off on him. They started playing, with Y/N diving for every ball and cheering loudly with each point they scored. Ushijima's precise spikes and steady serves complemented Y/N's agile moves perfectly.

After a fun game, they settled down on the sand. Y/N chatted animatedly about her day while Ushijima listened attentively, occasionally interjecting with thoughtful comments. As the sun began to set, they walked along the shoreline, hand in hand.

"Wakatoshi, look at this one! It's so pretty," Y/N exclaimed, holding up a particularly intricate shell.

Ushijima nodded, his gaze thoughtful as he replied, "It's impressive how nature creates such intricate patterns."

"Yeah! Nature is amazing, isn't it?" Y/N grinned, slipping the shell into her pocket before skipping ahead again.

Later, at dinner, they sat across from each other in a cozy seaside restaurant. Y/N eagerly scanned the menu, her eyes lighting up at the descriptions of various dishes.

"I think I'll try the seafood pasta," Y/N decided, closing the menu with a satisfied nod.

Ushijima placed his menu down and calmly said, "I'll have the grilled fish."

Y/N leaned forward, her excitement palpable. "Oh, that sounds delicious! I can't wait to try everything here."

Ushijima smiled softly. "You always find joy in the simplest things."

Y/N grinned back. "And you always know how to appreciate the finer details."

Throughout the evening, their conversation flowed effortlessly. Y/N shared stories from her day, recounting funny anecdotes and amusing observations. Ushijima listened intently, occasionally adding a quiet comment or asking a thoughtful question.

As they walked home under the moonlit sky, Y/N linked arms with Ushijima, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment. She glanced up at him, her voice soft with affection. "Thank you for today, Wakatoshi. I had so much fun."

Ushijima nodded, his expression gentle. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Y/N."

"And thank you for being so patient with me," Y/N added with a playful grin. "I know I can be a handful sometimes."

Ushijima chuckled softly. "It's part of what makes you who you are."

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of the ocean providing a soothing backdrop to their thoughts. As they approached their apartment building, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the balance they brought to each other's lives – her boundless energy and his calm presence creating a harmonious rhythm that felt just right.

[akai-akai]

Quiet of the Mind

a tiny 141 poly drabble— slightly price/gaz centric but not really.

***unedited***

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It's rare that they're granted this kind of peace.

The sun's just beginning brush against the treeline, the gentle lapping of water against a rocky lakeshore mixing with the hum of cicadas and birdsong.

John's old blue truck— the same once he's had since his beard was no more than some scratchy stubble on his chin— was backed up near a dock, a bright red cooler filled with beer and other drinks and lunch meat sitting on the bed of it and the tailgate flipped down.

Up a wooden plank staircase, a fair-sized cedar cabin sat on structural stilts, not far from the water's edge. The boys had rented the thing for the entire 2 weeks, per John's suggestion.

"We're out in the bush all the time as soldiers," John said when he spoke of the trip. "Never get to really enjoy nature, too busy watching our arses out there."

So here they were. A quiet, private lake spanned out in front of them, surrounded by lush green forest and the only other civilization being the cabins on the far side, far enough that the early morning fog that settles over the crystalline waters completely hides the cabins from view.

Simon and Johnny stand on the cabin's deck above, Simon manning the grill while Johnny spears darts into a dartboard fixed on the side of the cabin. Below, Kyle rests, sitting on the open tailgate with a cold can of coke next to him and a maplewood guitar sitting in his lap, his fingers deftly plucking away at the strings. It's a lulling sound, soft dulcet chords vaguely reminiscent of western folk music. John leans against the tailgate beside him, eyes fixed on the far shoreline as he watches a small herd of deer travel through the grass towards the trees. He's quiet, his mind is quiet. For once.

"What song?" He mutters to Kyle as he glances over to him, only to find Kyle's warm eyes already locked onto him through his pretty eyelashes, head tilted with the way he holds his guitar.

Kyle shrugs slightly, continuing to strum. "Just wingin' it."

John smiles at him fondly, but says nothing more. Just turns back to the lake and listens. Even the sound of Johnny cursing at the dartboard and Simon griping at him for putting a dart-sized hole in the wood siding of the cabin can't interrupt his peace. If anything, it's a comforting sound.

There's several plates lined out on a foldable table next to the still-smoking grill— bratwursts, burger patties, hotdogs, grilled cob corn, potato wedges, macaroni courtesy of Johnny, who nursed the pot over the cabin's stove for 15 minutes and fished the ripped up box from the trash 3 different times because he kept forgetting how much milk, butter, and water to add. (Simon told him multiple times to just leave the bloody thing on the countertop until the mac was done.)

The sun's shining bright gold and orange through the gaps in the trees when Simon lets out a whistle signaling the barbecue's done, and Kyle slides his fingers down the strings, stopping the vibrations as he carefully sets his guitar back in his case behind the cooler. He dutifully fishes more beers from said cooler for the other 3 men, favoring another coke for himself. John's hand brushes over his affectionately as he takes the glass bottle with a soft murmur of "thank you, love."

They each carry their full plates back down the stairs and take their seats at the old picnic table at the bottom as the sky paints itself purple and pink, and John's unusually quiet. Content.

His eyes rest on each of his boys in turn as he eats, Johnny and Kyle bickering good-naturedly about the best time of day to go fishing while Simon glances between the two, subtly eggs them on with a quiet "the best time's midnight" and suddenly they've both turned on him, allies against a common enemy. Simon must feel John's gaze on him— he has a knack for that— because he glances up at just the right moment as Johnny and Kyle move on to their favorite fishing lures.

Simon's lips quirk into the smallest crooked grin, an equally fond look in his eyes as the two speak without words.

Price just takes a swig of his beer and pushes all other thoughts from his mind. Averts his eyes to the sky.

A pretty sunset, he thinks.

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*bites hand and screams* I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

honorable mentions: I think simon would secretly have a nice, velvety singing voice, johnny is wicked on a drum set, and john is scarily good at whistling.

[brandonduhaimes]

Summer on you

Gif credits to owner

Pairing: Matt Boldy x reader

Length: 991 words

Preface: Summer days at the lake house with bolds

Authors note: Happy birthday bolds!

You and Matt were currently on the way to Jack's for a weekend with the world junior team. As you pulled into the large driveway you noticed Jack coming outside with grilling tongs in hand. You smiled and waved as Jack ran up to the car. Matt rolled down the window smiling at his friend.

"How you doing Y/n?" He asks.

"Pretty great! It's been a busy couple weeks so the break this weekend will be nice." You smile as Matt makes his way back around the car with your bags.

"Which room are we in huggy?" He asks and Jack takes one of the suitcases from Matt showing you to your room.

"You guys are in here, we are going to grill out and then go down by the lake for the day." Jack says "I'll leave you guys here I have to go make sure Trevor isn't burning the house down."

"We will see you in a little bit!" Matt yells after him and you laugh as he throws the bags up onto the bed.

"Should we change and get downstairs?" You ask and Matt nods. The two of you take turns using the bathroom and putting on swimsuit and a T-shirt.

As you make your way down the stairs you can hear assorted screaming and laughing coming from what you assumed was the kitchen.

As you walk into the kitchen you can smell the aroma of chicken kebabs and rice. When you walked in you saw Alex, Cole and Trevor huddled around the stove inspecting the food being made. You laugh and grab the plates off the counter working on setting the table on the patio.

After this you make your way back into the kitchen where you immediately find yourself tackled in a hug from the boys. You catch up with the three of them and wait for Matt to make his way downstairs.

About five minutes later Matt finally made his way downstairs and everyone sat down to eat. Lunch went well with lots of chirping and loud laughter. Jack then directed everyone down to the lake where people spent hours swimming, yelling, racing jet skis and making each other laugh.

Towards the end of the night you and Matt ran to the store and got stuff for sandwiches and s'mores. You could have spent hours walking around the grocery store enjoying the quiet and looking at different things.

"This is kind of nice" Matt says and you smile at him.

"It feels normal to me, not like its something that we do all the time but I never thought I could actually enjoy grocery shopping." You reply and Matt hums in agreement.

You guys made your way up to the cashiers and Matt paid. With the errands finished the two of you made your way back to Jack's.

Jack had the fire started when the two of you returned and you both took the open swing Matt pulling you on top of him.

The other boys left slowly throughout the night until eventually it was just the two of you left on the swing.

"Come here, I want to show you something." Matt pushes both of you up and leads you towards the shoreline. He pulls out a canoe from the rack and pushes it into the water.

As he helps you into the canoe and you two make your way out into the lake you cant help but notice how beautiful the lights along the shoreline. Shortly after Matt pulls up to a secluded area with a small open cliff set. He pulls up underneath it and shines his phone light up to the top.

You look up to see a beautiful ceiling above full of tiny little white crystals that almost looked like stars.

"Matt its beautiful, how did you find this?" You question and he smiles and rubs the back of his neck.

"I got into a fight with Cole the first year I came here so i went kayaking and explored some of the caves around here. It was really fun so I did that for most of the summer when I wasn't training." He smiles looking back up at the roof of the cave "It was always pretty quiet around here so it was nice for when I needed a break. This one was my favorite just because it had the ceiling."

"Does anyone else know this is here?" You ask and Matt shrugs.

"I don't really know I haven't ever run into anyone here but I bet that other people have found it before. I never told any of the guys about it, I didn't want one of their girls posting it and having people figuring out where we live."

"That makes sense, I kind of like that I'm the first one to see this." You reply.

"Me too." Matt lets the conversation be there and you take in the ceiling that somehow gets more beautiful every time you look at it.

"Y/n I want you to know that I love you. I love you endlessly, you're the only person I've ever loved this much." Matt says quickly and you smile at him.

"I love you so much too Matthew, I wouldn't want to be with anyone else." You kiss him gently on the lips and he smiles slighty into the kiss. After a few seconds you separate and Matt grabs your pinkie with his.

You stay in the cave a little bit longer enjoying each other's company before you both decide to head in for the night.

On your way back to shore you stop and wonder how you had such an amazing boyfriend. You loved him and he loved you and that was al the two of you needed.

[planetpiastri]

14- kissing under the stars with rooster please🥹❤️

hi birch!! idk what it is, but writing rooster brings the sap outta me. so here's a super sappy, super romantic, super sugary blurb about camping w roo<3 | [wc - 0.9k]

When Bradley first invited you to a weekend getaway at his family cabin with all of his Navy buddies, you weren’t entirely sure you should come. You’d only met Natasha—and Jake, once, but you tried to block out that particular memory, since it involved too many tequila shots and a karaoke machine that only had Mariah Carey—and you and Bradley had only been dating for a few months. It was too soon, right?

But as Reuben and Mickey helped you push your kayak into the lake, and Bob tossed you a half-used can of sunscreen, and Bradley watched proudly from the treeline as he put on a pair of sunglasses, you found yourself immensely glad that he’d convinced you after all.

Bradley joined you in the backseat of the kayak, teasing as he did, “Are you sure you’re supposed to be in the front? Do you even have your pilot’s license?”

“Stand back, nonbeliever,” you shot back, pushing away from the shore before Bradley even had a chance to get comfy. He cried out and laughed, nearly toppling out of the kayak, but managed to right himself.

“Easy, killer,” he chuckled. “You didn’t tell me you were a kayaking machine.”

“Maybe I’m just trying to impress you,” you shot back. “Is it working?”

“Definitely.”

The afternoon passed in a comfortable haze as everybody paddled around the lake, sharing whiteclaws and waters. Jake had blown up an inflatable kiddie pool and stocked it with snacks, booze, and a bluetooth speaker. Classic rock oozed from his round little paradise, and periodically the other pilots would paddle over in their canoes or their inner tubes and nab a soda or a beer from his cooler.

You and Bradley traded your kayak for Bob’s inflatable raft and spent most of the day sprawled out, half-napping, your limbs tangled together and sticky from the sunscreen. When he wrapped his arms around you and tumbled the two of you into the cold water of the lake—subsequently losing his sunglasses—you decided maybe it was time to head back and get dinner.

Conversation flowed easily with everyone as you all paddled back to the cabin and dragged your various flotation devices up onto high ground. Reuben volunteered to start the campfire, and Javy got nominated to light up the grill and get the hot dogs cooking. You joined Natasha in the kitchen as she showed you how to make her famous ‘miscellaneous fruit tart,’ and the two of you banded together to banish Bradley from the kitchen when he kept trying to steal fresh strawberries. Mickey and Bob were put on music detail, filling the wood cabin with old John Denver and Fleetwood Mac tunes. Jake was a surprisingly adept sous chef, helping where Javy told him to and plating out piping-hot dogs built to everyone’s particular specifications.

As the sun set and the stars came out, everyone gathered around the fire pit. You and Bradley shared a two-seater plastic bench, one blanket thrown over both your laps, your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you whispered into the skin of his neck.

“Thanks for coming,” he replied just as quietly, pressing his lips to your hairline.

Under the blanket, his calluses traced the knuckles of your hand, sending shivers up your arm. You shut your eyes and pressed deeper into him.

Mickey, who—along with Jake and Javy—had started drinking around noon and hadn’t ever stopped, was the one to finally tip the night away from ‘sleepy and romantic’ and towards ‘rowdy getaway weekend’ when he stood up and began to conduct everyone in singing along to Dancing in the Dark, which still playing from the open living room windows.

“Do you want to step away for a breather?” Bradley asked you, his hand warm in yours.

You nodded, and the two of you eased out of the two-seater. No one else seemed to notice you leave as you snuck down to the shoreline, hand in hand. The blanket was thrown over Bradley’s shoulder. When you rounded the path and saw the stars glittering on the surface of water, your breath caught in your throat.

“Way better than movie night on your couch, right?” Bradley asked, shaking out the blanket and laying it down on the pine needles.

He sat down, and you curled up against him. You could hear your friends singing and laughing around the bend, and the smell of burnt marshmallows filled the air, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to want to go back. In this moment, in the arms of this wonderful, charming man, you felt perfectly content.

“I love you,” you said before you could think better of it.

When you looked up at Bradley, he was grinning down at you so hard it looked like it hurt. His hand came up to cup your cheek, and when he kissed you, it felt like—oh, of course. It felt right. It felt like your whole life had been leading up to this moment, at this lake, with this man.

He pulled away sooner than you expected, taking your breath with him, and blurted, “Oh—I love you, too. Obviously.”

Your smiles smashed together as you grabbed him by the collar and dragged his mouth back to yours, hardly able to keep the delighted giggle trapped in your chest from spilling out of you. His hand settled on your waist, and you wasted the night away on the shore of the lake, the stars sparkling overhead and your best friends drunkenly singing a short walk away.

[chirp-a-chirp]

Lynt: Quick, we gotta hide the evidence! *Shovels grilled octopus in his mouth*

Roy: Pray, slow down friend, you may choke!

Rio: Wow mate, I’ve never seen you eat so much or so fast!

MC: So all we need for Lynt to eat more than bread is a group of murderous octopuses at our beck and call…

Tino: Hmm…it could be arranged with the proper precautions, some nets and calm waters…and if Master Lynt ate at the shoreline…

Thoma: You HAVE to be joking!

Tino: Do you believe there’s another way to get Master Lynt to eat more?

Everyone: …

Tino: That’s what I thought.

[withinthebrain]

Breakfast at the Campsite

Camping part 2:

I shuffled out of the tent about an hour ago and tossed a log on the fire to get it hot for breakfast. Then, I took a walk along the shoreline, watching the frogs hop into the water.

Returning to camp, I toss a kettle on the fire to make coffee and notice the tent door flapping in the breeze. Inside, your naked body is stretched out on the floor mattress, a hand caressing your thigh.

Watching you stroke your dick is one of my favorite morning scenes. But you are whispering, and that hand on your thigh is not yours. And that cock in your hand is not yours either.

Knowing you are both in plain view, I take a seat and perch the grill tray across the flames. I see your eyes watching me as I reposition my chair to get a better view through the open door. You smirk, eyes on me as I busy myself making breakfast.

From my position, I can see your hips and his. His hand has found its way to your cock, and your hand mirrors his, moving gracefully up and down his shaft.

Bringing the coffee out of the coals, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee mixes with the cool dewy breeze.

Pulling my attention from the tent, I toss the bacon on the grill tray and crack a few eggs into a pan. It does not take long before your low moans grab at my attention. The sounds of bacon popping, fire crackling, birds chirping, and two men moaning might be my new favorite soundtrack.

I glance back occasionally, catching glimpses of your bodies through the open tent flap. The sight of your bodies, the way you respond to each other, it's mesmerizing. My breakfast preparations slow, my focus shifting entirely to the sight before my eyes.

Your naked bodies both positioned against each other, but now, touching yourselves. No longer do your eyes meet mine to see if I am watching, as your movements have synchronized, both of you moving with a steady, hypnotic pulse.

Finally, the sound of your moans peak, giving way to heavy breathing. I turn back to the fire and remove the bacon. You lie there catching your breath and collecting yourselves.

I plate breakfast and pour each of us a cup of coffee. By the time you both emerge, disheveled and half dressed, breakfast is on the picnic table.

[electricopolis-net]

S03E06: Life in Exile

Pt. 1: The Town of Refuse

The day after their arrival in Junk Town, the old man known as the Cursebreaker led both Bob Sparker and Percy King to the shoreline. On a hill near the beach was a small, dusty house, though again, like the houses in town, it was made of a combination of wood planks, concrete, sheet metal, and other debris. "This house has been abandoned for quite some time," the Cursebreaker declared. "I'm sure nobody will kick up a fuss if you move in."

Then, he led them to the beach itself. "Junk Town subsists on the waste that floats up here," he explained, motioning with his staff to some of the flotsam washing up on the shore. "Take a look."

Bob crouched down and wedged a tin sign board out of the sand. "Hey, this looks familiar," he said, turning it back and forth. "The Pine Room--wasn't that a bar in Electricopolis? I used to go there before it shut down."

"That's right," said the Cursebreaker, nodding. "And that's not all. Old television tubes, monitors, magazines, plastic bags and old clothes, all kinds of stuff turn up here. And it's all from your fair city in the valley."

Percy stroked his chin, thinking. "Fascinating. I knew some of the companies in town used the underground sea as a dumping ground, but I never realized the currents bore the refuse all the way out here..."

"There's a lot of things you folks don't realize," said the Cursebreaker, turning away from the water. "But there's time for that."

There was a moment of silence. Bob stood up and looked out over the water, shielding his eyes from the sun. It was a cloudy day, but still bright enough to sting his eyes, unfamiliar with the sunlight as they were.

"So...what should we do?" Bob asked. "Just kill time until we go back to town?"

"Oh, you're not going back," said the Cursebreaker matter-of-factly. Bob and Percy turned to stare at him. "Not until the clouds clear."

Not until the clouds clear.

What did he mean by that? Bob tossed and turned, thinking about it. Thankfully, the abandoned house by the shore did have a couple of beds in it, lumpen and worn though they were. It was, as the Cursebreaker had said, better than nothing, but only just.

"I mean, the city's power is shot," Percy explained. "So it probably will be quite some time before that subway's running again. But I don't understand what he meant about the clouds."

"The clouds have always been there, right?" Bob asked.

"As far as I know."

"As far as you know." Bob shot him a pointed look. "You sure you're not hiding anything?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "Come on now. We're stuck together, so we may as well trust each other, don't you think?"

"I have a better idea." Bob sat up, restless. "I'm going to get something to eat."

He walked into Junk Town along the road from the beach. Given his gawky, long-nosed appearance, and the fact that he was still wearing a dressy vest, pants, and shoes, the people of the town avoided him and whispered as he walked by. He tried his best to ignore it, and walked up to a food stall.

"Excuse me," he said politely. The smell of grilling fish and hot rice made his mouth water. "Um...do you take cash here?"

"Cash?" said the proprietor. "What do you mean by that?"

"Cash," repeated Bob. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and drew out a couple bills. "Or--I don't imagine you take cards."

The proprietor regarded him with a wary look. "That stuff's no good here," he said. "We don't take that kind of money."

"What do you take?"

"Junk Town tender. Coins, mostly. Barter sometimes, if you got something good to trade." He looked Bob Sparker up and down. "You got anything to trade?"

"Trade?" Bob blinked. He looked down at himself, patting himself down quizzically. "I don't think so."

The man shook his head. "Sorry. No can do. You come back with something good, I'll give you a bowl."

It was the same story everywhere he went--none of the businesses in town took any kind of tender aside from coins, medals, rings, mostly small metal objects that Bob had absolutely none of on hand. Occasionally he would see a customer trade for something larger, like canned food for fresh, or a parcel of cloth for a finished dress. Then he saw a familiar face with a large head of lettuce in his hands, haggling with a nearby shopkeep.

"Hey, it's you," said the farmer, turning away from the shopkeep. "Found yourself a place in town, did you?"

"For what that's worth," Bob complained. "I'm starving, I've got no money, and I can't get anyone to give me the time of day."

The farmer looked at him, then down at the lettuce. "Hmm. I wouldn't mind giving this to you, but I'd need something in return. You sure you don't have anything on you?"

Bob thought. He turned his pockets inside-out. "I've got...my house keys, my phone, my wallet..."

"Lemme see those." The farmer grabbed his house keys and turned them around, admiring them. "Yeah, these'll melt down okay."

Bob grimaced. Well, it's not like I was going home anytime soon, he thought.

The farmer handed him the lettuce. It was surprisingly heavy, and Bob struggled to hold it. "Well! Looks like you're getting the hang of things here in town," said the man, grinning. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Bob arrived back at the house with the lettuce. "Well, look at you," Percy chuckled. "Grew it yourself, did you?"

"I'll have you know I traded for it," said Bob proudly, setting it down on the table. "They don't take cash or cards here, so you gotta trade for everything. They do take coins, though...and keys."

"Interesting." Percy swung his legs off the bed. "We're not going to get much of a meal out of just a head of lettuce, though. You said they take coins?"

"Yeah. You have any?"

"I do." Percy took out a change purse from his pocket and upended it onto the table. A clattering of coins fell out--only about ten or twenty of them, but enough to make a nice little pile. "It's not much by Electricopolis standards, but it might get us a meal out here." He stroked his chin, thinking. "Maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"I have an idea." He scooped the coins back into the purse, set it on the table, and grabbed the lettuce in both hands. "I'll be back soon."

"Hey! That's my lettuce!" Bob yelped, blocking the door. "What are you going to do with it?"

"Are you really that territorial over a vegetable?"

"Mr. King--Percy," Bob replied, exasperated. "I can't believe I have to explain this. You turned everyone in town against me and exiled me just because I didn't want to be under your thumb anymore. If we're gonna stick together--and unfortunately, it sure looks like we are--then you gotta tell me what you're thinking. Preferably it won't involve stealing my stuff."

Percy sighed, maddeningly condescendingly. "It's simple. We keep the coins for a rainy day, and we trade the lettuce up for something more substantial. If we play our cards right, we can get a full meal without dipping into the money at all."

Bob blinked. He considered this. "That's...that makes sense, actually."

"I should hope it does. I am a businessman, after all," Percy said proudly. He paused, thought, then added: "And if it doesn't work out, you can spend the money however you like."

"All right," Bob capitulated, unblocking the door. "Good luck, I guess."

Percy walked back in about half an hour later with some heavy plastic bags in his arms. "Whoa," Bob marveled, watching as he began to empty them onto the table. "What's all that?"

"First, our dinner." Percy set some plastic takeout containers of fish and rice onto the table, followed by some canned vegetables and tinned fish. "Food for later, though it isn't very much, and some utensils. I also found our friend the woodsman, who offered us some wood for the stove. We'll need it."

"Man." Bob sighed heavily. "We're really roughing it, huh?"

Percy nodded. "It's not the accommodations we deserve, but it is what we have. We may as well get used to them."

The accommodations you deserve are behind bars, Bob thought snidely, but held his tongue.

"Also..."

Percy cracked open one of the takeout containers. "I had the cook at the food stall cut up part of that lettuce when I traded it. Since it's the first thing we owned out here, I thought it would be nice to try it after all."

Bob opened his container and looked at his meal. The rice was nestled up to one side of the container, with the fish on another and the cooked, sauced lettuce in the other third. "Huh. It looks good."

Percy handed him a plastic fork, then took the other for himself. They began to eat.

It was delicious. It was absolutely delicious. It was almost more delicious than anything Bob had had in the city, and he'd sampled quite a few dishes, usually on Percy's dime. The fish was tastier than anything you could find from the fisheries in town, and the lettuce was fresh and crispy, not like the sorry, soggy mess that usually came on a burger.

"This...this is exceptional," Percy muttered. "This is quite a meal."

"It's good," Bob choked with emotion. "It...it's really good."

To be continued...

[mossywriting]

When road tripping last week I arrived way too late at a little seaside town and EVERYTHING was closed. Except this burger stand. The man working there was so friendly, and welp, it inspired this Kalluzeb drabble that I might just turn into a fic someday

It was late. Far too late to be trying to find dinner in a town you have never set foot in before. Kallus’ stomach was rather upset with him at this fact, and had for the last ten minutes been letting out a string of noises Kallus hadn’t even known it was capable of. 

The small seaside town was quiet, with the gentle brushing of waves the only sound filling the air. Kallus had thought he would find it eerie, being used to the bustle of the big city, but instead, he had found it surprisingly calming. At least it meant no one was around to hear the telltale signs of his day gone awry.

The plan had been simple: Take a flight to the small airport in The Middle of Nowhere, take a taxi to the even smaller town in The Middle of Nowhere, meet up with his boss and colleagues for dinner, and from there on spend the evening preparing for their presentation tomorrow. 

Simple enough, right? 

At least, it would have been if he hadn’t been the only one who had made it. Sure, his flight had been delayed, and the taxi had broken down on its way - but he had undoubtedly made it. Four hours later than anticipated, yes, but here he was. His boss and colleagues had been flying in from another town, and their plane had been canceled not two, but three times, so they weren’t anywhere close to joining him.

Why his boss had decided to have their conference in this little… quaint town of all places, Kallus couldn’t fathom. But never the less. Here he was. 

All alone. And starving. 

After having done two sweeps of the town center, Kallus had come to the conclusion that all restaurants had closed down for the night, and he believed it was time to give up. He would simply have to accept that his dinner would be nothing more than the two small sweets lying on his pillow in the Bed and Breakfast he was staying at. 

Why his boss had decided to stay in a Bed and Breakfast was beyond Kallus, as well, but he had yet to find anything to complain about so he supposed he would just have to enjoy the respite from the usually anonymous marble floors and walls of the suites normally reserved for them on trips like these. 

With a defeated sigh, Kallus turned around and began to head back. 

As he crossed a street an energetic breeze ruffled through his air, and the telltale scent of the ocean washed past him. Well. If he was going to starve, he might as well do it while taking the scenic route, and he steered his steps out from the small, yet crowded buildings. 

The ocean, darker than even the night sky, gently lapped against the shoreline, its waves illuminated by a soft, yellow glow coming from the streetlights lining the walkway. It was undoubtedly beautiful, and Kallus filled his lungs with fresh air.

…and grilled meat? 

Kallus blinked. Surely he wasn’t so hungry he would begin to hallucinate? 

But undeniably, there it was, another whiff of meat drifting through the air, causing Kallus’ mouth to water. And then, there was the sound of music playing. 

Kallus turned around, and had he been a religious man the low-lit burger stand on the other side of the street would have been nothing short of a miracle. It stood on a spot of land between two official-looking buildings, a string of neon lights lighting up a menu offering several kinds of burgers, all to the soundtrack of 80’s rock playing from a speaker standing somewhere hidden from view.

Most importantly, someone was still there, clearly moving around inside. 

Kallus’ stomach began to sing. 

He hurriedly made his way across the street, glancing at the menu as he did. Honestly, anything would do, but his eyes almost immediately zeroed in on a ridiculously large-looking burger on the menu, Zeb’s Best Friend, and he knew without a doubt that it would satiate his hunger. 

The man inside the stand didn’t seem to notice Kallus’approach as he had his back turned to him, busy wiping off a shelf. He was humming along to whatever song was on at the moment, and Kallus absently took note of the tattoos covering his arms as he moved his hands in rhythm to the music to get to the last bits of dirt. 

Kallus cleared his throat. 

The man didn’t show any signs of having heard him. Now his hips began swaying along to the music as well.

“Excuse me,” Kallus tried. 

Again, no response. 

His stomach growled. 

Kallus walked up to the counter and knocked hard on the wood two times. “Excuse me!” 

That caught the man’s attention. He glanced over his shoulder before taking a few quick steps to the right where a small, but obviously powerful, speaker was standing. A second later, heavenly silence filled the air. “Sorry, worry,” he said, turning around while wiping his hands on a towel. “Didn’t hear ya.”

Obviously, Kallus thought sourly, but he managed to swallow his attitude. It wouldn’t help him to chew out his one chance at dinner. He take a few steps back so that he was once again able to take a quick look at the menu. “I’ll have the… Zeb’s Best Friend.”

“Sorry, mate,” the man answered, an apologetic tone in his voice. “I’m closed. The grill’s cold.”

Kallus’ eyes darted over to a sign next to the stand. He groaned inwardly. The stand had closed 20 minutes ago - right when he had been searching for food on the other side of town. Just his luck. 

Kallus sighed. “Right. Do you-” he faltered, realizing he had already walked past two grocery stores on his way through town. Both had been quite closed.  “Nevermind.“ He dejectedly turned around, accepting his fate of having a pathetically small, sugary meal.

“Looking for dinner?” Came the man’s voice drifting through the air, but before Kallus had time to formulate a response, he continued. “You came here, so, uh, of course you did, I just thought I was gonna save you the trouble of trying to find anything else. Everything closed down an hour ago. I’m the last line of dinner defense.” He sent Kallus a grin, that, hadn’t Kallus been so weary, he might have found charming.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Kallus muttered, but tried to keep his frustration out of his voice. “I got here later than anticipated, and, well… I guess I should have done my homework before leaving the airport.”

The man shrugged. “Most city folks are taken by surprise out here.” He dipped below the counter and came back with a spray bottle with which he began to spray down the countertop. “Perhaps you can get something from your hotel?”

Kallus shook his head. “I’m staying at the Bed and Breakfast, my host has already gone to bed.”

Curious eyes turned to him. “Staying at Draven’s? Nice. I’ve heard he makes a killer toast.”

A surprised chuckle escaped Kallus at that. This really was a small town. “Well, at least I have breakfast to look forward to, then.” He grimaced at the thought of having to wait that long for proper food but still managed to offer up a polite smile. The man was… far friendlier than any burger stand personnel usually were at this time of night. 

“Yeah, sorry about your dinner, though, guess you- “ The man came to a stop, as if he suddenly had come to a realization. “Actually… Hang on!” He ducked down, away from view.  

Kallus took a curious step closer to the stand.

A few seconds later, the man popped back up, a triumphant grin on his face. He placed a large box of fries on the counter. “Someone forgot these about an hour ago. I can’t offer you a three-course meal, but hey, here’s some cold fries if you’d like?”

Immediately, Kallus’ mouth began to water. Who needed a three-course meal when there were fries right in front of him? It sounded absolutely perfect. 

“Please,” he said, stepping up the rest of the way up to the counter and into the burger stand’s light. He nodded gratefully to his personal savior. “How much do I owe you?” He began to pull out his wallet, eying the fries with far more bliss than he usually would.

When he received no answer, Kallus looked up at the man, his unanswered question still lingering in the air.

The man stood unmoving, looking down at Kallus as if he was seeing him properly for the first time. Kallus assumed that could very well be true, seeing as it was fairly dark around the stand and he hadn’t been standing all that close.

“How much do I owe you?” Kallus tried again. 

“Oh, uh,” the man said, seeming to break out of his stupor. “Nothing. We’re good. Just happy to know you won’t be starving” He nodded and after another second, his grin slid back in place.  

Kallus gave him a curious look. He wasn’t really used to this kind of… chivalry. And he definitely wasn’t used to accepting handouts. “No, seriously, let me repay you somehow.”

An intrigued look enter the man’s eyes, and he leaned on the countertop, looking down at Kallus. “How about a name?”

Kallus blinked. “What?”

“The name’s Zeb. What’s yours?” 

Kallus could tell how he, despite the slightly chilly breeze coming in from the ocean, grew just a little bit hotter under the gaze of the man apparently named Zeb. “Kallus,” he answered, just the fraction of a second too late to be considered casual. 

Zeb’s grin widened. “Well, Kallus, be sure to stop by some other time. I’ll make sure to get you a proper meal then.”

“I will,” Kallus found himself saying, and more surprisingly, meaning it. He believed that perhaps he wasn’t quite so resistant to Zeb’s grin after all. Kallus picked up the fries from the counter and took a step back. It was probably in his best interest to leave. 

At least, for now. 

“Thanks for these.” Kallus held up the fries and began to back away from the bright beacon of light that was Zeb’s burger stand. 

“Anytime, Kallus.” Zeb sent him another, far more casual grin before going back to wiping down the countertop, whistling a cheerful tune. 

Back in his room, Kallus realized he had forgotten to ask for any sauce to go with his fries. But as began to dig in, he realized he didn’t care. They were the best fries he had ever had. 

[mossyivy]

The Kennedy family is the type of rich to have lake summers and own a boat, maybe even a little lake house.

They would go mostly every summer, just enjoy the sun and Leon’s vacation time while he had it. Violet and Cecilia would be swimming around in the lake while their parents and Scottie stayed by the shoreline, making sure nothing happened. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the summer barbecue’s. They’d hit twice as hard, that man would FUCK IT UP on that grill.

He’d sometimes invite Chris and his family over, maybe just for the Fourth of July weekend. Speaking of Fourth of July—he’d be the type of dad to spend hundreds on fireworks. He wouldn’t let his kids light them up obviously, but they’d be so excited to see all the pretty colors in the sky. Violet would be chasing Cecilia down with a sparkler while she screamed before getting yelled at.

And as soon as all of the commotion was settled, it would just be him and his wife on the dock. Talking about random little topics that came up, just enjoying the warm summer night. He’d just look at his wife with so much love in his eyes, lean in to kiss her while she just giggled it off.

Let’s just say—that night led to Leon having to make breakfast for the kids in the morning, all because you were too sore.

- Anon! 🎀

I can imagine it so vividly. Leon would be making breakfast for everyone. Violet looks at her father.

"Where's mom?"

"Sleeping in, she didn't get much sleep last night." He smirks to himself, grabbing his wife a plate of pancakes and fruit.

Chris is sitting at the island with a grin, snickering to himself behind his coffee cup. His wife elbows him as she feeds baby Scottie his morning bottle.

Violet looks between her uncle and father before cringing.

"Oh ew!"

[count-alucard-tepes]

Headcanons for my One Piece hotties: Ideal date night

Kizaru ✨

He would plan romantic dates that would entail having a picnic on the beach while the sun was setting and having a fire pit there to keep him and his S/O warm. He’d walk with his S/O arm in arm barefoot on the sand near the shoreline. He’d make sure he got their favorite wine and food too.

Akainu🌋

He would plan to have a date at his home where he could prepare a home cooked meal for his S/O and then relaxing in his garden with some wine. He doesn’t really like to go out much so a relaxing evening at home is more appealing.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He would plan a date that involves going hiking and camping in a forested area where he is in his element. He doesn’t eat food but he’d make sure there is enough food brought for his S/O and he will grill it and even go as far as feed them. He’d have a campfire going and cuddle close as they watch the sunset over a lake.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He would have a private chef come over to his home and prepare a fancy three course meal with expensive paired wine for each meal. He’d take his S/O shopping to luxury stores and watch them model the different outfits they like all while sipping his whiskey. He’d make sure to buy a diamond necklace and present it to his S/O at dinner. No expense is spared for date night.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He would take his S/O out on his private yacht for a few hours so they soak up some sun and his S/O could go snorkeling or paddle boarding. He’d wait on the yacht and wrapped them in a towel when they come back on before giving them lots of kisses while his hands explore their semi nude body. He’d take them to a private island where they’d have a romantic meal on the beach with candles and rose petals surrounding them. He’d buy expensive gifts like luxury handbags or watches.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He takes his S/O horse riding in the countryside for the day and then they would have a small picnic while the horses are grazing in the fields. He’d make sure to open a nice bottle of wine and have different sandwiches, cheese and cold cuts for them to enjoy.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He likes to have their dates at home where he can feel more comfortable and would have all the chef’s prepared all this S/O ‘s favorite meals as well as many desserts for them to enjoy. He’d run a nice bath with rose petals and scents oils with candles being light around for them to enjoy.

Killer🔪

He’d take his S/O to an amusement park where they could go on several rides and have some junk food. He’d also take them on the Ferris wheel and hold them close while they’re at the very top where he’d share several kisses with his S/O.

Kaido🐉

He would take his S/O to the spa for the day where they could relax alone in a hot spring and kiss and love on each other. He’d make sure good food and wine is brought for them while they relax together.

King 👑

He would take his S/O out for salsa dancing and dance the night away with them. He would then take them out for dinner in a quiet place that has good food and nice music so that they could still have a lovely intimate evening.

Queen👑

He would take his S/O to a local music festival where they could party together and have tons of fun with each other. They’d have several meals and maybe even get matching tattoos while they’re there.

[phoenixrsing]

your muses aesthetic. list your muse’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits, and sceneries. add as many subjects as you like, it can help with people tagging you in aesthetically pleasing things towards your muse.

tastes: traditional fire-nation cuisine. spicy fire-flakes, roasted pork, and hot tea infused with jasmine. dragon fruit, lychee, and mangoes, grilled sea pawns. aged fire nation wines with complex flavors of oak and spice. fire nation whiskey, intense and smoky, with hints of charred oak, toasted spices, and a touch of volcanic ashroasted chestnuts. green tea ceremonies, delicate jasmine tea, and rare white dragon jasmine tea leaves—a specialty of his father. rare spices from trees that are native to fire nation, including cumin, saffron, and cardamom.

smells: a scent of smoldering cinnamon, cloves, and star anise in the air. jasmine blossoms, lotus flowers, and orchids from the royal gardens. the crisp scent of autumn leaves and the smoky aroma of fire pits. herbal notes. a hint of sage, lemongrass, and mint leaves in herbal teas. sandalwood incense burning in meditation rooms. crackling hearth fires in the royal palace.

sights: volcanic landscapes. volcanoes looming on the horizon, with smoke rising from their peaks. intense flames swirling, casting shadows against the red walls. royal palace. opulent halls decorated with gilded ornaments, tapestries depicting ancient fire nation legends, and imposing thrones. fire nation technology—advanced warships, steam-powered machinery, and towering factories billowing smoke. traditional fire nation dances—graceful movements accompanied by the flickering light of torches and lanterns. colorful celebrations featuring elaborate firework displays, traditional music, and performances. endless amount of war memorials. monuments honoring fallen soldiers of the fire nation, with eternal flames burning in their honor. regal crimson robes with intricate gold embroidery, adorned with the fire nation insignia. messages of propaganda, supremacy, and strength through firebending. a recruitment poster featuring a soldier, with the caption, join the fire nation army and defend our sacred land.

sounds: the rhythmic sound of flames dancing in fire pits and torches. trumpets heralding the arrival of fire nation royalty, accompanied by drums and cymbals. war drums—thunderous beats echoing across training grounds, inspiring troops before battle. lightning crackling in the foreground. melodic tunes played on traditional fire nation instruments, the pipa and guzheng. the chirping of fire nation birds, the rustling of palm trees, and the distant roar of waterfalls. war machinery—clanking gears, hissing steam, and the rumble of warships off the shorelines. moments of quiet contemplation, where the only sounds are the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle crackle of embers. practicing the dizi, traditional flute in between training sessions.

sensations: the comforting heat of firebending flames against the skin during training sessions. luxurious fire nation silks and satins, smooth against the touch. intense warmth radiating from the earth's core during visits to volcanic hot springs. humid, sea breezes brushing against the skin from the coastlines. tactile connection—a sensation of firebending energy pulsing beneath lu ten's fingertips, responding to his every movement and command. resilient spirit and unwavering determination. a deep sense of connection to the spirits of fire. commitment to serving the fire nation. isolationism, a loneliness you cannot shake. failure is not an option. reluctant heroism, internal struggles between morality and obligations. inside of me, there are two dogs. one is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. when asked which one wins, i answer, the one I feed the most. ambiguous loyalties.

tagged by — me. tagging: @hotknickers, @denouemente, @linghung, @hookedswords, @dropovers, @fearbend, @kniveds, @yourideaguy, @bowbend, @rotpoetry

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

🌹 A Year of Rosegarden Prompt 8: “Beach Day/Fireflies”🌹

@ayearofrosegarden

Menagerie was beautiful. In spite of some of its history as a sign of appeasement and a base for certain organizations, it really was lovely.

Having spent most of his life on a farm, the trip there had been Oscar’s first trip to an island, tropical or otherwise and by the time they’d stepped onto the sandy shores, the mixture of the sea breeze and warm air was already intoxicating him.

The group had put it to a vote due to the lull in Grimm activity and it had passed near unanimously. A weekend off at Menagerie, enjoying the surf and the sun and to generally just unwind from the rigors of being huntsmen and huntresses.

And so far, Oscar had been enjoying himself.

The two of them ran through the water as it lapped the shoreline, laughing in the all but disappeared summer sunlight.

For the life of him, Oscar couldn’t remember why they were laughing, only that he was having the time of his life and his hand was in her’s.

Ruby’s.

The two collapsed in a heap.

“So,” Ruby said after her laughter had died down, “you think they’re making s’mores now?”

The day had been highlighted by a beachside barbeque, at which Ruby had put away three cheeseburgers and some grilled asparagus. Her father had to shoo her away with the promise of toasting marshmallows in order to make sure the others were fed.

“I don’t know,” Oscar said.

Butterflies flitted in his stomach as he chanced a look over at Ruby. In the late hour, the light gave her an appearance that… he couldn’t describe. But it made his face hot and his toes curl and entertain the thought of maybe giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s beautiful out here,” he continued, looking up at the stars as they came out to glitter in the sky as it turned from indigo to navy to black.

“Yeah,” Ruby replied, “you never get views like this in places like Vytal.”

“On the farm,” Oscar said, “you’ll sometimes see fireflies out over the fields at night during summer.”

He still remembered sitting on the porch with his aunt, a soda in hand, watching the glittering lights like descended stars hover over the fields of wheat.

“We should probably go back.”

Oscar turned to look at her, but as they got to their feet, Ruby wouldn’t meet his gaze.

He decided not to wonder why. He wasn’t that optimistic.

[swampstew]

Choose a Character: & Choose a Prom:

Hi can I have Good vibes ~ a nice getaway with Killer💙

I love your Post 😊

Hi @nintendo-girl-for-life ~ Thank you so much sweet bean. I hope you enjoy your bedtime story<3

WC: 858. SFW, Soft moments with a normally tense Killer, good vibes getaway.

Killer's tense shoulders finally eased as you both reached your rented cabin on the beach. The Victoria Punk was docked on this island for a few days of R&R and Killer was the first one off ship - followed closely by you - as he dragged you down the shoreline several miles away from the rest of the crew.

You both love the crew but damnit you needed alone time. Time for you to spend together privately and quietly; not getting interrupted by a big, red haired bully who would literally rip your beloved blonde from your grasp to deal with whatever bullshit was happening. Not be interrupted by a hungry crew unwilling or unable to cook their own meals.

Killer slumped into the king-sized bed as you began to unpack your clothes and toiletries. Organizing things helped clear your mind and it gave Killer the opportunity to get in a cat nap.

Waking up to you finally joining him in bed, he rolls over and pins you down. Brushing his bangs out of his face to take in the sight of you. You were wearing a lovely sundress, sunglasses in your hair; the scent of suntan lotion wafted in the air. He made a mental note not to lick your skin less he wanted that chemically bitter taste in his mouth. Again.

"You look cute. What's the plan?" he husked into your ear.

"I thought we could walk down the shoreline and get groceries at the town. Cook a nice dinner and have a bonfire on the beach. Tomorrow we can wrangle up some horses to ride at the ranch. Did you want to do anything else?"

Killer shook his head. "A romantic date tonight and horse riding tomorrow sound perfect to me." Leaning down to kiss your lips, "I just want to relax and enjoy our time together. I want this trip to have a good vibe."

He changed into more casual wear and the two of you took your shoes off as you walked on the beach. Letting the tide clean your feet over and over again as you held hands and talked. Making silly jokes and anecdotes, sharing inner thoughts and musings. Always enjoyable when it was just the two of you.

As you shopped for ingredients and lingered at cute boutique shops, Killer realized he had been mostly at ease even with being out in public. His walls were pretty high up and he was always guarded - he still was, his haki always attuned - but he realized he didn't feel so...tense...when he did these sociable things with you. His mask hid his small smile.

Carrying the goods back to the rental, you began to wash the produce and packed the fridge while Killer started the bonfire and lit the grill. He prepped the meat while you chopped the vegetables, a light melody playing from the audio transponder as you worked in tandem. Such a nice evening with pleasant company.

With the meal ready and the wine glass topped, Killer smoothed his hair out in the bathroom mirror to fluff out the dents, fixed his lipstick; shooting finger guns at himself as he exited. He sat across you and dedicated the toast to you. The flush that spread to your face was so worth it.

Taking the wine bottle and audio transponder outside, you watched the sun blink from the horizon as night fell. The bonfire was roaring, the waves were lapping loudly on the shore, and the music was flowing softly as you took turns drinking wine and dancing in the sand. Laughing loudly and spinning, falling into the sand. The audio transponder gets knocked down from the disruption and all you hear is the fire and ocean lilting.

Pouting, Killer whined out, "what now? You got any songs?"

Shutting your eyes deep in thought, a finger on your chin and humming audibly. Your gasp breaks you out of thought and you slowly mouth your words trying to remember lyrics and melody.

We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot. Stand up me hearties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Stand up me hearties, yo ho.

Killer's grin splits his face, joining in.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort and pilfer, we filch and we sack. Stand up me hearties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle and even highjack. Stand up me hearties, yo ho.

You both jump up and began prancing in the sand as you sang, wine bottle sloshing what little was left as your voices rang higher and higher.

We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads, Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, Stand up me hearties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

You both fall wailing the last line, squealing as you make contact with the soft sand. He tilts the last of the wine into your mouth and seals it with a kiss, lapping up the dredges of liquid from your lip.

"How are the vibes?" you question, knowing smile on your face.

"They're good vibes, Y/N."

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[tunabesimpin]

I feel for the Sea-side party Carol would mostly enjoy swimming in general, even if she enjoys the greens of the forest, Summer is annoying cause of the heat to her so might as well enjoy the water to calm or get some ice cream and a cold drink. She probably brings a lot of things to grill and eat as well as a sun umbrella to make sure she doesn't get sunburnt. Probably also Sunscreen to lend to others if they overdo it. After all she is that mom friend, when she isn't swimming she will be busy running around and making sure other people feel good and don't hurt themselves.

--- Being ever responsible, Carol was sure to bring all the essentials to the party. Sunscreen, proper shade, refreshments and food; everything was prepared for the long hot day to come.

Tuna was quick to try and drag Carol into the water, but there were more pressing matters to do first. Carol sighed "Tuna you can't just jump in after putting on sunscreen, you have to let it sit for a bit or it'll just wash right off!" Tuna pouted, but sat down impatiently in the shade while Carol continued to set up the rest of her things. Barely 5 minutes of waiting and Tuna was bouncing off into the waves. "It'll be fine!!! I put on lots earlier anyways!" Tuna exclaimed as they dived into the water. After a bit longer, Carol finally followed off into the ocean, ready to cool down.

Splashing around and racing about the water really makes you lose track of the time. It had already been over an hour since the two began swimming. That was plenty of time to already start to burn the silly catfish. Carol tsked, seeing Tuna already begining to turn red "It's best we reapply some sunscreen, you're turning into a crab." Tuna peered down at their arms flabbergasted "Wha?! Already???"

Carol was already heading to the shoreline, Tuna following close after trusting Carol to help them out. She let out a kind chuckle, luring Tuna further by saying "When we get back to my spot, we can have some ice cream to cool down while we wait this time." Practically drooling, Tuna was content to be patient this time. ---

<3 <3 THANK U FOR JOINING THE EVENT!!! I HAD SO MUCH FUN DRAWIN CAROL <3 HER SWIMSUIT IS SO PRETTY AND SHE IS JUST SO PRETTY!!! SLAY!!!! lolol I hope u enjoy!!!