#swimming in waterfall are you KIDDING ME

[ja3hwa]

Jae's Recommendations pt.4

Damn I haven't done one of these in a while. But at this point, are you even surprised I'm making another recommendation list? Hehe, more and more I read. The more I uncover treasures hidden away. Now, I must share these absolutely amazing fics because they deserve attention.

Marks [By @last-words-ofashootingstar ♡]

Taking care of you [By @sage-space ♡]

Atz taking their kids to the studio [By @blu-joons ♡]

Better Than I do [By @emeraldelysian ♡]

Spaces In Between [By @kitten4sannie ♡]

Waterfall [By @shinestarhwaa ♡]

Pool Party [By @a-soft-hornytiny ♡]

Last Night Swim [By @kitten4sannie ♡]

Riding San [By @ateezscupid ♡]

Slow Down [By @strawberryya ♡]

Five Of Cup [By @flowerboykun ♡]

Jealous Pt.1 & Pt.2 [By @cyberpxnk ♡]

Fuck Me Like You Fantasize [By @strawberryya ♡]

Speed [By @riboism ♡]

Size Kink Go Brr [By @pyeonghongrie ♡]

Ateez As Bender [By @cybrsan ♡]

Put On A Show [By @crazyforhwa ♡]

MinSanHwa Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 [By @akistaytiny ♡]

Hot Summer Night [By @astayinwonderland ♡]

Sway With Me [By @luvt0kki ♡]

Getting Caught [By @shinestarhwaa ♡]

Young God Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 [By @yourfatherlucifer ♡]

Deep Down [By @seventhcallisto ♡]

Water Bomb [By @jonghoslvt ♡]

Game Over [By @desirehorizon ♡]

Run, Rabbit, Run [By @kitten4sannie ♡]

If You Listen [By @ughsimpp ♡]

Project Omen [By @atzfilm ♡]

Sails And Anchors Pt.1 Pt.2 [By @lemontreefantasy ♡]

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There are so many more stories I'd love to add. But alas Tumblr as a tag limit (which is stupid but oh well). Until the next recommendation post. Enjoy these gorgeous fics that will most definitely satisfy any need. ♡♡♡

Also, thank you to each and every one of these amazing authors. You all are such amazing writers and deserve the word. Hehe ♡♡

Make sure to check out my own Masterlist. Hehe. And don't forget to check out my other recommendations posts here.

[lovelytsunoda]

sleigh ride // lance stroll

summary: christmas has never been his holiday. but she adores it, and he wants to make this christmas one that she won't forget.

pairing: lance stroll x fiancee!reader

warnings: marriage proposals, fluffy lance, it's super duper cheesy, lance quotes emily henry's "beach read", where can i get a lance

the snow fell down on niagara falls in scattered flurries, the waterfalls the town used as their namesake almost frozen solid in motion as they spilled into lake ontario. the sun was setting, with niagara-on-the-lake doused in an orange-pink glow as the couple ran out of the b'n'b, giggling hand in hand.

"lance, where are we going?" she giggled, mitten-clad hand clutched in her boyfriend's as he pulled her along the snowy sidewalk.

"just trust me, but you'll need to close your eyes." lance stroll insisted, turning to face her, pressing his warm lips to her rapidly cooling forehead. "we're almost there."

"if you say so." she chortled, closing her eyes and following lance as he guided her, gentle flakes falling against her knitted hat.

the breeze was cold, cutting through the many layers that they both wore as lance urged her forwards. her mind was swimming with all the possibilities lance could have come up with, but she couldn't settle on any.

christmas had never been his thing. he was raised jewish, and she had celebrated hannukah with his family before, so why would he celebrate christmas anyways? the answer was simple: because she enjoyed it. he could convince himself to embrace a little more of the christmas spirit than normal when she was around, when she insisted on putting that stunning tree in their living room, or buying elf ears for their dog.

"okay, you can open your eyes now."

she opened her eyes, instantly covering her mouth to stop the delighted scream from coming out and scaring the horses. sitting in front of her were two stunning black mares, towing a snow-white sleigh, decorated with white glitter and snowflakes, a plush throw blanket thrown over the bench in the back.

"lance, this is incredible!"

lance beamed, glowing under the streetlamps as he pulled open the metal gate door. "milady." he giggled, reaching for her gloved hand to help her into the sleigh.

she curled into him on the bench, lance fluffing the blanket out behind and over their bodies before the well-dressed man sat in the driver's seat of the sleigh flashed them a smile, and the horses began their slow trot down the cobblestones.

she slipped her gloves off, taking lance's cold hand in hers as she played with his fingers, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. her breath crystallized in the air, snowflakes falling into the sleigh and promptly melting on the winter mats on the ground.

lance himself was fidgety, the tiffany and co. box burning a hole in the pocket of his parka. he was so anxious about asking that he'd almost done it that morning, over coffee and croissants at breakfast.

but she deserved more than that. she deserved something meaningful, something special (not that there was anything wrong with a little bit of privacy and keeping it lowkey, he just wanted to have a great proposal story to pass down to their kids. after y/n told him that her father proposed to her mother by saying 'we need to talk', he vowed that his proposal would be special).

she turned her head, pressing a frosty kiss to his warm skin. "i love you, lance."

he smiled, burying his nose in the top of her knitted hat. " i love you more, pretty girl. i've got another surprise for you, if you're up for it."

she looked up at him, hair falling in front of her face, skin pink from the cold as she smiled back at him. "what kind of surprise?"

"you'll see. it's just around this corner, love."

the sleigh pulled up to a small gazebo, cords of string lights wrapped around the weathered wooden beams to light up the small space, now that the sun was behind the clouds, the last dregs of daylight hovering in the space between night and day.

lance got to his feet, opening the sleigh gate before the driver could even get down from his perch. with her long fleece scarf hanging down to her knees, she daintily descended from the sleigh, hand in hand with her boyfriend as he led her towards the gazebo.

the snow beneath their feet was dusted with deep purple rose petals, some small tea light candles on the steps. as they got closer to the gazebo, she could see the small lightbox letters, lit up in a warm, soft yellow as they got closer, spelling out two words.

marry me.

"oh, lance." she breathed, at a loss for words as she anxiously wringed her hands.

she could hear the wooden boards creaking behind her as lance sunk down to one knee, reaching into his pocket for the turquoise box. he rested the box on his knee, frozen hands shaking as he pulled it open.

"i really should have thought this through a little better. i'm cold as shit." he giggled nervously. "but i know christmas means a lot to you, and i wanted to make this as special as i could."

she gasped, hands coming up to cover her mouth as she saw the ring: a single princess-cut diamond resting on a silver band, two small pink gemstones holding the center gem in place.

"y/n, i'm head over heels for you, and i always have been. every morning i wake up next to you, and i think, this could all go away. the racing, the money, the fame, all of it. but as long as i had you by my side, i wouldn't care. as long as i had you, i'd be happy. because you make me so happy, y/n. you remind me of all the good in the world, all the reasons to keep going. in the words of emily henry, yes, i've read your romance books, 'when i watch you sleep, i feel overwhelmed that you exist'. man, she got that right. i feel overwhelmed with love, and with care. and some days, i wonder why you chose me when you could have had any man you wanted. y/n y/'l/n. pretty girl. love of my life." lance sniffled, wiping at the tear that was threatening to fall into his stubble. "will you marry me?"

"yes!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the clearing as she started to giggle. "yes, of course i'll marry you." her eyes started to sting, tears pricking the corners of her vision, so overcome with love for man on his knees in front of her.

she sunk to her knees as well, the frost on the gazebo cold against the knees on her jeans. she clasped lance's hands in her own, pulling him in for a gentle kiss before he slipped the ring onto her finger, foreheads resting against each other.

"thank you so much for saying yes. i can't think of a day in the foreseeable future that i don't want to spend with you by my side."

"oh, lance." she laughed through her tears of joy. "don't make me cry."

"i'm not trying to, my love." he laughed, tears pricking at his eyes. "god, i just love you so much."

"i love you more." she laughed, tucking her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug before glancing down at the sterling silver on her finger.

lance kissed her hairline, holding her close and breathing in her scent.

if this was every day for the rest of his life, then he was wondering why he'd waited so long to ask.

TAGS:

@libraryofloveletters @magnummagnussen @lorarri @httpiastri @cartierre @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiamh @oconso @thatsdemko @silversainz

[lvrcpid]

eventually.

this indicates a flashback. ‘kehe’ means no. previous || next

“(y/n)..can we talk?” a voice called to you. the voice was familiar. you turned your head to meet eyes with lo’ak, tuk close behind him. your scrunched your face up slightly before pushing yourself up, making your way over to tsireya to let her know you would be gone for a few. the anger you harbored from the pervious days still lingering in your spirit.

the walk deeper into the forest was quiet. tuk had offered to hold your hand, afraid you were going to change your mind and walk away. of course you let her, the little girl essentially did nothing wrong. you couldn’t hold your family’s mess over her head, it just wasn’t fair.

you hadn’t realized it but you all had made it up to a waterfall, the sounds of the water filled your ears as you took in the scenery, the wish swimming around in the pond beneath it. you smiled a bit, you always liked fish, they represented innocence to you in a childish way.

tuk had pulled you over to an area the rest of your siblings sitting and talking on the rocks nearby. once they heard your footsteps, their backs instantly straightened. you could feel the nervous energy fill the air, taking a long sigh as you dropped tuks hand slightly, a small noise coming from the girls mouth, the loss of warmth startling her.

‘what is this? some sort of intervention? you guys didn’t hear me the other day?-‘ you were cut off by kiri. ‘(y/n) just listen..please? i know you don’t want to hear what we have to say and i don’t blame you but at least hear us out’ she said, bringing you over to where they sat, sitting down next to you.

neteyam spoke up next, hesitance in his voice. ‘(y/n)..i’m sorry for calling you selfish- you’re totally right for how you feel and we’re so sorry it took us this long to see it’ your face scrunched up. you’ve been on this planet for 16 years. forgotten for 16 years. and it took them just now to realize they messed up? god they were impossible.

you shook your head before standing up, setting tuk back down silently as she tried to follow your action. ‘i’m gonna stop you right there. listen you-‘ you pointed a finger at them, your hard gaze instantly softening as you noticed their ears falling flat against their skulls. you took a deep breath before putting your hand down, sighing as you spoke again. ‘i appreciate the apology you guys but i cant forgive you all- not yet at least’

the sully kids looked disappointed at your words. they knew you weren’t going to forgive them just yet but it didn’t hurt to try. ‘i still love you guys, i always will and i will always be your big sibling..but i can’t be home right now’ you admitted, opening your arms and almost stumbling over as they all hugged you, feeling a few tears on your chest. ‘i love you guys alright? if you need anything..you know where to find me’ and with that, you left.

your mind wandered as you made your way back to the festival. you didn’t know how long you’d been gone for. couldn’t have been less than 20 minutes right? while you were worried about that. you were also worried for your parents. you wanted to hate them. you wanted to rip them a new one all over again. you wanted to see them cry again. but a part of you felt bad for them.

‘mommy! daddy! look at what i did!’ you were currently showing your parents the butterfly that just landed on your nose. you wiggled around as it tickled you ever so slightly. you were around 4. granted the others were around, you parents still paid you some sort of attention.

jake had lo’ak on his hip, bouncing him as he nodded your way, smiling before rubbing a hand on your head ‘i see baby, you’re gonna be an animal whisperer when you grow up’. neytiri made her way over to you, gently grabbing the butterfly and putting it in your tiny hands. ‘you’re special..butterflies never get this close’ she said. your eyes twinkled as you bounced up and down, the butterfly flying away. ‘i’m special! i’m special!’. you were so happy at that moment. but that was truly the last time you were acknowledged like that. with love.

you had stumbled back to the festival. you didn’t realize it but you were crying. overwhelming tears streamed down your face as rotxo ran up to you, worry covering his face. ‘(y/n)? what’s the matter why are you crying what happened?!’ he said, scanning your body for any cuts or bruises. you said nothing as you shrugged, the tears continuing to fall. his mouth went into a straight line as he put an arm around your shoulder, leaning into you as he lead you out of the festival.

rotxo being the sweetheart he is, took you “home” but made sure you were okay first, opting to stay with you just for a while longer. are you sure? i don’t mind staying with you-‘ ‘rotxo im okay i promise’ you put a warm hand on his cheek, thanking him for taking you home. the metkayina boy felt his face heat up, speechless as you ran into the mauri.

‘ma jake we have to go get them! they’re our child!’ neytiri yelled, her voice booming against the walls. jake cringed a bit, nodding his head before sighing. ‘neytiri i understand but-‘ ‘kehe! they’re our child..they need to come home!’ neytiri is now in tears yet again, for the 5th time that day. she wanted to be alone, wallowing in her “misery” since the moment she opened her eyes.

jake felt sad as well, but he mostly felt guilty. the guilt slowly eating at him by the hour. he remembers the day you were born. you were his first baby. you were what made his day. how could he have ever forgotten you. jake felt stupid. like a damn idiot. his family was slowly falling apart and it was his fault.

after a few minutes of silence, jake took neytiri into his arms, hugging his mate tightly before speaking. ‘we’re going to bring them home okay? i’m going to bring them home’ his words were shaky, your outburst the day before did a number on his confidence and pride, he didn’t want a repeat of it. neither of them did. neytiri looked at her husband and nodded before wiping her tears, taking comfort in his hold.

while he held his wife, jake began to think of a plan to bring you home. they wanted to make things right with you. they loved you. yeah they didn’t show it worth a damn, but they did and they were going to make sure you knew.

the sun rose upon the horizon bringing in a new day. you were up early as usual, tsireya and ao’nung dragging you by your “skinny tail” (in words of ao’nung) to the ocean. rotxo and a few of his friends decided to join you all, venturing out into the ocean you’ve seen a million times yet can’t get enough of.

rotxo made it a thing to take you further beyond the reef, showing you the beauties that you haven’t seen before. you didn’t notice, but the boy would catch himself staring at you, in-captured with you’re unwavering beauty.

your body emerged from the water, splashing around with your new found friends and “siblings”. after a while you all got hungry. breakfast should’ve been done by now so you all broke your separate ways, promising each other to meet back up later.

the three of you walked back into the mauri, your back turned as you faced the siblings, in the middle of a story. ‘so then i told her, i’m not doing it for you you’re just gonna have to-‘ you bumped into a hard chest. ao’nung and tsireya’s face dropped. you assumed it was tonowari so you turned around quick to apologize, only to be met with your father.

‘oh..hi’ you said, the air growing awkward. ‘(y/n) we want you to come home..’ he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. you only rolled your eyes and shrugged him off, ‘no thanks im fine here’

‘i wasn’t asking (y/n) i’m telling. you’re coming home’

you were taken aback. his face fell serious and the tone of his voice dropped. he was serious but you were still persistent. ‘no im not’ you shook your head, looking back to tonowari and ronal but to no avail, they couldn’t even lock eyes with you. ‘he is your father my child..he has say over this..’ ronal admitted. you were shocked, what happened to the stone faced tsahìk from a few days ago? just then tonowaris deep voice rang against your head.

‘we’re sorry (y/n) but you must go home..’

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[loakismine]

As long as it’s with you.

Pairings: Lo’ak x Metkayina!Reader

Summary: Lo’ak brought you to his people where you got to know the way of the forest and Lo’aks people who you danced with before Eywa.

Warnings: Weapons! That’s it but if there is anything let me know!:)

Word count: 1,549

A tear slipped from your eye as you said your final goodbyes to your family. They all had a saddened yet hopeful thought that you’d return to them soon enough. Your mother held your face close to hers as she looked down at your hands, taking them into hers she kissed your forehead as you parted from her. Giving her and your people a big smile when you took Lo’aks hand in yours. Tonowari stepped infront of Lo’ak giving him a very intimidating look. “Take care of my daughter, son.” The last but of his sentence was very hesitant but alas he said it.

Lo’ak took your fathers hand in his and shook it the way his father taught him. Lo’ak gave him a very assured look that he would do as he was told. Tonowari trusted the boy knowing that he knew his limits with you and he’d never let anyone or anything hurt you. Your people stood back as the ikrans flapped their huge wings ready to take off. You held Lo’ak tight with one arm using the other to wave goodbye to your people and family. From the other ikran you could hear Tuk shouting “Goodbyes!” At everyone.

The once bright lit sky was now dark and filled with burning stars. The wind that hit your cheeks was now cooler as you flew through the sky. Your head rested on your partner’s shoulder, tired from flying for what seemed like days. When you landed people cheered here and there. They had trees and small huts decorated with flowers and colorful vines. Jake welcomed you to his people. “This is Y/n! She is part of the Metkayina people from the reefs! We shall treat her as one of us from now on!” The people cheered and were accepting unlike your clan when The Sully’s first arrived. You smiled at the people who surrounded you, the little boys and girls touched your shells in your hair and examined your body. They touched your arms and tail seeing how flat some parts were. Their little eyes went wide when they saw your flat tail and your eyes.

They were filled with curiosity when they followed you around. Giggles and laughter was all around when Neytiri scurried them away. “Those kids are crazy!” Neytiri laughed as she carried Tuk in her arms to rest her. A hand was set on your waist, turning around you saw Lo’ak holding a bow and a few other hunting materials. “You have to learn our way. The way of the forest.” He said while snaking his arm around your shoulders. The both of you walked into the larger parts of the forest, you saw the huge trees and huge waterfalls the forest had to give. Lo’ak led You up one of the huge trees and laid flat on his stomach in silence as he waited for something to come around.

A hexapede munched on some leafs that came from a low branch from below that shook the upper branches of the tree letting Lo’ak know it was time. Sitting up on his heels, he readied his bow and fighting his grip around the arrow with his two fingers. Taking in a big breath just as you taught him in order to swim he let the arrow slip from between his fingers and hit the hexapede right through it’s belly. Lo’ak climbed down from the large tree as you did the same following his exact steps. He came to where the hexapede laid, the creature cried out in pain just as Lo’ak reached for his knife. Holding it at the animals neck. “I see you brother, and I thank you. Your spirit will run with Eywa, while your body will remain and become part of the people.” The knife went through and into the creatures neck ending it’s misery with a death prayer.

It was truly a clean kill. “Tomorrow you will do the same. Come.” He instructed. You mmmm taking your hand in his he began walking up and around some tall trees and rocks covered in moss and grass. He walked over a huge bridge that was built by his petty go over the river. It led to a huge waterfall and behind the waterfall was a small cave with a rather large opening that led to a beautiful scene. The rays of light was reflected onto the see through water, the floating mountains were visible from the view given. The greenery surrounded much if not all of the view. Two ikrans flew together, one flying over the other they raced till they reached the mountains above. You and Lo’ak stayed there till the day grew dark.

When the both of you got back to his people you saw how they all sat around the beautiful Tree of souls. The bright colors of purple and pink made your skin glow the same colors. Your eyes grew wide and full of color. Neytiri took you with her and placed arm bands made of leather around your upper arms. They had pretty feathers on them with colors like pink, teal, purple, and a deep blue. The feathers ran all along your arm till they reached your wrists. They had glowed bright and brung out your eyes. Kiri walked up with a bright smile and placed a headpiece on your head. Tuk ran up and painted your cheeks and forehead with the light paint in her tiny hands.

Tuk pulled you through the crowd as they all stared at you in awe almost. You were sat front row with the rest of the Sully’s. “Today we dance before Eywa! Our most Gracious Mother!” Mo’at spoke aloud for the whole clan to hear with Jake by her side as well as her daughter. Everyone stood, they stood infront of their people. One facing another in two lines. You outed yourself sitting apart from them. The singers of the clan began the thumping of feet and hands began. A huge drum was being hit on continuously at the beat. A beat of which made vibrations come all around you. For some odd reason you felt closer than before to Eywa. Taking in a longe breath you felt her. Felt her power.

You saw the way the Omaticaya danced before Eywa. Their hands enlaced and forehead to forehead. You thought that maybe being close with one another made them feel even more connected to the Great Mother. From afar danced Lo’ak he waved at you to join and you nodded your head side to side. Rolling his eyes he ran for you and his strength was double yours. You stood no chance. He held your hands in his and the same vibrations you felt before only came back stronger. They ran although your body. You felt warm and happy. Palm to palm your hand rised up and over your heads. There was slight head rolling and turning backs up eachother. Feet were stomped loudly. You felt close, close to Lo’ak. His forehead was rested on yours and a smile was shared between the two of you.

After the ceremony everyone had left to the home tree. They needed the rest for tomorrow considering the fact that they would go hunting at early hours. You stood under the soul tree, touching each brightly lit branch. Lo’ak stared at you and saw the way your eyes were brightly lit under the tree. He noticed the way you skin glowed and each freckle was lit by the dark sky. He knew this was the perfect time. “She’s beautiful Lo’ak.” Smiling you looked over your shoulder to find him looking. “You are too you know?.” He said as he walked to you, he grabbed your hand and kissed your palm. “Lo’ak?” It was a mere whisper when he reached for your chin and pulled you in for a long soft kiss. Surprised you just melted into it.

You’ve never experienced such a thing before with anyone. He pulled you into him as he sunk to his knees bringing you down with him. He took your hands to his chest and deepened the kiss. Pulling away you were both now face to face, nose to nose, “Be my mate and lead with me Y/n.” He nipped at your bottom lip with his fangs, catching you by utter surprise. “Lo’ak wait.” Your eyes widened but softened when you saw his cute fangy smile spread from ear to ear. You held his larger hands in yours, “Is this what you truly want Lo’ak?” His eyes lingered from your hands to your eyes. “Yes. I will be the next leader soon and I want you to be there by my side the whole way. But only if you agree to be with me.” A smile grew from your frowned face. “Of course Lo’ak! As long as it’s with you I’d do it a million times.” Not being able to hold the urge back he punched on you again giving you a long kiss and more kisses all over your face.

You knew you’d end up this way, you just never thought I’d be so soon. But you knew that if it was with Lo’ak you be fine. You’d be okay as long as it was with him.

AHH THIS IS BADLY RUSHED BUT YET AGAIN ITS LATE AT NIGHT GUYS AND MY EYES BURN BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS REALLY LIKE THIS!! I will edit this later by the way! 🤭😔

I haven’t been able to post because I haven’t been in town but I’m back now and I will be posting some more!!

[moonshynecybin]

Ok elaborate on the white water kayaking if you would like bc that’s incredible

this is. maybe the thing i think about most lol. NO idea how much people know about kayaking but uh. ask me!

so whitewater kayaking is interesting as a sport bc while there ARE major racing events (the green race!! the north fork championship!! go look them up they’re SICK) it is generally not a formalized racing series that culminates in a trophy like in motorsports. like there’s no seating for spectators even. you get to these races by hiking two hours through the woods and parking your ass on a rock by the river and hoping you don’t fall in bc you are BLASTED drunk. they’re big parties most of the time!

so while the best kayakers in the world DO compete in these things and win them, the sport is frankly more about doing sick stunts with your friends on beautiful rivers all over the world than like. cutthroat fanatical competition. which bezz (who HATED racing against people as a kid never wanted to fight on the track to go fast) would LOVEEEE imo. also literally it is bad practice to go boating alone you NEED a homie with you at all times that’s how you run shuttle that’s how you set safety that helps you scout rapids it is a homie-based activity!!! and bez loves his friends SOOOO bad and especially loves to do dumb life-threatening stuff with them. that’s what big water boating IS.

and it’s just. some aspects of the stuff happening at the ranch and the broader culture of whitewater is very similar in terms of vibes to meeeee. like the adrenaline addiction the injuries the constant threat of death the long hair the dumb tats the earrings the SAME fucking sunglasses kayakers get just cheaper ones. the energy drink sponsorships the going skiing 24/7 in the off-season…. that’s a fucking kayaker to me lol. i look at him and genuinely question why he is not in a dry suit bombing waterfalls in chile. #beater #steazy #booflife he’d love it so bad.

and i AM saving all of my narrative thoughts on bezz kayaking for a fic one day maybe. problem is i don’t know shit about the whitewater scene in italy so i’d have to make these boys like. appalachian. but i do know cele would have the world’s most atrocious rookie crush on hot trip leader bezz and when cele dump trucks a raft and has to do a swim beer out of his nasty bootie (whitewater has like. a reverse shoey system where you only do them if you fuck up) and bezz like, puts his big hand on the back of cele’s neck as he chugs this nasty beer (for maximum crazy this is bezz’s shoe bc cele is a rookie and didn’t want to shell out for the whitewater specific shoe and is wearing chacos) and cele has a small religious experience and flushes BRIGHT RED.

anyways if you want to check out some sick kayakers and are curious regarding the vibe i recommend following aniol serrasolses (catalan legend), nouria newman (badass. has yelled at my brother), and evy liebfarth (from my hometown!). liebfarth is going to the olympics this year in kayaking slalom which IS a formalized racing series but one that generally takes place on closed courses and such and is a small niche in the broader culture of the sport. still very cool and very hard to do. there is also dane jackson who is the arguable GOAT of the sport i just think he’s kind of swagless and one time he put my brother on youtube after he dislocated his shoulder when they were paddling the royal gorge like. cmon man. also his daddy owns a major kayaking manufacturer booooo. he does win the green race like literally every year which IS annoying. to me.

[sterekbros]

wild and free by Winchesterek

“Are you kidding me?” Stiles asked, looking out at the beautiful waterfalls cascading into the lake in front of them.

The water shimmered shades of green and blue, which looked like emeralds and malachite glistening in the sun. The spray of the waterfall floated through the air, a cool mist clinging to their skin, making Stiles feel sticky. It looked wild and overgrown, the foliage lush and leafy, clinging to the rocks around them.

When he looked back at Derek, his skin was slick with sweat and water, making Stiles want to lick and suck his salty skin. Derek turned to smile at him and it warmed Stiles’ heart, loving how happy Derek looked.

“Just one of the most beautiful places in Croatia, Plitvice Lakes,” Derek replied, reaching out to take Sitles’ hand. “Come on. We can make it down to the water and enjoy it for a little while before we have to head back.”

“Well, we can't stay because I didn't bring my pillow,” Stiles added with a chuckle. “You know I can't sleep without it.”

“Good thing I don't plan on camping out here, then. I know I can make sure that we don't get caught, but I wanna take you somewhere nice for dinner. It’ll take us about two hours to get back to the city so we should leave before the sun goes down.”

“Good thing we got here bright and early, then.” Stiles walked along with Derek carefully and descended along the path to the water, slowly climbing over slippery rocks.

Stiles wasn't sure if this was the beautifulest place he’d ever seen, because they’d been to so many places that were so beautiful that Stiles had a hard time believing that they were real. Like Elafonisi Beach, where they’d spent a week exploring Greece and bathing in the sun. Derek’s skin was beautiful and sunkissed, while Stiles looked a little bit like a lobster for a week afterward until it turned into a light tan.

Once they were down to the water, Stiles grinned as he watched Derek strip his shirt off and toss it onto the ground on top of their bags. He openly ogled his mate, knowing that Derek could scent his arousal and he smirked as Derek unnecessarily flexed for him, but acted like it was a casual action.

Stiles stripped down to his swim shorts and carefully walked across the rocks to the bank next to Derek. “Wow…the water is so clear.”

It was unimaginable to Stiles that water could be so clear, but they’d seen oceans just as clear when they sailed around the world together. “Oh, look! Fish!” Stiles pointed and Derek smiled.

“I’m sure they’ll leave us alone when we’re in the water. Come on, let’s get in!” Derek waded into the lake first while Stiles watched him skeptically.

“There isn't anything in there that will eat me, is there?” Stiles tried to look further into the water, but it was too far away for him to see much with his puny human eyesight.

“Nothing’s going to eat you, Stiles. I’ll protect you.” Derek dipped his head back into the water and ran his hands through his hair when he was upright again. “Get in here!”

“How are you sure?! You can't see all the way over there!” Stiles said, pointing.

“Really? Get in the water, Stiles. This isn't even salt water. There are no large predators in the water here,” Derek promised with an amused look, sighing. “Get in the water! You’re more likely to run into a bear out there than anything happening to you in here. Or step on a snake.”

Stiles looked around the forest and the ground before hurrying into the water. “Why didn't you tell me there were bears! I don't even have anything to protect myself with.”

Derek laughed, wrapping his arms around Stiles when he reached him. “You have me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”

“You better not,” Stiles replied, wrapping his arms around Derek and drawing him in close. “Because then you’re gonna be all alone on that sailboat. What on earth would you do without me?”

“Regret all my life choices,” Derek joked, but Stiles could tell that he was being serious. “You know I couldn't go on without you. If it’s the last thing I do, it’ll always be to protect you.”

“You know I feel the same way, Derek.” Stiles' voice was soft and almost a whisper, his hand moving to cup Derek’s cheek.

The last thing he wanted to do was make Derek think about losing him. It was why he’d left with Derek to begin with, because of his injury on the job. Unfortunately, Stiles’ brain-to-mouth filter didn't always work.

And Stiles knew that he was Derek’s anchor, just as much as Derek was Stiles’. Or, well, if he was a werewolf. As much as an anchor that Derek could be for Stiles being human.

“We’ll be okay,” Derek promised, kissing Stiles tenderly. “I’ll race you to the other side,” Derek added when they parted, then laughed and dunked Stiles under the water before taking off.

Stiles sputtered as he came up, shaking the water from his face.

“Not! Fair!” Stiles shouted after Derek. “And you can't use your werewolf speed!”

But Derek was almost already at the other end of the small lake as Stiles ran his hands through his hair.

He smiled, the hot sun shining down on them and warming his skin, the cool clear water rippling around him.

This was their life. Traveling the world and being together.

It was all that Stiles ever wanted, just him and Derek and a world full of possibilities.

He dove into the water, knowing that he’d never win or catch up to Derek. But Stiles was perfectly fine with that because Derek would make it up to him later, sprawled out in the sailboat cabin, taking him apart until Stiles couldn't feel his toes and he was warm all over.

Croatia was going to become one of his favorite places in the world, full of memories.

Of him and Derek. Happy and free.

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Hi lovely!!! Ok im so down for billy

How about one where dom billy is hanging out w you Steve and Eddie. You keep whispering dirty things in his ears, touching him and teasing him whilst he’s talking to Steve and Eddie. He whispers into you ear and warns you to stop because your touches are starting to break.

You still dont listen and he decides to take you on infront of Steve and Eddie. Perhaps he makes you ride his cock and you squirt on it? Praise and degrading?

Ignore this if u dont like it haha , I have lots of ideas

i actually really like this. like why couldn't i have thought of something so.. billy haha. and im so down for billy too babe. hope you like this though!

Hush. B.H

billy hargrove x female reader (steve and eddie are there obv).

content: smut, praise, degradation, squirting, cock warming, exhibitionism, voyeurism (on steve and eddie's behalf), belly bulge, slight daddy kink, mention of stretch marks (sorry not sorry), various pet names, dom!billy, bratty!reader, humiliation, mention of cheating.

You'd been in no rush to trot your way down to where your pretty boyfriend and his pretty little friends had been. In the backyard by the pool occasionally working on carpentry for your new home's backyard to look more "modern" as you'd call it. You wanted cool toned wood, and plants and a lot of green to contrast the gorgeous pool that had a waterfall and rocks. The vision in your head needed to become a reality. Lucky you, not only your boyfriend, but his friends are pretty useful for situations like this. Who am I kidding, you're a princess. Everything is pretty much done for you.

Walking up to Billy, rubbing a hand on his tanned, dampened skin causing him to turn towards you. He'd smile and wrap an arm around your waist, "Hey baby, how's it look so far?" The two of you would look up at the developing wooden accents they'd been adding to the back side of the house.

Placing a big kiss to his cheek before saying softly "It's perfect. Thank you for this, really."

He knew it wasn't him that was doing the vast majority of the work, he'd have better things to focus on like how he only has two cigarettes left in his pack from how many he's smoked today. He needs to sit down on the lounge chairs and drink a beer as Eddie and Steve work on building the base to their design. He'd paint it, and connect it to the house. Hell, he'd do anything but build it. Not only the guilt he'd feel if he messed up but because quite honestly he was lazy, that was the number one cause.

You walked back inside and was reading for a little bit and you look out the window that gives you a view of the pool to see Billy, Steve, and Eddie inside of it just messing around having fun with a beach ball. You smile and bite your lip, your boyfriend looked.. irresistible. His wet hair sticking to his forehead, that pretty smile on his face, and the way he made eyecontact with you and he immediately stopped laughing and gave you a coy smirk before going back to his game.

You threw on your bikini and decided you'd join them for a little swim. You wanted him so bad, and you knew he wouldn't do anything about it in front of his friends. Why would he? He hates sharing, especially his favorite things.

Walking down the steps and swimming towards your boyfriend, he'd pull you into his arms where at first you'd act innocent. Not long after you'd begin to kiss up his neck to the spot right in front of his ear to whisper "You look so good right now, you know that? Somehow you make me want you more and more every second of the day, isn't that weird?" You'd peck his lips softly and chuckle.

The rest of the day you chose to annoy him, bug him until he'd end up just making his friends leave so he could finally take you for being so annoying. He still wouldn't budge. He wouldn't even tempt to lead into your games.

But he was, oh he was trapped. But he wouldn't hear the end of it if they'd found out they left just so he could show his girl a lesson. That's ridiculous, right.

It was when he was on the couch and you walked behind him and slung your arms around his neck to rest down his chest, leaning to whisper naughty words into his ears. What you said this time was.. very.. different from before, though. This time, you finally tell him the things you want him to do to you. How you wanted him to bend you over and fuck you. "I'll be a good girl next time they come over, promise. Please just fuck me, I don't care if they hear." You'd beg and softly moan into his ears when he'd stand up abruptly.

"I need to talk to you." He'd say, walking around the couch to grab hold of your arm and lead you to your shared bedroom. Not before saying "Be right back." To the two who were confusingly looking at one another, changing the topic from what was being conversed before.

Your boyfriend pulls you to the bedroom and holds your waist, "Look at me, now." he says before your eyes go up to his, your head laying slightly down almost like a guilty dog.

"You're being a real brat, you know that? Keep acting up you're not gonna like it." He warns with a low voice and he softly nods at you with a soft yet slightly aggravated face. You nod back softly with a subtle smirk lingering on your features.

" Right.. maybe instead I'll get your pretty friends to get me off instead. Bet they could better than you." You begin to walk towards the door when he grabs your arm, pulling you towards him. His expression made him look absolutely livid.

"Oh so that's how you wanna play, huh? You're a little slut, know that?" He scowls and all you do is smile and slip your free hand to rub over the obvious bulge in his shorts.

"You're so pretty when you're mad, B."

He'd just pull you out of the room, leading you to the living room where the boys would simply be talking until facing the two of you, their attention shifting to you and Billy, who'd still been holding you by the arm assuring a mark to be there at some point.

"So, she wants to give you guys a little show, don't you babe? Is that okay with you guys?, If my little girl gives you show?" He'd say almost sarcastically and you'd watch the boys eyes widen before looking at eachother. "She wants to show you guys just how well she takes my cock, what a little slut she is for me."

Your boyfriend soon sits on the couch chair that sits across the couch in which Steve and Eddie had been sitting, previously sharing an innocent conversation on.

"Strip, how 'bout you show them how pretty you are baby?" Hed say and you'd hesitantly begin to take off your his Metallica shirt, revealing your bathing suit top that you took of as well. Throwing the clothes of onto the marbled floor of your new home, soon taking off the small bottoms to your bathing suit. Now you were left standing completely naked, facing your boyfriends friends. You felt embarrassed, it all felt so taboo.

"Beautiful, ain't she? Go on, tell 'er how fuckin' sexy she is." Billy says the the boys who were examining every curve of your body, practically drooling at every crevice, stetch mark or scar, everything was so gorgeous.

"Real pretty," Eddie would begin and Steve would interrupt saying "Y-yeah. Really fuckin' pretty, you are." He'd send you that pretty smirk and you'd smile at the praise you were receiving from the boys.

"Come here, sweets." Billy would tap your thigh from behind you and you'd turn around. You'd sit on his thigh somewhat close to his knee and begin to ride it softly when he kisses you. "So gorgeous, sweets. Not just me who thinks it, yeah?" He'd look at the boys and they'd mumble words of agreement.

He could feel how wet you were. How your slick was dripping down his thigh, it all made him more than eager to take you. And so, that's what he did. Saying, "Baby turn around f'me." as he holds your hips to help you off him. Your wetness still lingering on his leg, he'd pull his shorts down to pool at his ankles, causing the wetness to be somewhat wiped away.

"Come sit on my cock, face them." He'd grab your hips, leading you towards him. He brings his cock to your entrance before helping you sit down on his lap.

Moaning loudly as your boyfriend splits you apart on his cock. Finally his entire length is inside you and he grabs your thighs to pull them apart to show Steve and Eddie your pretty little wet cunny.

"Fuck." You hear a groan from across the room, looking up a sly smirk appears on your features as you watch the boys watch you.

"Billy, when you- gonna move hun." You mumble out, looking at him over your shoulder. He places a tender peck on your lips before pulling away, smiling at you.

"Not gonna, not yet. This is your punishment." He'd say and you whine, throwing your head back onto Billy's shoulder and he'd kiss your cheek before quietly muttering "I think your liking the biggest part of your punishment, though. Aren't you?" his voice growing to a more quiet whisper, "You love all compliments, don't you sweets?"

You whine and nod, "B, please move." Snaking a hand down your body, feeling the bulge in your belly as your chest heaves up and down, beginning to rub your swollen clit. He chuckles lowly behind you.

"Guys," He catches the boys attention before continuing "you think she deserves to get fucked now? Think she deserves to cum, hm boys?"

"I don't know man, she made you do all this." Steve says with his indeniably hot toothy smirk.

"Do it dude, I'm trynna see what she looks like when she does cum." Eddie pops the gum in his mouth and looks at Steve, who nods yes and fakes a frown.

You feel Billy buck his hips harshly into you, causing your body to move upward and sink back down on his cock at a fast pace. Your moans grew louder almost each thrust as he'd put more force into it each time.

He'd take one hand off your waist to rub circles on your clit, bringing you closer to your release. You watch Steve and Eddie as they softly pump their cocks through their shorts, bringing you even closer to your release.

Till you feel like you have to pee. "Billy, fuck.. Billy I need to pee, seriously." You'd tap his thigh that rests under you.

All you hear is a chuckle, "Oh yeah? Let it out baby, come on. Come on sweets, cum for me, cum for daddy."

And that threw you over edge, but rather than cumming like usual a clear liquid had sprayed from your hole. Billy would pull out of you, you still on his lap and he'd rub your cunt, spreading the juices everywhere. You moan in extreme pleasure as your legs shake and your chest falls up and down, you falling back into your boyfriend's chest.

You felt embarrassed. You'd never even done that in front of just Billy. Nevermind other people.

"Fuck baby. You did so good, sweets, you did. Oh my god, that was so fuckin' hot baby." Your boyfriend praises behind you, softly rubbing your slightly sore tummy.

You smile and kiss your boyfriend softly before getting off his lap. You audibly sigh, "Made a mess on the brand new floor."

"Your fault. 'sides we were probably gonna do that at some point anyway." Billy wraps his arm around your waist, kissing the top of your head before saying "Gonna let them take a spin on ya?"

It was a long night, that's for sure. But oddly enough, seeing the boys after that experience happened to not be awkward. You had been embarrassed in the moment, but you didn't seem to even think about it for a while. That was, until they wanted to do it again.

[peonierose]

Give me two characters and a word and I will write a <100 word drabble

Bryce & Luna - Waterfall

Summer‘sKiss

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Luna Auclair (F!OC) x Bryce Lahela (M!MC)

Words: 400+

Rating: Fluff

Summary: Luna and Bryce enjoy a bit of alone time together by Manoa Falls.

A/N: Thanks so much for sending in the ask @cariantha 🩷🩷 It was short but I’ve had a lot of fun writing it 🥰🩷

Side note: I got inspired by the prompts Sea, Ocean - for Day 3 of @choicesseptemberchallenge2023

Summer‘s Kiss

Luna

”You done painting me like one of the French girls?“ I hear some water splashing and look up only to see Bryce smirking at me. His mouth moves and post out water like a fountain.

”Who said I was painting you?“

”Oh please. I felt you watching me.“

”Ugh. Fine. I was sketching you. Want to see it?“

He nods and swims closer.

”Sure. I hope you got my good side.“

”Did I ever get your bad side?“

Bryce grins.

”No, but I don’t think I have a bad side.“

He comes out of the water, and I’m distracted by a water droplet sliding down his body for a second.

I feel my face heat up because I still get flustered around him even after all these years that we’ve been together.

So I try to focus my attention on his face and not his body.

He looks at my sketch. To which I’ve added some light watercolors. They’re faint, but they’re there.

Bryce looks taken aback by the sketch.

”Damn. Can I frame that? This is amazing.“

”You think so? It’s just a bit of lines with coal. And some watercolors. It’s nothing fancy.“

He puts his hands on his hips.

”Don’t be modest Lu. This is fantastic. I mean I always knew you’re talented but this? This is amazing work Lunes.“

I blush at his compliment. Still not used to Bryce complimenting my artwork.

”Thank you for saying that.“

I kiss him and he’s surprised at first but then he smiles and gently pulls me closer.

I groan but then I pull away.

”I’ve got to leave some kisses for later.“

Bryce pouts.

”No fair. You always stop when it gets interesting.“

”That’s because I don’t feel like getting carried away at Manoa Falls where I can easily slip and fall. I am still pregnant. There’s no way in hell I am risking our kids this way.“

He gets that smile where his eyes soften and his whole body relaxes.

”What?“

”I love it when you say our kids. Makes me look at you, not able to believe we did this. Our magic created this.“

”I’m pretty sure there’s no magic involved in sex. It was pretty much watching my ovulation, waiting and peeing on test stripes to see the words pregnant. But if it makes you feel better B let’s call it the magic of our bed.“

”It was our bodies who created the magic, the bed was just a side piece.“

My snort turns into a full-on belly laugh.

”This is one of the reasons why I love you. You always make me laugh.“

Bryce smiles at me and we continue to spend a couple more hours at the waterfall before the air gets chilly and we decide we should head back.

I take my coal pencils and my watercolors, put them in my bag. I take Bryce’s outstretched hand.

Rays of sunshine, warming our backs as we walk back home hands intertwined.

[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo: Makapipi Falls - Jesse Boone x Reader

Tagging: @yezzyyae @thiashazzywriting @kgkslgohogkdlslgk @kmc1989 @whateversomethingbruh @district447 @soultrysworld @reneejett4

Hitting the Feelings Bingo Square

It’s at Makapipi Falls that Jesse tells you that he loves you. The two of you have been staying there over the past few days in the battered Volkswagen camper van that Jesse had helped you restore. It had been a passion project of yours for a couple of years before Jesse had come along and accelerated things. He’d spent the weekends he didn’t have the kids overhauling the mechanics, refusing payment.

Take me on your first trip, had been the compromise.

It’s your final evening and you’re parked next to a natural pool with a waterfall. It had rained heavily last night, the two of you had listened to the sound of it on the roof of the van as you’d fallen asleep. It makes the waterfall, wild and rapid, the steady stream gushing from the cliffs above.

The sun is just starting to set when you find Jesse in the water, his clothes neatly folded on the shore upon the picnic blanket you’d shared a meal on a couple of hours ago. You follow suit, stripping out of your shorts, shirt and underwear before stepping into the natural pool. The water’s still warm, heated from a day under the Hawaiian sunshine. It feels glorious on your bare skin as you descend into the depths, the gentle waves lapping at your skin.

Jesse swims out to meet you, his powerful body moving in long purposeful strokes. It takes him a second to finds his feet, his palm pushing his damp hair out of his eyes. Your hands come to rest upon his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close. It’s perfect this moment, your skin pressing against his as the light plays out across the cove.

“I love you.” He whispers later that night.

The two of you are tangled up in one another on a blanket underneath the stars. His thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek as he looks into your eyes and the words, they just slip out. He’s felt it in his heart for a while but it’s hard for him to take that step, to give himself to someone else after what happened with Heather.

The edges of your mouth tip up into a smile and he kisses you in that soft sensual way of his, the one that makes you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

“Jesse.” You murmur, your fingers threading through his hair as his lips begin to wander. “I love you too.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[fionajames]

prompts

A/N: Hello guys!!! I decided I'd send a list of various prompts for you guys to send me as requests. Absolutely anyone is free to use this! There are one word, dialogue, idea and song prompts!!!

One word prompts

hiraeth 

lost

catacombs

bloodhound

whisper 

broth

brine

froth

angel

wheat

camp

cry

shadow

bramble

herd

pack

wild

runaway

solstice

courage

tracks

woods

hike

firefly

quill

moon

sun

stars

spirit

song

splinter

clear

ice

sea

clouded

hum

jinx

limbo

wire

barbed

spear

sword

breath

holly

sink

drown

canine

willow

twine

whistle

Song prompts

not strong enough (boygenius)

meet me in the woods (lord huron)

cherry wine - live (hozier)

sweet tooth (cavetown)

1979 (smashing pumpkins)

bloodhound (the foxing)

rory (the foxing)

still feel (half alive)

best friend (rex orange country)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

wires (the neighbourhood)

running with the wolves (AURORA)

the night we met (lord huron)

i’d rather be alone (boodahki)

cocaine jesus (rainbow kitten surprise)

romantic homicide (d4vd)

duvet (bôa)

breezeblocks (alt-J)

me and the devil (soap&skin)

heavydirtysoul (twenty one pilots)

father (the front bottoms)

waterfalls coming out of your mouth (glass animals)

genesis (grimes)

devil like me (rainbow kitten surprise)

rockstar (boywithuke)

bad habit (steve lacy)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

notorious (neoni)

nothings new (rio romeo)

lighthouse (the waifs)

step on me (the cardigans)

inside out (duster)

the man (taylor swift)

mind over matter (young giant)

rises the moon (liana flores)

sparks (coldplay)

mama’s boy (dominic fike)

way down we go (kaleo)

evergreen (richy mitch & the coal miners)

yorktown - the world turned upside down (original broadway cast of hamilton)

i love you so (the walters)

505 (arctic monkeys)

labour (paris paloma)

worldstar money - interlude (joji)

willow (taylor swift)

leave a light on (tom walker)

pretty boy (the neighbourhood)

lovers rock (tv girl)

the last great american dynasty (taylor swift)

you’re on your own kid (taylor swift)

ho hey (the lumineers)

stubborn love (the lumineers)

dear arkansas daughter (lady lamb)

watching him fade away (mac demarco)

o children (nick cave & the bad seeds)

Idea prompts

running through wheat fields

running through garden hose droplets

dancing in the rain

walking in the bush

splashing in the sea

horse riding

rolling down grass fields

trekking through forest

swimming in forest creeks

rock hopping

daisy chains and crowns

collecting wood for fire

bonfire at night

walking on abandoned highways and roads

lighthouse exploring 

cartwheeling and playing in fresh grass

morning dew and crisp morning air

dirt under your nails

tree climbing

abandoned towns

walking on train tracks

wooden boats

island exploring

baking in then morning quiet

watching movies very late at night

staying up late at sleepovers

corn mazes

wheat fields

frozen lakes

frozen forests

paper planes

jam jars

friendship bracelets

barbed wire fences

blood dripping on tiles

scratchy vinyl music

empty dark cold nights

canine teeth

fireflies in fields

camp cabins

sea shanties

sibling play fighting/rivalry (blood or not)

road trips with loud music

picnic dates in the forest

busy arcades

bookstore dates - the smell of old books

playing soft acoustic guitar in nature

playing fiddle and dancing around campfires

stargazing

laying in bed awake

Dialogue prompts 

“please kill me”

“i’m everything you can not control”

“i am the monster you created”

“am i that easy to forget?”

“i will never hesitate to put my life on the line for you”

“stars can not shine without darkness”

“i miss the old you”

“remember who you are”

“please don’t leave”

“listen here pal”

“how much is enough”

“i remember smiling the whole way home”

“i never told you i was falling in love”

“do you want to go wander around aimlessly?”

“you still feel like home”

“no matter what, you’re still my brother”

“i could never hate you”

“let me help”

“help me, please”

“we’re just kids”

“water is so exciting with straws”

“i can’t stop thinking about you”

“get in the blanket fort”

“when they smile, i forget how to breathe”

“platonic love is just as important”

“i’m homesick for a place i’m not sure is real”

“smile more, it looks beautiful on you”

“runaway with me” 

“dance with me?”

“come back to bed”

“your bleeding on my floor”

“stars sparkle in your eyes”

“sarcasm is a weapon”

“can we just go back?”

“i miss how it used to be”

“hold me”

“any closer to them and i’ll kill you”

“i’ll be by your side forever”

“are you ok?”

“it’s going to be okay”

“i’m going to cry, but happy tears”

“can i crash on your couch?”

“we’ve got more than two people crashing in our house”

“i belong with you”

“you’re my soulmate” 

“hold my hand, please?”

“they smile when you message them”

“i want to live”

“sing to me”

“we’re finally home”

A/N: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom

[strandnreyes]

wip wednesday

thanks @lovesgalores @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @alrightbuckaroo <3

“Garza Blanca hiking tours,” TK reads off the pamphlet that came with their welcome package. It lists all the amenities that their all-inclusive stay offers, both on the resort and elsewhere in Puerto Vallarta. “What about that?”

“You really want to spend the day with a tour guide,” Carlos asks, poking his head around the corner from the bathroom. He’s got a towel wrapped around his waist and his arms flex as he runs another one through his hair to dry it.

TK’s sitting on the couch in their suite, wrapped in one of the white, fluffy robes until they decide what they’re doing so he knows what to wear.

“You’re the one who claims to love hiking,” he retorts, smiling when Carlos doesn’t have a good come back and slips back into the bathroom. TK turns back to the information in front of him. “Babe, they let you swim in the waterfall at the end. And show you which plants are poisonous.”

As TK continues to read about whales, recognizing birds from songs, and the berries you can eat along the path, he finds himself getting into the idea he threw out there without any real intentions.

“Actually, this sounds pretty cool,” he mutters to himself.

Carlos appears back in front of him, standing just on the other side of the coffee table. “I’m not loving the idea of you and poison in the same sentence.”

TK holds up a hand, proudly saying, “Hey, I’ll have you know that I have never been poisoned.”

Carlos hums, bending to reach the back of his neck and kiss his forehead. “Let’s keep it that way,” he decides. As he grabs the room service menu, he says, “Trust me. I had poison ivy as a kid. You don’t want to spend the rest of the trip with a rash like that.”

“Well babe, I think the idea of the hike is generally to keep us away from the poisonous plants,” TK points out and then quirks a brow. “You’re saying you wouldn’t want to rub calamine lotion all over my body.”

Carlos huffs a laugh. “As hot as that sounds, that’s not the kind of bath I thought we’d be taking together this week.”

TK hums, standing from the couch to join Carlos’ side. His hands slide over his hips, dipping into the towel slightly. “You’re right. I think it’s a shame we haven’t tried our private jacuzzi yet,” he says, nodding through the balcony doors to the place in question. “Maybe we should just stay here.”

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THE LONG CLIMB

“Hold on!" yelled Laval.

"No kidding!" growled Cragger. "Go any more original ideas?"

Some fifty feet below, Eris gasped. Cragger was dangling by one hand from an icy ledge, his feet swinging wildly in the air. Up above, Laval was reaching down to grab the Crocodile, but couldn't quite make it. If Cragger lost his grip, it would be a long fall to the ground below.

"Laval, can you reach him?" Eris cried.

"I think so-just wait there, Cragger," Laval shouted. "I'll climb down to you."

"Where am I going to go?" Cragger answered, yelling to be heard over the howl of the wind.

"It's hang on here or be a Croc pancake!"

Eris couldn't believe how quickly everything had gone wrong. Chima was facing a crisis: Icy creatures called Hunters had rampaged across the land, freezing everything in their path. Right around the time that the Hunters showed up, she had also begun having strange dreams. No, not dreams... they were more like visions.

In them, Eris kept seeing flashes of Mount Cavora on fire. And past the flames, burning bright in the center, was a shining temple on top of the mountain. Somehow, Eris just knew that if they could reach the top of the mystice mountain, hidden inside was an answer that would help them save all of Chima.

But Mount Cavora floated high in the air. In order to reach it, Eris had tricked one of the Hunter Tribes, the Vultures, into freezing the waterfalls. Now, she and her friends were trying to reach the top of the mountain by climbing the frozen waterfalls that stretched from the ground up to the face of the rock.

At first, Laval and Cragger hadn't believed her. But the battle against the Hunters was going poorly. Cragger's parents had been frozen solid, and more and more tribe members were falling victim to the ice daily. Laval and Cragger realized that Eris's dreams might actually be a vision of how to save Chima. So they had agreed to make the climb with her. Now they were halfway up to the top.

The question was, could they make it any farther?

"I’m on my way!" Eris shouted. "My wings are half-frozen. I can't fly! But I’m climbing as fast as I can."

"I’ll wave to you on my way down," Cragger yelled back. "Can somebody help me out here? Crocs do mud and swamps and swimming and diving. But ice climbing? Not so much."

"Well, I do have one idea," Eris shouted up. "But it's really dangerous."

"Dangerous for who?" asked Cragger.

"Well... all of us."

"On a scale of one to ten, how dangerous are we talking about?" asked the Crocodile.

"Umm... fifteen," Eris answered.

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass," said Cragger. “I got myself into this, I'll get myself out... somehow."

Eris shook her head. "You've said that before, Cragger. Remember?"

Cragger did indeed remember. It was many years ago on a similar climb the three of them had made together, when they were much younger...

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"I know this is important," said Cragger. "But remind me why I am doing it with you two?"

Laval glanced at the Croc. He had known Cragger since they were both little, but he had never really gotten to be too friendly with the Crocodile.

As for Eris, Laval barely knew her at all. Yet here they were, about to scale a peak together. They were each on the verge of becoming full-fledged warriors in their tribes. But first... the mountain.

It had no name. Somehow, the mountain seemed too powerful and too great a symbol to have a random title attached to it. For as long as anyone could remember, climbing it was a ritual every young member of every tribe carried out. Reaching the top meant you were ready for anything your tribe might ask of you in the future.

The "rules" of the climb said that you should do it with members of other tribes, but preferably not ones you were already friends with. The point of the journey was to learn to work with others, even if they were strangers That's how a Lion, an Eagle, and a Crocodile came to be making their treks on the same day.

"Save your breath for climbing," Laval said to Cragger.

"We won't need the rope or the spikes on the lower part of the peak, but it gets a lot steeper as we get higher up.”

"And the last one up is a skunk's uncle," Cragger said, grinning.

Eris rolled her eyes. "Wow, you're so mature... not."

The Crocodile flashed his sharp teeth at her. "Thats what I don't like about Eagles. They always have their beaks in the air... along with everything else."

"Come on, you two," Laval said in as commanding a voice as he could. "Are we going or not?"

Like Laval had said, the early part of their climb was easy. The base of the mountain was a gentle slope that wound this way and that. Laval tried to make small talk with Eris, but she seemed to be a little shy. The one subject she did chatter away on was mountains and some of the dangers about them.

"I've flown over lots and lots of peaks," she explained.

"So I've seen all kinds of mountain paths. Winding ones, rocky ones, steep ones, even one that was basically a flowing river—"

"Give me a swamp any day," Cragger intercted. "You always know where you stand in a swamp

"Yeah." Laval laughed. "In the mud."

A short while later, the climb began to get tougher.

Of the three, Laval was the best at scrambling up the slopes, but even he struggled at times. When they were about halfway up, they came to a part of the mountain that was so steep it seemed impossible to climb.

"There's a ledge way up there," Eris pointed out. "If we could reach that, we could keep going."

"Well, you can fly up to it, right?" asked Laval.

Eris shook her head. "No. The rules say you have to climb. No using wings."

"Al right," said Cragger. "You guys give me a boost, and I’ll pull you up. Im the strongest, after all.”

"Ha!" said Laval. "You're not stronger than me! Why don’t you give me a boost?”

"Oh I’ll you a boost, all right." growled Cragger.

"Um, are we going to stand here all day while you two argue?" asked Eris. "Tell you what, I’ll pick. Cragger, you go first."

The Crocodile smiled broadly as he stepped on the shoulders of the Eagle and Lion to get up to the ledge.

Laval glared at Eris. "What's the big idea?" he whispered.

"If you want him to be part of the team, you have to let him be a hero sometimes," whispered Eris. "Lions aren't the only ones with pride, you know."

Once atop the ledge, Cragger leaned over and grabbed Eris's hand. He pulled her up beside him. Then the two of them helped Laval up as well.

"See? Nothing to it," Cragger said. "There's nothing a Croc can't do when he puts his mind to it."

Laval started to say something, then glanced at Eris and changed his mind. He wasn't happy with the decision she had made, but he thought he understood it, at least a little. He decided she was pretty smart, for someone who wasn't a Lion.

They kept climbing. Cragger seemed to be really enjoying himself now, telling tales of life in the swamp.

Beneath his rough manner, it seemed like Cragger real did want to be friends. Eris wondered if Crocodiles just assumed others didn't like them, so they acted unpleasant to keep everyone away. Once they felt accepted, they warmed up. Eris had to admit Cragger's stories were funny. Even Laval laughed a few times.

Now they were three-quarters of the way to the peak. They still had plenty of hours of daylight left. Eris figured they would be able to make it all the way up and back down and still be home for supper.

Then she heard the noise.

At first, she thought it was thunder. But there weren't any clouds in the sky. Then, as the rumbling grew louder and the ground started to shake, she realized with a sinking feeling exactly what it was.

"Rockslide!" she yelled.

Laval and Cragger looked up and gasped. It seemed like half the mountain was sliding down toward them!

They were too high up to leap out of the way, and there was no place to take cover.

"Oh, no!" shouted Cragger.

Laval thought fast. "There's just one chance, but you’re going to have to trust me—both of you!"

Cragger hesitated. Crocodiles were raised to take care of themselves and not rely on help from outsiders. It was a hard habit to break.

"I'll get out of this on my own!" he said.

"No. You won't," Laval said firmly, grabbing the Croc with one hand and Eris with the other.

What followed was a display of skill, speed, and luck like neither Cragger nor Eris had ever seen before Laval leaped into the air, pulling them along with him. He landed on one of the rocks tumbling down the mountain.

Quickly, he jumped from rock to rock, not only surfing the rockslide-but surfing it up the mountain! At any moment, a misstep or a badly timed leap could have meant disaster. But Laval somehow managed to keep going, guiding his companions to safety.

When the rockslide was finally over, the three found themselves almost at the peak. They had survived the climb and the incredible danger as well.

"Wow," said Cragger. "I have to admit, that was amazing."

"Told you," gasped Laval, out of breath. "You just had to trust me. I know what l'm doing... most of the time, he added, with a smile.

"Yeah, well ... okay," said Cragger.

"I sure will!" said Eris, grinning.

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A lot has happened since then, Eris thought as she struggled to climb up to where Cragger was still dangling from the icy ledge. But one thing's the same-we have to trust one another if we're going to make it through this!

"I can't climb down to him," Laval yelled above the gusting wind. "The ice is too slippery. And I can't reach him from here!"

"Yes, you can," said Eris. "Loop the rope around your feet, Laval, and hang upside down."

"I knew it," said Cragger. "She's crazy."

Laval looked uncertain. "Are you sure about this, Eris?"

"Trust me!" Eris replied.

Laval did as Eris asked, first securing his feet with the rope to a thick, sturdy icicle, and then flipping over so that his back was against the ice wall. He reached down and grabbed Cragger's free hand. "I've got him, but I can't pull him up like this!"

"Now comes the hard part," said Eris. "Cragger, you have to let go of your handhold on the ice!"

"What?!" exclaimed Cragger. "I'm not letting go of anything!"

"Trust me!" yelled Eris. "It's the only way!"

Reluctantly, Cragger let go of the icy ledge he had been clinging to. Laval grunted, struggling to hold onto his friend now that he was supporting the Crocodile's full weight.

"Now, Laval—" Eris began.

"I know what to dol" said the Lion. "You just be ready!"

Laval began to swing back and forth, relying on the rope to keep him secured to the ice. Like a pendulum, he swung Cragger to the right and left, building up momentum with each pass. He went higher and higher with each swing, until Cragger was actually above Laval.

"Now, Cragger!" yelled the Lion. "Let go and grab the rope!"

Cragger waited until he was as high as Laval could swing him. Then he let go of his friend and leaped for the rope. He managed to catch it with one hand. But below him, the rope had slipped from Laval's feet-the Lion was falling!

"Hang on, Laval!" Eris cried. She sprang off the side of the ice and caught Lava in midair, her wings struggling to keep the two of them aloft. Just before they were going to tumble out of the sky, she banked back toward the ice. Laval was able to grab onto the rope and to her, but couldn't manage to get a foothold on the ice. He could feel his hand starting to slip.

The next thing Laval knew, a strong grip had seized his wrist. He looked up to see Cragger smiling. "Come on," said the Crocodile. "We can't do this without you, fur-face."

With Cragger's help, Laval and Eris climbed back securely onto the ice. Laval clapped a hand on Cragger's shoulder. "Yeah, you're pretty good to have around, too, scale-head."

Eris sighed. "Some things never change," she said.

"And am I glad of that!"

[judgementdaysunshine]

Hello! I saw that you are writing requests for Indiana Jones. Can I send one?

Okay, so the reader is a archaeologist like Indiana. And she is not like Indy's female partners, you know, she is not grouchy, useless... She is just like Indiana.

Whatever, somehow they were in a cave, tomb, or temple; they had to run. And remember the scene in Temple of Doom, when the trio run out of the cave while waters were chasing them and they stranded at the edge of the mountain. They were a lake under them, the only way to escape was jumping. They both could swim but she was afraid of heights so freaking much. And they were at pretty high. So she couldn't jump. And Indiana took her in his arms, and said "close your eyes, take a deep breath." She kissed him for the first time right this moment and putted hee face into his neck. He jumped. They swam to the beach.

So, what do you say? I know this has too many details, are you ok with writing this? Please let me know if you will write, or won't write, because I am very curious and if you won't write I can ask other writers :)

Have a great day! See ya 🫶👋

Absolutely dear! Hope you enjoy 👉👈

Deep breath everything is alright when you're with me

Pairing:Indiana Jones x Fem reader

Description:While running out of the cave and realizing you have to jump from a mountain,Indy makes sure you're okay

You could feel your lungs burning,your heart pounding in your ears,and the fast rushing water behind you and Indiana as you try not to get swept up and drowned.You and indy got in this situation after the two of you were on the journey to find the magical Sankara stone for an Indian village that was stolen by a cult along with your two friends Willie Scott and Short Round even though he was only kid he proved himself a useful and valuable part of the group.You both stop at the edge of the mountain a couple of miles ahead of the water but when you look down only to see a lake below and how far it is your stomach churns realizing you'll have to jump in order to get away from the water and off the mountain in the lake eyes burning with tears as indy turns to you immediately knowing you were afraid of heights and knew he needed to do something to help you "Hey look at me" he grabs your face in his hands as you look at each other.You didn't know who moved in first but you were holding each other kissing before he holds you to him lifting you in his arms "Close your eyes and take a deep breath" you close your eyes tightly with your head in his neck taking a deep breath inhaling his scent right before he jumps down landing in the lake as the water rains down popping out from the water swimming to the beach across from the two of you other than the big long waterfall behind you getting on land coughing up the water you swallowed then just tightly hugging each other making a fire and as night comes soon being warm and managing to find fruit to eat falling asleep with your head on Indy's chest as he smiles holding an arm around you with the other under his head and his hat over his face.

[lokislastlove]

Make A Splash (Lifeguard!Peter x Reader)

Summary: Your vacation with the parents is destined for disappointment, but what starts terribly wrong ends oh so right.

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, teasing. 18+ only!

Notes: Took me long enough but this is my contribution to @straywords SummerWoes2022 Challenge! It’s actually not dark like I intended it to be. I guess I just couldn’t even pretend not to want this man. 😅 went a wee bit over though, I’m sorry! ~5.7K

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“I’m gonna hit the pool,” you announce through the door connecting to your parents hotel room – at least they had the decency to get you your own room this time.

“Ok honey, don’t hurt it!” Your dad chuckles, pleased with his improvised dad joke.

Your mom smacks his arm and rolls her eyes while fighting a smile. “Have fun, sweetheart. We’ll meet you back here to clean up before dinner at 6pm. Try not to be late.”

You smile and wave over your shoulder on your way out the door. Your parents are great and you understand their desire to cling to their last couple years with you before you move across the country for grad school, but it’s clear they don’t see you as an adult yet. But what you lose in independence, you gain in free vacations and all inclusive food and drinks. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

You tighten the sarong around your waist and put a little extra swing in your hips as you cross the spacious lobby. A tunnel of ivy shades the deck as it twists through a small garden of brightly colored tropical flowers and opens onto a sprawling oasis of swimming pools.

There are hidden alcoves and waterfalls. A languid lazy river loops around the collection of pools. Some are large and shallow, designed with kids in mind. Others are small and shaded, like the adults only pool - complete with its own swim up bar.

The beauty of it takes your breath away, the website you spent hours investigating when your parents told you the destination just doesn’t do it justice. Maybe vacations with your parents don’t have to be boring after all.

You adjust the strap of your book-laden bag and circle the pathway through the grounds until you find the perfect spot. A row of lounge chairs near one of the larger pools is hidden under a partial canopy of palms. It’s reasonably quiet, no one should bother you here.

You spread out your fluffy white towel and lay back with a sigh. The sunscreen makes your nose twitch as you lather a healthy portion over any exposed areas then place it back in your bag in exchange for your book. A short cough startles you and you look up over the pages at a most unexpected sight.

“Hi,” the young man smiles sweetly. “I – uh, just noticed no one had offered you a drink yet and since I’m on my way to the bar… I could get something for you if you want.”

He makes a lot of hand gestures and you get the sense that he’s nervous, but his expression would suggest otherwise. His soft brown eyes flick down your body and his tongue pokes out as he waits for you to respond. Not five minutes alone by the pool and you’ve already attracted attention, this vacation is definitely not boring.

“Oh, well I’d hate to trouble you,” you flirt as you take in his boyish but handsome features and his lean golden physique.

He smirks, “no trouble at all. What do you like?”

“Hmm,” you hum thoughtfully as you let your eyes slowly drift down his well-defined abs and low hanging red swim trunks, biting your lip at the small tuft of hair poking above the strings. “Surprise me.” Your eyes snap up to his and you smirk at the way they darken in response.

He looks down sheepishly and chuckles, running his long fingers through his hair. “Don’t go anywhere,” he says before he turns to leave.

You watch him go, admiring the quality of his backside equally, if not more, than his front. Your cheeks begin to ache from the wide smile and you bite your lips to try to control yourself. Well, this trip just got infinitely more exciting. Clearing your throat, you go back to your book as you wait for his return.

“For the lady,” he announces as he nears carrying a giant fishbowl of a drink, complete with toothpick umbrellas and sliced tropical fruit garnishes. “I hope you don’t have food allergies ‘cus there are like seven different types of fruit in that, on top of the five different liquors.”

You grin and eye the drink, “a little presumptuous of you… you trying to get me drunk?”

His smile falters and his brow dips in worry, “oh shit. You’re twenty-one right? Or do you not drink? Crap. I should have asked, I’m so sorry.”

He takes a step back another apology on his lips when you burst out laughing. “No, no, wait. I’m sorry. I was only kidding. I’d love the drink. Thank you.”

You pull it from his slackened grip as he relaxes before blowing out a breath. “That was not nice,” he chuckles with a wag of his finger.

You giggle coyly before you both turn at the sound of a woman calling across the pool, “Peter! Your shift started five minutes ago! Get your ass over here!”

You eye the athletic woman in a red suit, a whistle around her neck and a rescue buoy tucked under her arm.

“Uh – shit, I gotta go. Enjoy your drink,” he says as he rushes off to take over for the woman impatiently waiting with her hand on her hip.

You laugh in surprise as he apologizes and climbs atop the raised lifeguard seat across the pool. Well, that’s an interesting development. You take a sip of the fruity concoction and let out an appreciative moan. Okay, that’s delicious, the guy knows his drinks.

Taking a chance, you glance over at him perched on his tower and notice him watching you. You raise the drink in a salute and place it on the side table before going back to your book, stealing glances over the pages every other paragraph.

Often you find him watching you with matched interest until finally you realize you’ve read the same page about a dozen times. Back aching from the stiff seat, you decide to stow the book in your bag and tuck it under the chair as the heat brings a soft glisten to your brow. Maybe a dip in the pool is just what you need, besides it’s only polite to give him something to ogle after your free drink.

You stretch as you stand, smirking in victory when you feel his eyes on you. It’s a short walk to the water slide you spotted when you first got here. You climb the steps, and glance over at him to see if he’s still watching you and he quickly looks away, shifting in his seat.

He turns back to you and you pretend not to notice as you adjust the bikini bottoms, the tie coming a little loose as you do. You squat down slowly and let your feet dangle in the running water. You look up and meet his eye with a smirk before pushing off down the slide.

The rushing water carries you down the short bumpy plastic tube and you squeal in delight until you land with a loud splash in the pool below. The water is cool and refreshing, relief washing over you as you break the choppy surface. You smooth your hair away from your face and blink the water from your eyes.

Peter leans forward, elbows on his knees as he watches you with intense focus. You giggle at his salacious smirk and he tilts his head as you start to wade closer toward him across the pool.

“Oh my god! Tammy, look! Is that someone’s swimsuit?!”

You turn at the sound of the squealing teen voices and glance over your shoulder where, sure enough, your swimsuit bottoms dangle from a crease in the slide. How the hell did you not notice that? You duck further under the water to hide your embarrassed panicking expression and quickly swim to one of the little darkened alcoves.

The girls shrill dramatics carry across the pool while you huddle stranded out of sight, unable to escape their mocking accusations.

“Ew, I can’t believe someone just left that there.”

“What a skank.”

“Can you imagine being that desperate for attention?”

“Probably trying to get the hot lifeguard to notice them.”

“Yeah, but if she had to take off her clothes it means she’s probably ugly.”

Their derisive laughter fills your head. Part of you can’t believe you are hiding from a group of teenaged bullies, but the other part of you has no desire for this accident to ruin your entire vacation. It’s only the first day for Christ’s sake!

“I guess I finally have a reason to go talk to him.”

You watch as the young girl, likely no older than fifteen or sixteen, struts around the side of the pool toward Peter’s chair. She just out her hip as she leans against the ladder and talks to him. They are too far to hear but you groan at the way he glances over at you mid-conversation.

God, this is so embarrassing. Though, what do you expect? You are only delaying the inevitable by hiding. The way you see it you have two options. You could try to make a run for your towel, but with the dozens of people in and around the pool it’s very unlikely you’ll make it unnoticed. Or you wait for Peter to collect your suit and bring it to you, where you will suffer the shame of having to put them back on under his close inspection. Either way, you don’t see this ending well.

“Back up, ladies,” Peter instructs the teens before climbing down the rocks along the side of the slide.

They giggle quietly as they watch him descend the jagged hill with ease and lean over the edge of the slide where he plucks your bottoms from its soggy display. You cringe as he holds them over his head in victory and they all cheer. He climbs back up and waves them back toward the slide before walking back around the pool.

He meets your eye as he strolls casually along the cement while you cling to the side, hiding your face. But instead of continuing around the pool to where you are, he stops at his chair and climbs back up the ladder. Your jaw drops as you watch him fondle the bikini bottoms in his lap then look up at you through his lashes with a mischievous smirk on his face before shoving them into his pocket.

What the fuck.

You sit there stunned as the rest of the guests play in the pool or lounge in the sun completely unaware of your silent standoff with the hot lifeguard. Is he really going to keep them? And why does that turn you on? Maybe he’s just teasing you and waiting for the teenagers to forget before he gives them back? That would be sweet of him, and he does seem the type.

What feels like hours pass and you manage to skate by unnoticed. There are a few close calls where people swim close enough to see, but you curl your legs up enough to hide. Finally, your heart leaps as another guy in red board shorts nears the chair and Peter climbs down. They talk briefly and Peter hands off the buoy before waving goodbye.

Your pulse quickens as he turns away and nears the rack of towels for guests. Please, say he hasn’t forgotten. He couldn’t have. He grabs a large white towel and tosses it over his shoulder before turning on his heel to walk toward you. He beelines straight for you, eyes never leaving yours as his amused smirk grows into a full on gloating grin.

“Hey,” he says cooly as he steps into the shade of the same palm hiding you.

“Hi,” you deadpan, annoyed by his obvious enjoyment of your suffering.

“I have something for you,” he teases.

“I know,” you reply, clenching your jaw to fight the smile.

His eyes sparkle with mirth as he pulls the towel from his shoulder and drops it onto the stone beside the pool. You look from the towel back up to him expectantly, quirking a brow. His cheeks dimple with his wide smile, tongue wetting the corner of his lip as he lets out a little chuckle.

“Well, I’ll see ya,” he says and turns to leave.

“What?” You puff in surprise.

He pauses and looks over his shoulder, “hm? Is there something else I can get you?”

“Peter!” You whisper yell, nervously looking around. “Come on, give them back.”

“Give what back?” He teases. “Oh,” he fishes your bikini bottoms from his pocket, “you mean… this? Are these yours?”

He lets them dangle from his index finger and laughs at the way your face pinches in anger and embarrassment. “Peter,” you warn.

“I’m afraid these are mine now,” he delicately grips the strings and holds them up, biting his lip as he openly appraises them.

You look around to make sure those teenage girls aren’t around watching, while he proudly holds them out in front of him.

“Okay, okay. You’ve had your fun. Now give them back.”

He chuckles lowly and, to your horror, brushes them across his nose and mouth, “mmm. Sorry, but…finders keepers.”

With one last laugh and a shrug he shoves them in his pocket. He subtly adjusts the bulge in his pants before walking away, purposely ignoring your hushed desperate pleas.

“Fucker,” you growl as you grab the towel and follow the wall to the set of stairs nearby.

You drag the towel into the water and quickly wrap it around your waist as you exit the pool. The towel clings heavily to your skin, water dripping down your legs as you pad across the cement. Thankfully, your bag remains untouched, still tucked safely under the lounger. You pull out the sarong from your bag and replace the wet towel discretely before heading back to your room.

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“You sure you won’t come down to the pool with us?” Your mom frowns as you snuggle further into your blankets watching tv.

“No, I’m not feeling the pool today,” you shrug casually as you flip through the channels.

“That’s what you’ve said for the past two days,” your dad huffs as he pokes his head over your moms shoulder. “If you wanted a vacation of laying around in bed I would have just left you at home.”

You mom raises a brow at him, “maybe she’s just embarrassed to be seen with you, hm?”

He slaps his hand to his chest in shock, “I’m the coolest one in this family. You two are just jealous you don’t have my moves.” He proceeds to roll his belly, sucking his beer gut in and out in a faux belly-dance while flexing his thick hairy arms.

Your mom watches and bites her lip to keep from laughing while you giggle at his antics. “Yeah, definitely good here. I might go on a hike or something in a bit, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay, honey. Be safe,” your mom says as she elbows your dancing father out of the way.

She closes the door and you are left on your own. With a sigh, you get up and tiptoe to the balcony like you’ve done repeatedly for the past two days you’ve spent hiding in your room. Somehow, you have the perfect view of the large pool and water slide, which only makes you wonder if other people witnessed your humiliation from here. The thought is enough to keep you from any more trips to the pool.

Instead you’ve spent your time sleeping in, reading in your room, ordering room service and exploring the grounds. There is a lovely garden, a remarkable gym, and even a large Rec room with all sorts of games. Today, however, you decide to reserve a time at the spa and treat yourself to the complimentary massage. Maybe it will help you relax and enjoy yourself again.

The spa is chic and designed with care. Each room has a unique but subtle theme designed to calm, relax and reinvigorate you. First, you are led to a quiet dressing room with a private shower for you to clean off before your massage. While you are waiting for your masseuse you have access to the steam room and whirlpool, as well as complimentary refreshments.

You let go of your troubles, focusing on relaxing your muscles and listening to the soft eastern melody humming through the hidden speakers. The cold lemon ice water helps cool your head in the steam filled room until an attendant comes to fetch you.

“This way, Miss,” the woman ushers you toward a glass door at the end of the hall.

The salty ocean breeze fills your nose as you step out on the beautiful patio. On your left is the rocky cliff looking over the endless blue horizon and on your right is the lush resort grounds.

“This is beautiful,” you gape as you are led to the massage table in the center of the patio.

“Go ahead and lay on your stomach, your masseuse will be with you in a moment.”

The massage table is uncomfortable at first but when your masseuse, Ned, comes in all your worries melt away. He’s sweet and friendly, quickly putting you at ease before he gets started. Your tension is all but forgotten as his soft hands work into your muscles until you are limp and moaning softly on the table.

“God, I hope they pay you well for this,” you groan as he reaches your lower back, careful not to dip too close to the towel.

He chuckles, “they do. But I also just like helping people feel better.”

“Well mission accomplished, Ned,” you reply, trying to sneakily wipe away the drool forming at the corner of your mouth.

By the end of the hour you feel significantly less tense. You thank Ned as he opens the door for you and walks you back to your changing room. Just as you reach your door you hear a familiar voice from down the hall.

“Ned! It’s time, let’s go!” Peter whisper yells from around the corner but stops when he sees you.

Your eyes go wide and you clutch the towel around your front, suddenly painfully aware of your nudity beneath. Ned tries to hush Peter and wave him away but Peter ignores him and smirks.

“Hey, bikini girl! I’ve been wondering where you’ve been hiding from me,” Peter flirts as he drinks you in.

“Ugh,” you grunt as you push through the door and into your room. “Thanks again Ned, you were great.” You smile politely before you shut the door, determined to wait inside until you’re certain they are both gone.

After another fifteen minutes in the whirlpool and an indulgently long shower you finally decide to dress and search for your parents. Maybe it’s the massage or maybe it’s the spite brewing in your stomach since Peter accused you of hiding – which is true, but still - you hold your head high as you walk along the outside of the pool in search of your parents.

They aren’t at the large main pool or the busy children’s area so you continue on along the leafy path to the smaller adults-only pool with the swim up bar. The pool is surrounded by palms and ferns giving it a more private ambiance, but more noticeably it is packed with people.

Every seat is taken and dozens of people lounge about on pool floats as they drunkenly cheer on a pair of women singing on a small stage across the water. The crowd is mostly older couples with a few large parties of adults gathering for what appears to be “boozy karaoke night”.

Cat calls ring throughout the ladies performance, though they hardly look bothered by it. The drunken crowd joins in singing off beat and out of tune, some even with the wrong lyrics. It’s clear the point here is unapologetic fun. So, naturally, you find your parents waiting beside the stage for their turn to perform.

You smile as you take it all in, letting the merriment infect you. You keep your head down as you make your way toward the bar for a drink and a shadowy place to witness your parents humiliation.

“Hey, can I get one of those strawberry daiquiris please?” You ask the older gentleman behind the bar.

“Bikini girl,” Peter sings with glee from further down the bar as he slides a pair of shots across the counter to a pair of tipsy honeymooners. “So, now you’re stalking me?”

He switches sides of the bar with the older man and finishes making your daiquiri. He slides the glass across the counter and you go to grab it without saying a word. How is he even here?

“What is it? Surprised to see me?” He prods, keeping hold of the glass as he tries to catch your eye.

“I guess I just didn’t expect you to take a job that requires a shirt,” you sass and pull the drink free.

“Well if you want I could lose some clothes for you … I mean you did it for me. It’s only fair,” he smirks, eyes flicking down to your hips.

You walked right into that one. “Gotta go. Thanks for the drink.”

You find a free seat near where you came in and get comfortable right as your parents song begins to play. The funky 80s beat echoes around the pool, most cheering instantly in recognition as ‘Kiss’ by Prince starts to play.

Sipping on your sweet frozen drink, your shoulders start to sway to their sloppy rendition. Despite being several drinks deep they are surprisingly endearing as they serenade the other, arms loosely wrapped around each other to keep themselves standing. Forgetting their audience, they get lost in the words they’ve sang to each other for years now. You clap and cheer with the rest of the crowd as they exit the stage by jumping into the pool, hand in hand.

“Gonna be hard to beat that.”

“Jesus! You scared me,” you startle at Peters voice in your ear, scolding him before turning back to the stage.

“So what’s it gonna be, duet or solo?” Peter asks, crouching awkwardly beside your chair. His legs spread wide, shorts hiked up to reveal the tantalizing tan line along his lean thighs - not that you notice.

“There is no way I’m going up there,” you deadpan.

“Aw, come on. Let loose. Have fun. Take your top off, whatever you want,” he laughs at your outraged expression.

“Fuck you, Peter. I don’t just get naked for fun. What happened the other day was an accident and it was humiliating enough without you constantly bringing it up.” You stand suddenly and try to walk away but his next sentence stops you.

“So you don’t want to know how many times I’ve gotten off to the thought of you?”

Your face grows hot as your feet cement to the floor. You don’t know what to say. Are you angry? Flattered? Disgusted? Possibly all three.

“You’re all I’ve thought about since I first saw you,” he whispers at your back, hot breath tickling your shoulder. “I know you’ve thought about me… or else you wouldn’t be trying so hard to avoid me.”

You swallow thickly, “I’m not!” Your voice cracks unconvincingly. “I – I should go.”

“Meet me back here tonight when the pool closes.”

“Why?” You breathe as he steps close enough to brush lightly against your shoulder blades.

“Fun?” He flirts and runs a finger up your arm. The soft, feather-like touch makes your breath hitch and goosebumps spread across your skin.

The sensation lights up your whole body, you want to moan as your eyes slip closed, but you hold it in with a bite to your lip. The crowd of people seem to disappear as you long for him to continue, each of your nerves aching to erupt.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” you manage weakly.

“Only if you let me.”

His hand continues up your arm and across your shoulder. You shudder out a moan as he tickles that spot where your neck and shoulder meets.

“Mmm,” he hums happily. “Sensitive too. You really are perfect, bikini girl.”

Leaning in, he places the softest, gentlest kiss to that exact spot and your knees threaten to buckle. Your core tightens and you feel just on the verge of saying something really stupid.

You imagine turning around and kissing him, grabbing his hand and dragging him back up to your room. The impulse is there, no doubt he would follow, but before you can do anything the moment is broken.

“Hey honey! Oooh, whose your friend?!”

Your moms voice is like a bucket of ice, instantly snapping you out of your hormonal stupor. You practically leap away from Peter, stammering stupidly as you watch your mom stumble toward you.

“Oh – uh – this is … um.” Its as though all the blood has left your brain as you look helplessly between Peters cocky smirk and your moms knowing grin.

Peter turns to your mom with a hand out, “hi, I’m Peter. I work here. I saw your performance and can I just say, I’m a big fan.” He’s cool, confident and she smiles broadly as she shakes his hand.

“Well, aren’t you a sweet talker,” she laughs and taps his nose with her finger, or tries to, before turning to you. “I hate to get in the middle of whatever this is,” she winks, “but your dad and I got a wee bit drunk and I think we’re going to go to bed early. Not that you need us to entertain you it seems...”

“Mom,” you say pointedly before she has a chance to embarrass you further. “I’ll be fine. I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast.”

She leans on you heavily and kisses your cheek before calling for your dad who jumps up from a lounger not far away. You mother catches him with a laugh as he trips and together they walk down the path.

“Have fun and be safe you two!” Your mom calls over her shoulder before she rounds the corner.

“Oh god,” you groan into your hands.

“Your parents seem cool,” Peter chuckles. “I – uh – have to get back to the bar, but I’ll see you tonight. Yeah?”

You see the older bartender glaring over at the pair of you as he tries to handle his increasingly needy customers. Peters big soft brown eyes never leave yours as you nervously bite your lip.

“I’ll… think about it.”

He blows out a breath and shakes his head with a half smile. “You’re killin’ me, bikini girl.”

—

You follow the dim trail of lights hidden among the soft green ferns bordering the pool. It’s quiet and deserted, most of the patrons inside attending the big “rave night”. The stars glitter above the dull tower of hotel rooms as the warm summer breeze rustles the short skirt of your skimpy bathing suit cover.

Maybe you overdid it, he’s probably going to think you’re desperate with how much time you spent dolling yourself up. Hopefully the darkness will keep him from realizing just how desperate he’s made you.

“This is so stupid,” you mutter to yourself as you round the corner and spot the adult pool beyond the dark tunnel of trees.

You swallow the last of your nerves and square your shoulders as you near the pool, scanning the sides for your date. But all is dark and still, no sign of him or anyone.

Suddenly, there’s a tickle on your hip and something pulls you firmly back into a wall of warmth. You gasp as the force knocks the wind out of you, but before you can say anything Peter’s hand locks tightly over your mouth and chin.

“Well well well,” Peter chuckles into your ear. “What do we have here.”

Your hands instinctively reach for his own and pull. The panicked side of you expects him to resist, but he lets you toss his hands away with a loud laugh and a quick apology.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

You huff softly and straighten your outfit, trying to pass off your flustered state for indignation. “That wasn’t funny.”

He tempers his grin, “you’re right. I’m sorry.” As soon as you relax he takes a cautious step toward you. “I just saw you standing there…in the dark… looking so vulnerable… all alone… and something came over me.”

You gulp and fidget nervously the closer he gets until he’s standing barely an inch away, his breath on your cheeks.

“I can’t seem to control myself when you’re around,” he admits, eyes dropping down your figure. “It’s never felt this intense before… like I might explode if I don’t touch you.”

Your mouth falls open at his words. Inside your head is screaming for him to put his hands on you, your body subconsciously leaning in as your hands begin to shake. Your hungry eyes meet his and you let out a breathy, “yes.”

It’s all you can offer with how fuzzy he has made you after hours of anticipation and it’s all the consent he needs. Immediately, his hands are on the sides of your face, pulling you in for a hot desperate kiss. You moan into each other in relief, dizzy at the taste of his breath-mint fresh tongue sliding between your lips.

Your bones turn to jelly, skin scalding in the wake of his touch. His hands are everywhere, tickling down your arms, across the small of your back. Through the thin fabric his nails dig into the tender flesh of your ass as he gropes you in delight.

Your breast press into his chest and your arms wrap around his torso, sliding up and down the taut muscular landscape of his back. There is not a single inch of him that isn’t perfectly sculpted, and honestly it’s a little intimidating.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he pants against your jaw and down your neck, suckling and nipping gently on the way to your chest. “Take this off and let’s get in the pool,” he orders, as he tugs at the material hiding your chest.

“Okay,” you agree, brain turned off as your pussy takes over.

You toss your clothes aside and he takes your hand, leading you to the edge of the pool. His fingers slip free of yours as he hops down the steps and dunks under the surface. He pops up and watches you gingerly dip your toes in and take one step at a time. Your confidence grows as he stands up taller in the water, his eyes unblinking as he ogles you. You slow down even more, getting a kick out of his growing restlessness.

“You’re trying to torture me aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” you flirt, shrugging innocently.

“Well two can play at that game,” he growls and quickly swims closer, catching you just as the water reaches your thighs.

You giggle in surprise as he lifts you and plops you on the side of the pool, ass on the corner edge as your feet dip below the surface. “I thought I was getting in.”

“Not yet,” he tuts and grips your knees. Your breath hitches as he moves his hands up the outside of your thighs and tugs on the sides of your bikini. You hesitantly lift your ass, allowing him to pull them down your legs. “Don’t worry, I’ll give these ones back,” he winks as he sets them beside you on the stone, “…maybe.”

The vulnerable position and the twinkle in his eye are the only warning you get before he dives between your legs. He grunts and pulls your closer to the edge. You lean back to keep yourself from falling in as he wraps his arms around to cradle your thighs.

“Shit, Peter,” you exclaim as he instantly finds your clit, giving it a sloppy suck before running his tongue up and down your slit.

He moans loudly as he taste the arousal dripping from your entrance. “So perfect for me baby.”

He dives back in and your arms shake as they try to keep you from collapsing. It doesn’t take long before his fingers slide beneath his chin and slowly prod at your entrance. Suckling your clit, he scissors his fingers to stretch you wider for him.

“Oh my god,” you moan.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos. “Louder for me. I want you to moan for me like you did for Ned.”

You frown at the unexpected bitterness in his voice, but find yourself clenching at the way his jealous rage turns him a bit more rough.

“Oh yeah, he told me all about those pretty noises you make. You got him hard did you know that?”

Your moans get louder as his fingers thrust back and forth rapidly and you writhe in pleasure, orgasm nearing closer and closer.

“But he’s not the one that gets to see you come is he?” He growls. “Is he?!”

“No,” you whimper.

“That’s right. Because you’re mine.” He chuckles before landing a little slap to your inner thigh. It’s gentle, but unexpected and stings enough to make you clench. You moan at the way the light pain heightens your senses, increasing the pleasure. “Say it.”

You murmur as you look down at the serious glare in his eye. “I’m – I’m…”

He slaps you again, the fingers inside you curling up and making you spasm in delight. You need to come, you need him to keep going.

“Say it!”

“I’m yours! I’m yours! Please!” You beg and he smirks.

He watches you through his lashes as he circles his tongue rapidly around your clit and he fucks you hard with his fingers until you cry out in bliss. You go limp on the side of the pool as Peter places soft kisses to your inner thighs and shakes them gently to gain your attention.

“Ok, now you can come in the pool and we can get started.”

“Get started?!” you laugh and look down at him as you pant through the high of your comedown. “I knew you’d be trouble.”

He chuckles darkly as he starts tugging you into the pool by your legs, “we’ve barely even started, baby.”

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[sorcharavenlock]

34. Sulani is a magical place...

Loki is gone for a long time.

"Has anyone seen Loki?" Nea asks.

"He'll be back," I say. I know he can't have gone far, he is still bound to me. I'm sure he'll come back when he gets hungry.

We order burgers.

Look at that tan on Kitty!

Afterwards, Kitty, Peter and Nea have a water balloon fight. Kitty doesn't kid around, look at the way she's aiming that balloon!

Loki and Fenrir return.

"I ordered you a burger," it's my way of saying sorry.

We watch the others play in the water for a while.

"Why won't you go in the water? Can you not swim?" Loki asked curiously.

"I can, I just don't want to," I admit.

"But why?"

"I don't want people to see me in my bikini, okay?" I blurt out.

Loki eyes me for a moment, then nods.

"Follow me," he says.

Loki leads me to a waterfall.

"See, there's nobody here. It's just you and me. You can swim here all you like!"

I don't know how to explain I don't want Loki to see me in my bikini either.

"Come on, there's no one here. the locals and tourists seem to avoid it."

I look away. Loki's jaw sets, I can see him getting tense.

"It's not about you, it's about me! I don't want you to see me like that. It isn't pretty."

"Wait, is this about one of your silly Midgardian beauty standards? Do you truly believe I am that shallow? Don't you know how beautiful you are?"

"No, I'm not," I mutter.

"You are to me," he whispers softly.

For a moment it looks like he's about to kiss me.

Instead, he runs into the water.

"Last one in has to do dishes for a month," he cackles gleefully.

There is no one else around. Loki is right, the water is lovely and we are all alone.

Shyly, I wade into the water. I know Loki has been trying so hard to trust me. Maybe it's time I trust him.

"You are truly very beautiful," Loki whispers again.

We stay in the water together for a long time, not noticing the sun setting behind us.

"You know that I can't promise you anything more than this, don't you?" Loki asks finally. "Until I return to life, this is all we can have. That is if I ever return back to life."

"I don't care. If this is all we can ever have, that is enough for me. I'd rather spend a lifetime with you like this than be without you again," I say honestly.

It is getting dark but neither of us wants to leave. Finally, we have to let go.

"Hey look at my hand!" I say in surprise. "It cut my finger yesterday, but now it's all healed up!"

"And?" Loki asks in confusion.

"I don't heal that quickly, it was a deep cut! Maybe these are the healing waters!"

"if they are, they did nothing for me," Loki says sadly. "Perhaps one needs a body for the water to work."

We had been in the water for a long time and Loki is still as see-through as before.

I collect some water in a bucket anyway.

"it might come in handy, you never know."

We put our clothes back on.

"We'll find a way, we're not giving up," I promise.

We share one last kiss.

The others have long gone back to the cabins. We walk back over the now empty beach.

"Well, I suppose this is where we say good night," Loki caresses my cheek gently.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I say as I kiss him goodnight.

Back in my cabin, I can't fall asleep. He kissed me! He really kissed me!

I can't help but wonder if Loki is struggling to fall asleep as well...

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

OHSHC and the kind of cafe/restaurant the members would run 

Mori: An animal cafe - “what kind of animal?” “Yes” (seriously, what else could he possible want?) He would go all out on having each drink and special pastry treat in the shape of an animal with a cute little name. You’re telling me there’s NOT going to be a lemon cookie called “Lizzy’s Lemon” that’s name after a lizard? (Fun fact: Mori had a pen in hand, about to sign a contract, when he realized that Rainforest Cafe doesn’t actually have live animals. :( He tore up the contract and used it as bedding for his chickens.)

Hikaru:  One of those Karen cafes where the wait staff yells at the customers. He gets adored to be a menace in the host club, so obviously he’s going to love being paid to be a menace at a restaurant. And the worst they are, the better the ratings? Hell yeah.

Tamaki: ... okay, a French bakery, no duh, but if everyone pushed back and wanted him to think outside the box... what would he do? What matters most to him? What was something he always craved and had to fight to achieve for? A family. And when is a popular time where an entire family can get together, talk about their day, share stories, and bond? Meal times. Tamaki would want a restaurant, with a new type of cuisine every three months. It’s French food, then Japanese, Italian, Mexican, etc. There are no TV’s in this restaurant, because Tamaki wants families to sit together and enjoy the company of those around them. It is a popular location for little kid birthday parties, old grandparent birthday parties, and a nostalgic get together location for friends who haven’t seen each other in many years. He takes “when you eat with us, you’re family” to a whole other level.

Honey: Am I going to take the obvious way out again and say a sweets shop? Absolutely. But his sweets shop is of the “build your own” variety. You choose the type of cake, an option of frosting colors and flavors, and then you get little bowls of all sorts of candies and treats and ways to decorate your cake. There’s also boba, and boba plus all the cake? You’re more likely to fall asleep at the mattress store next door than actually make it home.

Haruhi: When/if you were a student, was there ever a restaurant/cafe you loved to study at? Haruhi is very pro “a quiet place to study” and food that tastes like a loved one made it. The food Haruhi’s restaurant sells might not be the fanciest food in the world, but it is good food, it’s the kind of food that warms your entire body and leaves you content and at peace. It’s affordable, large portions, and the tables are the perfect size for textbooks and laptops. You do need to take a study break when eating, because breaks are important, but due to the “library rules: shhhhhhhhh” sign on the front door, this is the perfect place to get some major work done and still be well fed. 

Kaoru: Ngl, I’m struggling here. I could see him running a fine dining, ball gowns, champagne, fancy tea, aristocracy inspired restaurant... and then I could also see him running a food truck with a friend, and serving whatever kind of food he is interested at the time. He travels all across Japan, meeting new people, experiencing life on his own, growing independently of his brother and family, getting into trouble, figuring out how to get back out, swimming in waterfalls, hiking through mountains, serving cold noodles and warm alcohol, breathing fresh air, and realizing that even though he’s traveled all around the world, there is always more to explore.

Kyoya: Kyoya isn’t interested in running a restaurant. He doesn’t want to deal with Donald’s fries being crispy when he asked for extra crispy. He is interested though in owning restaurants. You could make a drinking game and be plastered in minutes walking downtown if you took a shot, or even just a goddamn sip for every restaurant you passed by that he owns. From the fastest of foods to the most obnoxiously bougie of restaurants, he owns, or at least partially owns, a vast majority of them.

Bonus:

Renge: A Maid/Butler cafe. She almost went with a strict anime cafe, but then she couldn’t decide on which anime. But then a lightbulb - “why not both?” If she does a maid cafe, she can do all the themes, thus Renge’s Rainbow Girls Maid Cafe was born.