sipping cocktails on the beach

the beach au

suggested by my good pal @nerdyknows! (also huge thanks to @actualasamisato for helping with the language discrepancies). this one’s a personal favourite.

  • the whole overwatch team’s gathered in an italian beach house for a three-day vacation, ordered by jack ‘dad’ morrison. unfortunately, italian summers are not for the faint of heart, and daytime finds angela ‘mercy’ ziegler laying on top of the air conditioner, with three fans pointed directly at her prone body.
  • ‘i’m glad i’m a robot who can’t feel heat,’ genji says cheerfully as he walks by.
  • ‘fuck off, you ugly green roomba,’ angela mumbles into the air vent. he chuckles.
  • ‘you shouldn’t aggravate your healer in such a manner, genji,’ comes a serene voice. zenyatta floats by; he takes a look at angela and whirrs in empathy, turning his orbs into a large, spinning fan. she lets out a vague sound of thanks.
  • ‘habibti,’ comes the mellow tone of a wonderful voice. fareeha amari steps into view, leaning over angela to peer down at her with an amused expression.
  • ‘you’re upside down,’ angela says.
  • ‘i am indeed,’ she responds, mouth quirking. ‘is the heat treating you badly?’
  • angela groans, burrows further into the lovely cold of the air conditioner. ‘i miss switzerland.’
  • fareeha laughs. ‘how about this? you come to the beach. the ocean’s colder than the air conditioner.’
  • angela gives her a thoughtful glance. ‘okay. i’ll take you up on that. but only,’ and she holds out a finger, ‘if you buy me a litre of ice cream. ja?’
  • ‘understood,’ fareeha says with a grin, and disappears to spread the word.
  • zenyatta makes a curious sound from where he floats above her. ‘i did not know that overwatch allowed patient-doctor relationships.’
  • angela falls off the air vent.
  • ‘we’re not in a relationship!’ she splutters after she ceases choking on her own tongue.
  • zenyatta, the lovely soul, makes a vague sound of understanding. ‘ah. i am sorry for mistaking it. you and captain amari act like you are romantically attached sometimes, and i apologise if i have offended you through coming to this conclusion.’
  • ‘no, you’re alright, zenny,’ angela says, clambering up to reinstate herself on the air vent. ‘i have… considered it, before. but i want her to be happy.’
  • ‘perhaps you should consider that you make her happy,’ zenyatta says, and angela turns over to look at him. ‘but anyways, it is nearly time to go to the beach.’
  • angela sighs, jumps off the air conditioner, and goes to dig out her bathing suit.
  • the team reconvenes at the beach ten minutes later. angela notes, with almost zero surprise, that the varying members of talon have arrived on the scene. 
  • lena is firmly latched to a desperately trying-to-escape widowmaker, talking a mile a minute. she catches angela’s eyes and mouths ‘help’. angela just grins at her and shoots her a thumbs up. sombra’s sipping a cocktail by the beach. her purple bikini matches her implants. akande has detached his gauntlet for the occasion, and is wearing bright gold swimming trunks. he’s holding a large mai tai, tiny umbrella and all. even reaper is there, floating grumpily over the ocean as jack tries to splash him from below.
  • angela surveys the scene, scanning for the other overwatch members. mccree is swimming happily about, and hanzo’s two dragons are frolicking with genji’s dragon in the waves. as angela watches, a blue dragon detaches itself from a game of play wrestling and wanders gracefully over to curl around mccree’s shoulders. he pets it, treading water. he’s not wearing his hat, thank god.
  • genji and hanzo are chatting on the sand, zenyatta floating a few inches above the sand. lucio’s blasting something from a speaker, and hana’s dancing along to it. she hops down to sombra and drags her out of her magazine. sombra protests a little, laughing, sunglasses falling half off her face, but she gives in, and as they go back up to lucio’s dj booth, sombra tugs a smiling satya up into their dancing circle.
  • zarya and mei are far out in the ocean, but angela can see them laughing. mei freezes a little iceberg for her blaster to sit on. bastion’s there as well, ganymede chirping and resting on its shoulder.
  • torbjorn’s tinkering with a few tiny machines that angela thinks are harmless. probably. winston’s setting up a net to play beach volleyball, and lena tugs an unwilling amelie into joining a team. the junkers are there, too. mako lets out a grunt and splashes in, still wearing his mask. he sends a wave of water flying into reaper. jack takes the opportunity to tug him into the ocean, and he surfaces soaking wet and snarling.
  • reinhardt charges in, wearing thor-themed swimming trunks (he bought them because he liked the hammer design), and jumps in, sending up an enormous splash. ana’s lying on the beach, sunbathing, and flicks up her sunglasses to give reinhardt a grin.
  • speaking of amaris- angela cranes her neck around, trying to see-
  • ‘angela! guess who got put on lifeguard duty?’ fareeha appears in her line of vision, and angela nearly faints.
  • she’s wearing a blue overwatch jacket with the sleeves rolled up, ‘amari’ written across the back in bold gold letters. under that, she’s not wearing much at all. just a black sports bra and a pair of red swimming shorts. angela can see every line of definition on her abs. she thinks she might be hyperventilating.
  • ‘angela? are you alright? is it the heat?’ fareeha hovers in front of her, looking concerned.
  • ‘it’s- yeah-’ angela chokes. ‘it’s, uh, the heat. but i’m alright.’
  • ‘if you’re sure,’ fareeha says with a doubtful expression. then it morphs into a breathtaking smile, and she reaches for angela’s wrist, tugging her into the cool water.
  • she splashes angela once they’re waist deep, and angela yelps, chasing her through the waves. she grabs fareeha’s head and tugs her underwater, and they come up with matching grins and gleeful smiles.
  • they clamber out after an hour or so, and team up for an ultra-aggressive game of volleyball. the ball has barely even left winston’s hands when gabe leaps up and smacks it hard. tracer blinks forward, returning it, and it starts an epic war, all recorded on hana’s livestream.
  • afterwards, angela slumps down on the sand, burying her cheek in the warmth of it. a shadow falls over her, and she looks up to see fareeha, grinning down at her. she’s shed the jacket, leaving her in just a sports bra and shorts.
  • ‘come on, sleepyhead,’ fareeha teases. ‘i promised you ice cream.’
  • angela reaches out a lazy hand, and fareeha takes pity on her, crouching down and scooping her up, bridal style. angela nearly faints then and there, and fareeha shifts her around for a moment before transferring her to a piggyback.
  • ‘hey, jesse!’ she shouts, wearing that wonderful competitive smirk. ‘race you to the ice cream? i’m handicapped, but you’re still going to lose.’
  • ‘oh, it’s on,’ jesse drawls, and then runs off. fareeha laughs, and then sprints after him. she overtakes him at the last second, and turns around to stick her tongue out at him, setting angela down. angela’s still a little red-faced (she spent the whole way here practically groping fareeha and she’s in a mild state of shock).
  • ‘i want caramel,’ fareeha declares, turning to angela. ‘you?’
  • angela studies the gelato. ‘i’ll try the sorbetto alla fragola, please.’
  • fareeha grins, producing a wallet out of nowhere. she hands angela her cone with a sweeping gesture, bowing.
  • ‘thank you,’ angela giggles. the man running the gelato store gives them a secret smile.
  • ‘enjoy your holiday, la mia signorina. i have heard many foreigners think italy is very romantic.’
  • angela waits for fareeha to deny it. instead, she just grins. ‘it is, isn’t it?’
  • and then she takes her cone and tugs angela away.
  • they walk until they reach a little stone bridge, and angela lets out a sound of delight, hopping up to sit on the edge. fareeha smiles at her, eyes crinkling. she shuffles a little closer, and angela is caught by how striking fareeha’s eye of horus is, flowing from her dark eyes.
  • ‘i like italy,’ she says, looking for something to say. fareeha huffs out a laugh.
  • ‘angela,’ she says, ‘may i kiss you?’
  • angela’s eyes go wide as saucers, and then she nods frantically.
  • and when they finally kiss, fareeha tastes like chocolate, and she tastes like coming home.
Imagine:

Going on your very first trip with your sugar daddy, Bill. He takes you to an oceanfront villa in the Maldives, where you spend the week lounging, walking and sipping cocktails on the beach by day to having heated, passionate sex by night. By the end of the trip, you’re sad to being going home, as you’ve grown used to and become fond of living with Bill. You can hardly look him in the eye once you’re back at the airport and he notices this immediately, going on to ask you what’s wrong. You assure him that you’re fine and he reluctantly allows you to leave. However, his worries only grow when you don’t come to his house for your weekly Friday Night together. He waits at your house the next day and when you return home from work, his questions begin. You confess that you want more, leaving him in awe. 

other girls on here: leaving mad and angry itunes reviews on star wars movies as radical praxis, “Don’t follow me if you’re ronald mcdonald too…”, being VERY afraid of silly things like forehead wrinkles, abandoning all conceivable morals and integrities in the name of Notes

me on here: sipping a cool, frothy windex cocktail on the beach, relaxing and inventing politics

and this would totally be on Grimmy’s instagram :D with a funny caption.

Oh, my god.

Stop.

The three of them are completely inseparable, despite being surrounded by their closest friends from London, during the days of their holiday in Mauritius. Sipping cocktails on the beach, pushing each other in the sea, chatting idly when everyone else has gone to grab food, splashing each other, burying their feet in the sand, smearing cocks and tits on each other’s backs when they’ve used too much sun-cream, and they’re always exploring areas to take the best Instagram photos. And both of her favourite boys are in her candid shots, and in her photography shots, for her blog and for her Instagram feed. Squeezing in the time together before Harry took her out for the evening, to spend time with her, and to have her all to himself - because, as much as he loves that his wife has a bond with his best friend, he’s still a little jealous over the time they spend together.

Her eyes are hidden by her sunglasses, and she’s been still for the last half an hour, allowing Harry and Nick to drink in the silence, thinking she’s taking a nap. But she startles them when she sits up, rather quickly, a smirk on her face.

“Hey, you know those really cheesy romance movies when the couples are on the beach and they run towards one another?” She wonders, a faint blush on her cheeks as she looks towards Harry with a grin, “can we try that?”

“You want us to try and reenact a movie scene?”

“Yeah. You’re a big-shot actor in Hollywood now,” she nudges his ankle with her toe and giggles when Nick stretches his foot across, “this could be your next audition tape. Audition for a romance movie and you can send it in.”

“We’ll be heading back up to the hotel in a minute. Why don’t we do it tomorrow?”

“The lighting won’t be as great tomorrow,” she frowns, reaching for his hand and tugging on it, using it to hoist herself up, standing before him as the sun beat down upon your skin, “c’mon. We can get Nicholas to film it and-”

“Nicholas?” Grimmy scoffs and rolls his eyes, “please, don’t go there. I won’t hesitate to drown you in the sea.”

She grins widely and cheekily before turning her attention back to Harry. Standing between his bent knees and running her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with her fingers. His hands cupping the backs of her knees as his thumbs brushed the skin of her thighs.

“If we do it now, we’ll go back to the room, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know you want a nap,” she wiggles her fingers before him and tugs him to his feet when he gladly slips his fingers through hers, pulling himself up and towering over her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “just the once.”

“Just once.”

“Just once,” she promises.


nicholasgrimshaw: the Styles’ aren’t quite as romantic as you think.

. xx

Renaissance Island - Aruba

Renaissance Island is a privately owned, man made island, that spans 40 acres. The island is famous for the flamingos that graze along the islands white sandy beaches. The beach is also a great place to get an open air massage, or to sip on cocktails under the islands palm trees. 

Entry to the beach is free for guests staying at the Renaissance Aruba Resort and Casino. For visitors not staying at the Resort, a day pass is available for purchase. 

The house pt.1 - N (Vixx)

Originally posted by hongbln

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut (not in this chapter)

Warnings: slight violence, not much.

Word count: 1276

Summary: “Never walk alone at night!”, they said. They should have listened to them.

A/N: Sorry I’m completely in soulmate mood right now and decided to write a story. Don’t ask me it just came over me. Also some side characters from Monsta X and Up10tion.

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Loud music, flickering lights, dozens of people dancing and grinding against each other. Girls in way too short and exposing dresses and guys with tight jeans to highlight everything what was in between their legs, hands never leaving their girls waist. Some were making out, some were just dancing, others sat at the bar and looked for their next prey. Anne’s friend was also dancing but compared to others you could tell her dance “normal” or “boring”.

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anonymous asked:

Hear me out: Nat and Valkyrie catch sight of each other across a crowded apocalypse. Two kickass women who have seen too much and deserve a rest. IW2 end credit scene: Nat and Valkyrie sipping cocktails on a tropical beach and living happily ever after.

I can’t believe every woman in infinity war is gonna be Valkyrie’s gf

seeing some of the reactions when Daud is mentioned regarding Dishonored 2, this is how I’d like to see him mentioned in the game:

- you encounter him on the beach if you explore a certain section during the day

- he has no quest marker or location marker (so you have to search for him)

- he’s wearing his old red outfit complete with gloves, except with striped red-and-white bathing shorts and clogs

- he’s relaxing on a beach chair, sipping a fruity, brightly-coloured cocktail with a tiny wooden umbrella in

- no one else in Serkonos drinks those kind of cocktails

- no one else in the entire Empire of the Isles, for that matter, has even thought of making tiny wooden umbrellas and putting them in fruity, brightly-coloured cocktails

- if you visit him in-between missions, his cocktail colour changes, but he otherwise remains in the same place

- you can try talking to him. he will look up at you, nod, and go back to staring out to sea

- he gives you one quest near the end of the game

- it’s to find another wooden umbrella

- who even makes those things

- Kirin Jindosh doesn’t that’s for sure

- when you find it and bring it to him, Daud puts it in his new drink, nods at you, and goes back to staring out to sea

- if you visit him after completing the main storyline, he will have moved three feet up the beach, as if that’s how much the whole drama of Dishonored 2 has affected him

- that’s it

It was cold, because January was winter and winter was cold. Every year it was the same conversation, that would start as the nights started to lengthen and the sunlight seemed to flee away in fear. Why did they still live in such a cold country, why didn’t they at the very least head south for the winter, like the birds did. Migration seemed like such a sensible idea, and yet the only time they had ever managed to do anything over the winter it had been even further north where the sun didn’t even rise. It made them appreciate the occasional snatches of sunlight they had otherwise grown accustomed to.

They would dream, of birthdays spent in the beautiful warmth of Hawai’ian beaches, sipping tropical cocktails as they bathed in sunlight in between bathing in the glistening sea. It was almost a tradition, started when they had been children with barely any comprehension of the world beyond Cokeworth, beside a vague inkling that there had to be something better. Ever since then they had dreamed of going further afield, of seeing wondrous, glorious sights. Of being warm on their birthdays, both unfortunately timed to the grim misery of January.

“It’s prettier than Cokeworth,” Lily said, which was true. Most things were. Cokeworth had been a particularly ugly town, overlooked by an imposing factory and covered in a general sense of grime. Spinner’s End had been the worst of it, and the houses there had been cold.

“True, though I suspect colder,” Severus answered, his breath forming white clouds of steam in the air.

“Next year,” Lily said, as she did every year, “Next year we’ll go somewhere warm and have birthday cocktails on the beach,”

They huddled together for warmth, his arm around her shoulders, her scarf around both their necks.

“We could still make it in time for your birthday,” he said reasonably, unwilling to move. The scarf held him in place, though more than that it was her in her entirety. She didn’t need to wrap a scarf around his neck to keep him still or to bind him to her. That he had done himself, almost naturally and without a second thought, no real conscious decision marking the moment when that reality had been finalised. It had started when they first met, a little boy in ill-fitting clothing and a little girl eager to explore.

“That wouldn’t be fair,” Lily objected, resting her head on his shoulder, “It’s got to be both our birthdays,”

Her red hair was damp with snowflakes, a striped woolly hat keeping her head and ears warm. Severus too wore a woolly hat, though his was plain black. They were dressed for the cold, as they hadn’t always been.

“Maybe we should just move somewhere nice and tropical,” Severus mused, liking to dream. It would require thought and planning. It was unlikely to happen, even less likely than the holiday that had never materialised. In many ways, it didn’t matter. Birthdays spent together were precious, no matter the weather. Even if it was cold, their hearts were warm. And anywhere was better than Cokeworth.

vrabia  asked:

my headcanon is paige tico and kaydel ko connix are girlfiends. before the resistance paige was part of a crew that ran sabotage missions to free first order slaves/kids being kidnapped to become stormtroopers and kaydel was a con artist who robbed war profiteers blind to help fund rescue operations. also after the war ends they go on vacation somewhere nice and tropical and hang out with rose sipping cocktails on the beach all day.

THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HEADCANON I’VE EVER SEEN

Phan: Those Who Trust- Part 2

Wordcount: 3k
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: past non-con and abuse
Summary: Dan used to be a submissive and now he’s just a broken shell of a man.
A/N: This chapter is quite focused around PJ. I hope you like it anyway.

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PJ looked around the club, his fingers playing with the chain bracelet around his wrist. He didn’t feel like submitting tonight but he still wanted to come. It had been so long since he had been to the Dungeon before last week, entire months that Dan had asked him not to go and his girlfriend was frustrated with him, because when PJ could not live out his fantasy of being dominated for a while, he would become unfocused quickly and a real pain in the ass, according to her. It was a not so common relationship that the both of them had. During weekdays they would be the normal couple from next door, but on Friday nights she would press a kiss to PJ’s lips and send him off to the Dungeon to live out his fantasies. It was unorthodox but it worked and they’ve been happily dating for three years now.

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i honestly cannot believe that junkrat in novelty sunglasses, sipping a bright colored cocktail with his pinky out, chilling on a beach chair with a little towel rolled up under his neck, and fistbumping roadhog (whos in a speedo), is canon. that seems exactly like the kind of pic a roadrat artist would draw and caption with ‘gayest man alive’ but thats canon. the only thing its missing is pride patches on his beach shorts

Summer Chillout Playlist

The sun is shining all day long, you’re laying next to the pool or you’re already at the beach and sipping some tasty cocktails. What is missing? The perfect music to relax and enjoy your day off. Here are some great tunes to forget about everything stressful and just enjoy the moment. Listen to it here.

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     the three slavic royals bask in the hampton’s evening warmth, savouring the spectacular view of the sunset over the water, wholeheartedly welcoming the change from bleak, rainy landscapes and chilly temperatures of home. the twins laze on towels on the sand in close proximity to the thriving bonfire, sipping at identical purple rain cocktails from the beach bar, leisurely conversing in ukrainian; zhenia arranges her long snowy hair around her shoulders, adjusting the soft pink chiffon wrap over her bikini.  try not to make out on the beach, twinsies— the cameras are watching,  stanisław quips, sinking down beside the two with a tequila and pineapple in hand. languidly leaning back he calls out for grace to join, setting down his drink beside him and pulling off his calvin klein t-shirt for added persuasive effect. alexei’s eyes burn like pale red candle flames, his face drawn in a moody scowl at the other prince. zhenia observes him coolly, silently desiring grace’s presence in the small group. stan usually occupied himself with trying to get grace intoxicated enough to be amiable with him (the intoxicated part was simple, the amiable not so much) and not vexing zhenia and her brother for whatever reason. no doubt the network’s inquisitive cameras would be over soon enough to observe their conversations— the ukrainian princess prayed to herself that grace or stan wouldn’t shove them into any awkward situations, which so often occurred when alcohol was in the mix. grace or stan, or both, would remove their clothes, the princes would fervently argue, zhenia and grace would bicker back and forth; the possibilities were endless