#beach fic

[noxemma]

Chapter two for my Hot Summer Art fic is up!

I might actually get to posting all of these before the end of the month if I can keep up this pace 😂

Tags, Rating, Word Count, AO3 link, etc. at the bottom

Beside Your Side

Fic Summary: Dean convinces Sam to look into a potential case where people are going missing from a New Jersey beach town. Of course, they have to bring Cas and Eileen along, just in case it's not a monster. Dean is excited to get the case over quickly and enjoy a well-earned vacation with the people he loves the most. Nothing ever seems to go the way Dean plans it though, and this case is no exception.

Chapter 2: Nothing Wrong with Floral

Dean

Dean starts to relax and enjoy himself as Baby cruises through the downtown area. The windows are down, his rock mix is blasting, and Cas in his old AC/DC shirt leaning toward the open window with the sun on his face looking gorgeous.

I guess I should have expected he wouldn’t have much in the way of casual clothes. It’s not like we’ve ever taken a vacation before, and his standard suit and trench coat usually suffice for any government position we impersonate.

Dean glances over at Cas again and tries to ignore the way his heart feels like it’s been replaced with warm goo. Cas is resplendent in the early evening glow, the light emphasizing his high cheekbones and contrasting against the scruff that’s grown over the last few days. Sunbeams and wind play through his hair and Dean can see the glint of grey that’s started to sprout ever since he’s become nearly human.

God, it only makes him more attractive though, Dean thinks, running a hand through his own hair self-consciously. Don’t know if I quite pull it off the way that he does.

“Dean?”

Dean suddenly finds blue eyes staring back at him quizzically. One brow arches and Dean gulps at the way his stomach tries to take up residence in his throat.

“Wha-what?”

“I believe a green light indicates that it is your turn to go, correct?” Cas snarks and Dean is so tempted to lean in and kiss the smile off his face.

Thankfully a car horn saves him from himself, prompting him to hit the gas and speed through the intersection. Cas goes back to enjoying the sun and Dean resolutely focuses on finding a parking space near the address Sam gave him. He ends up getting lucky with a spot in the shade and they don’t even have to walk that far to the pretty townhouse belonging to Bradley's sister. Cas stops Dean just before he knocks on the door.

“Dean, are you sure I shouldn’t just wait in the car? I was pretty useless at this the last time I tried to help, and I can’t imagine I’ve gotten much better. I don't have 'people skills' like you and Sam." Cas actually uses air quotes, but the insecurity in his voice sucks all the humor out of the idiosyncrasy.  

“You weren’t useless, you were just … awkward. You were trying to be too much like me and Sam; do it exactly how we do it. Just be yourself and I’m sure you’ll be alright.” Dean winks at him, immediately regrets the action when Cas’ brows pinch together, and spins around to knock on the door before he can stick his foot further into his mouth.

The door swings inward to reveal an attractive woman in her mid-twenties.

“Um, can I help you?” The woman crosses her arms and stares defiantly as if she can’t think of any greater inconvenience than two strangers showing up on her doorstep. “Hello, I'm Dean and this is Castiel,” Dean introduces them, completely unfazed by her attitude and laying on the charm thick. “We’re podcasters and we were hoping to interview you for an episode on-"

“You two, podcasters? Yeah, sure and I’m a mermaid on the full moon. Get off my porch before I call the cops,” she rolls her eyes and retreats into the house.

“Wait, please,” Cas calls out before she can fully slam the door. When she opens the door a few inches, he steps in front of Dean to address her. “I apologize for him. He doesn’t think people will talk to us if we tell them the truth. You see, we’re both actually really into true crime and missing people. It all started when his father went missing, and it’s become somewhat of a hobby and an obsession since then. Helping others find their loved ones gives him a bit of the closure he never got.”

Dean’s pretty sure his jaw is on the floor, and it stays there as the woman eyes them up and down before sighing and opening the door fully.

“Ugh, fine. Come in. You get three minutes.”

“Thank you,” Cas responds graciously, leaving Dean standing dumbstruck on the porch.

“God, I’m such a sucker for sad blue eyes,” the woman says to Cas’ retreating form. She turns a calculating gaze onto Dean, eyeing him up and down before carefully saying, “Your boyfriend gets you to do whatever he wants with those things, doesn’t he?”

What? He’s not actually-,” Dean stops himself because it feels like a trap. Plus, he doesn’t want this woman to know that Cas isn’t actually dating him. Not when she’s staring at his backside appreciatively. “Uh, yeah, but don’t tell him that. I don’t think he’s figured out what a sucker I am yet.”

Like what you read? You can find the rest of the chapter here on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 2/? (hopefully 9 😂)

Chapter Word Count: ~8,400

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Case Fic, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Beach Case, Cannon when convenient, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (Dean and background characters), Non-Consensual Touching (Not between Dean and Cas), Hurt/Comfort, I promise it's not as dark as it sounds, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, clueless Sam Winchester, Chick-Flick Moments, Cannon typical misunderstandings, Angst?, One day I'll learn how to tag, WIP, JackieDeeArt's Hot Summer Art 2024 (Supernatural), Hot Summer Art, Greek Mythology if you Squint, No Beta, Everyone is bad with words, Except Eileen who is the only emotionally stable person for miles, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Angel Grace Dysfunction

[chardbones]

Headcanons on going to the beach with Junkrat

AN: I haven't written in awhile so I decided for some short headcanons for my boy Junkrat. I might add more in the future

Warning: only a tiny mention of nsfw but it's really small

- The two of you rarely go to the beach and when you do it's always as far away from people as possible

- You both like your privacy because one, Jamieson is kinda of a wanted criminal (along with you) and two, the both of you can enjoy being yourselves without others staring and judging

- Junkrat having absolutely no clue how to swim and you teaching him

- Igniting bombs under the sand to make a giant whole instead of digging

- Jamison running around the whole beach and bringing you the most beautiful seashells

- You giving him a kiss every time he comes back with more

- Him resting his head on your stomach as you both lay underneath a beach umbrella

- Him trying to chase you in the water but you are way more experienced in swimming so you without difficulty swim away

- You diving down and swimming behind him to scare Jamison out

- Definitely making at least one sandcastle where you put little dried wood pieces all over the place and light it up making it look like the place is on fire

- If you two spot anyone in the distance, you both make sure to be extra loud and more graphic about how you're going to commit certain crimes

- That has always worked like a charm. No matter what person or people sped walked away and you guys never saw them again

- Having a waterproof arm and leg custom made for Jamieson so he has an easier time swimming and moving in the water

- Diving down and picking up random things for the sea bed and Junkrat being completely amazing at how deep and long you can go/stay underwater

- Helping Junkrat put suncream on his back and after he's covered fully you give him a few pecks on the lips

- The both of you making out your towel as the sun is going down which leads to a bit of more spicy touching but nothing too much

- The rest is left for when they got back to their home

- Blowing up the sand castle with a stick of dynamite while laughing like crazy together

- Making a giant bonfire in the evening and roasting some meat on it for supper

- Definitely another makeout sesh next to the fire

- Mako picking you guys up after you decided to go back home

- Having a joined bath to wash away all the salt water

[fenolunddraws]

Watch the Tide Come in

This fanfic on AO3 by @jacqcrisis aka blackjacq was a delight to read. I liked the humour, character building, and the 70's beach town setting. It's definitely a favourite that I'm saving for a rainy day to read again.

There were many moments where the boys were driving in Charon's '73 Lincoln that were really cute, so here they are being flirty and driving through a shower on an otherwise sunny day.

Hope you like it, Jacq

(Also check out their other Charmes fic Show Me How to Dance (Again) - I liked that one too!)

[aintgonnatakethis]

When In Rome / 4.4k

Destiny deciding she needed to stop for long periods of time always made everyone twitchy, fearing something would pop out of the depths of space to attack them at any moment. What had been a much more popular addendum however, was her choice to stop above a planet with a suitable enough environment to allow everyone shore leave. So you know those tag games on Tumblr where you're meant to respond to something and then tag more people to continue the chain? Interaction! Anyway, instead of following the rules for a 'what would your character do at the beach' prompt, I wrote a whole fic about it. Enjoy! Can be read as a stand-alone.

Fandom: Stargate Universe

Category: M/M

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Nicholas Rush, David Telford, Everett Young

Relationships: Nicholas Rush/David Telford, David Telford & Everett Young

Additional Tags: Rush POV, can be read as a stand-alone, Beach Episode, Established Relationship, Porn With Plot, Smut, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Kink, Dom/sub, dom!Rush, sub!Telford, Autistic Nicholas Rush, Dirty Talk, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Size Kink, Humiliation kink

Thank you to @tragedycoded @winglesswriter (x) and @paeliae-occasionally (x) for tagging me all those months ago. @worlds-tallest-fairy you also expressed a specific interest in this fic way back when so here have a tag! ❤️️

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

good morning all my east coast followers im heading to the beach and thinking about going with matt who is NOT a fan of the murky long island beach waters but will still go, you have to help him apply sunscreen and he rubs tanning lotion on your arms and legs thank you and have a great beach day to all those who celebrate

also he gets a sunglasses tan and sunburn (bc he is irish)

[she-bear369]

Awake Dear Heart, Awake

Cute, sexy and at times emotional beach fic. Harry and Louis get stranded on a remote beach and get off to a bad start.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47711809

[skyler10fic]

Sweet Fantasy

For the @ficwip5k!

Summary: Carol and Daisy are in a new relationship and on vacation for the first time at their friends’ wedding. They are also ready for another first, which reveals fantasies and dreams they can make into reality. 

Read on Ao3

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Carol’s heart raced as she packed up the last items she’d need on her vacation. She’d stayed up late finalizing the road trip playlist, and now the coffee and nerves had her jittery while trying to zip up her backpack and hit the road.

It was her first trip with Daisy, her new girlfriend. They’d been together a few months, but with work and grad school and family and friends, it still felt so fresh. It would also be their first night together alone—intimately, if all went to plan.

As friends, they had stayed in cabins, beach houses, and hotels with the rest of their friend group, so Carol wasn’t nervous about whether they would travel well together, but this was a defining step in their relationship. It was so romantic, and the reason for going even more so. Two of Daisy’s closest friends, Jemma Simmons and Leo Fitz, were getting married.

Everyone inserted a “finally” when they talked about it, as the couple had been inseparable since their freshman year of university. People had taken to calling them FitzSimmons, and many forgot they weren’t yet married. This year, they’d each graduated with PhDs and decided it was time for the beachside wedding of their dreams. Jemma had explained at her bachelorette party that it was about more than the conveyor belt of relationships for them. By now, they knew they had each other through every storm. No matter what the future had in store.

Daisy was much closer with them, and she would be standing as a bridesmaid with Jemma at the front for the whole ceremony. But it didn’t matter to Carol whether she was invited as a plus-one or as a guest in her own right. She had a navy dress with a red and gold shawl and jewelry to coordinate with Daisy, who would be in the bridesmaids’ assigned lighter blue with silver jewelry. Daisy had modeled the dress for the bridal party and Carol in the store, and that night, Carol had had a vivid dream about taking it off her.

Carol arrived at Daisy’s apartment and was greeted with a kiss and a “just five minutes, I swear!” But Daisy was true to her word, and with a backpack, a wardrobe bag for the dress, and a duffle bag for the rest of her things loaded into Carol’s Subaru Crosstrek, they were ready to start the road trip playlist and the GPS app to the beautiful resort for a romantic weekend away.

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Jemma had reserved luxurious rooms for the wedding party with ocean views. A clear container on the table held Daisy’s flowers with a note from Jemma. Carol noted the majority of the room was taken up by a singular, soft, inviting king-sized bed. Daisy had to rush away to the rehearsal, leaving Carol to rest and flip through the channels on the room’s TV. The next thing she knew, she was being awakened by the sound of Daisy returning.

“Aw, my sleepy driver.” Daisy pecked a kiss to Carol’s forehead, brushing back bedhead hair. “C’mon, it’s time for a late lunch with the wedding party before we start getting ready for the ceremony tonight!”

Groggy, Carol cleaned up and looked 100% presentable to be introduced to their friends’ families as Daisy’s girlfriend, a title that still thrilled her to the core. The one or two older relatives with raised eyebrows or a hint of scrutiny didn’t phase Carol. She’d been out far too long to care about random elderly strangers, and all of the Fitz’ and Simmons’ relatives who had crossed the Atlantic and the entire U.S. for the wedding were far too well-bred to make a homophobic comment aloud at the table.

Carol picked up from the conversation that both families were old money and influential, and she sat up straighter. Daisy fit in with any crowd naturally, however, and Carol adored watching her charm everyone from the young flower girl and ring bearer boy to the posh grandparents.

It wasn’t until seeing Daisy come down the aisle in the line of bridesmaids that evening, though, that Carol really understood how deeply in love with Daisy she was. Daisy found her in the crowd and smiled, and that’s all it took. Carol swore she’d marry that girl someday, when they were ready. Whatever it took, anything Daisy needed, Carol knew she’d do it a thousand times over to be her wife forever.

The ceremony wasn’t long objectively, and the photos afterward were remarkably efficient thanks to Jemma’s talent at planning, but it seemed to take forever as Carol counted down each minute until she was reunited with Daisy. Carol wandered over to the reception area, lit by tiki torches and hanging lanterns, and a live band began to play. A few minutes of small talk with guests was interrupted by the lead singer, introducing the newlyweds as husband and wife for the first time.

“Hey.” Daisy bumped Carol’s shoulder as she applauded along with the rest of the crowd.

“Hi,” Carol returned and impulsively wrapped her arms around Daisy from behind. She kissed Daisy’s cheek and they watched FitzSimmons start their first dance. The Father-Daughter and Mother-Son dance was next, then the singer announced that it was time for all the couples in attendance to join in. Daisy turned and extended a hand to Carol.

“Wow.” Carol took Daisy’s hand and followed her.

“Wow what?” Daisy inquired as they began to sway along with the other couples on the dance floor.

“Just, we get to do this. Be a couple.” Carol shrugged. “It’s nice.”

Daisy caught on to Carol’s feigned nonchalance. “It’s more than nice. I love it. I love being your girlfriend, and I love that everyone in the world can see that you’re mine.”

“I love you.” Carol blushed and her eyes widened as it slipped out, but Daisy kissed her quickly before she could say anything else.

“I love you too.”

Carol kissed her deeply this time, not noticing as the music ended. People began to stare and smile, remembering their early days. When they came back to reality, Daisy waved to their audience and Carol blushed deeper red. Daisy led her off to the buffet table, and they ate dinner, staying out of the center of attention, at least until Daisy needed to help with the cake cutting and distribution.

After cake, dancing, and champagne, the newlyweds had been sent off to their beachside honeymoon cabana for the night before leaving on a cruise tomorrow, and the guests started to return to their rooms. With official duties done, Daisy’s attention—and little touches—were entirely focused on driving Carol mad. Carol wanted her more and more with each stroke of Daisy’s fingers on her skin: as they danced, as they sat side by side and Daisy stroked Carol’s bare knee under the table, as they kissed behind the photo booth…

“Maybe we should take this party somewhere more private.” Carol extended a hand to Daisy this time and they sauntered off indoors to the elevators, ready to move on to the second part of their night.

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Daisy locked the door behind them and Carol turned on a lamp. They didn’t bother closing the curtains over the glass doors that opened to the ocean. No one would be able to see them anyway. Shoes came off first, and Carol’s shawl and Daisy’s purse were tossed on the dresser, then Daisy retrieved makeup remover cloths from her toiletry bag for each of them and they stood side by side in the bathroom, daring each other to make the next move. Carol took down her updo and shook out her hair to fall in dark blonde waves, and Daisy took out the hibiscus flower pins holding her shoulder-length brown hair back. Daisy set her jewelry aside, and Carol followed suit with her own. It was like a choreographed mating dance, one making a move and then the other.

“Help me unzip?” Daisy turned her back to Carol and pulled her hair to the side. Carol gladly obliged, slowing the zipper halfway down Daisy’s back to lean in and kiss Daisy’s neck. Daisy’s perfume combined with her natural pheromones in a scent custom designed to make Carol intoxicated, love drunk.

“My turn,” Carol whispered as the zip hit the end of its track. She slipped her hand just inside the dress around Daisy’s bare waist and tickled her side.

“Hey!” Daisy giggled in surprise. She turned to face Carol and stepped out of the dress, revealing a strapless pushup bra and lavender lace and silky panties.

Carol drank her in with a finger tracing down Daisy’s perfect body. “You’re so beautiful.”

Daisy set her dress on the counter and deflected. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before.”

“Not the same.” Carol grabbed Daisy’s hips and guided her closer.

Daisy permitted a short kiss and then ended it to say, “I thought you said it was your turn.”

She found the zipper at Carol’s side and exposed Carol’s bare skin to her touch this time. Instead of tickling, Daisy opted for grabbing Carol’s ass and squeezing. Carol giggled, and Daisy withdrew her hand in favor of helping Carol out of the navy dress.

Daisy deposited Carol’s dress on top of her own on the counter and admired Carol’s black bra with the revealing, tiny cups and translucent black boyshorts. “These are gorgeous, but no clothes allowed in this party. Sorry, ma’am. These are going to have to come off.”

“Hypocrite,” Carol teased and reached behind Daisy to unhook her bra with expert speed.

“Fair enough,” Daisy conceded and tried the same but giggled in embarrassment as it didn’t happen quite so quickly for her. “How did you do that?”

“Stay with me and in time, you’ll learn all my tricks,” Carol promised and unhooked it herself. “Ready? 1, 2, 3.”

On 3, they both let their bras fall and tossed them to the clothing pile too.

“One more left, but you’ll have to catch me first.” Daisy darted past Carol into the bedroom and Carol chased after her, grabbing her around the middle and collapsing into the plush bed together. Their laughing turned to scooting up to lay on the bed properly, which turned to kissing and touching, to tongues and nipples teased, to breathless little sounds of needing and desiring.

“Please,” Carol begged at Daisy touching her through the black underwear. “Please please.”

“Mmm these definitely have to go. Far too overdressed.” Daisy dragged Carol’s underwear down her legs. She sat up and tossed them to the side, but before she could return to Carol’s naked body, it was Carol’s turn in their dance.

Carol sat up in front of Daisy and teased her fingers down the front and sides of Daisy’s panties, dipping in the lace sides and stroking the silky fabric. The dark spot in the middle of the lavender grew.

“You’re right, these are in the way,” Carol remarked casually. “I do like seeing how much you want me though.”

She tossed Daisy’s panties to join her own, and they were bare before each other, out of moves in their stripping game.

“You don’t have to just see,” Daisy purred. “You can feel.”

She moved around Carol to lie back on the pillows and bit her lip. Carol eagerly joined her and rolled half on top of her. Trembling in reverence, Carol brushed her hand down Daisy’s bare body, no waistbands or seams stopping her. Her fingertips teased through Daisy’s tuft of curls and dipped in to feel Daisy’s wetness for herself, as invited. Daisy captured Carol’s mouth in a desperate kiss, sucking and licking, with Carol reciprocating in kind, tongue mirroring the strokes of her fingers deeper and deeper into Daisy’s core. Her thumb found Daisy’s engorged clit, and she took mental notes as Daisy moaned into her mouth. Their mouths parted and Carol craned her neck down to suck on Daisy’s breasts, tongue and free hand playing with Daisy’s peaked tits as Daisy came apart under her.

“Fuck, fuck,” Daisy panted, “god, Carol.” Carol’s fingers worked her faster, harder, learning exactly what patterns would drive her girlfriend over the edge. Carol watched as Daisy’s mouth fell open and her muscles tensed. Carol now understood the word holy. It was the closest she’d come to watching someone having a divine experience as Daisy cried out “oh god, yes!”

Carol worked her through the orgasm, extending it for her as long as she could until Daisy, relaxed and satiated, instinctively jerked her hips away. Too sensitive for more, Daisy snuck her hand down Carol’s ass and further forward between her legs to tease Carol’s dripping wetness.

“You’ve been wanting me too,” Daisy assessed in her most sultry tone. “How long have you been like this?”

“Too long,” Carol groaned as Daisy played with her before finally inserting the tip of her middle finger. “Can’t count how many times I’ve dreamed about this. Having to wake up to finish without you really there.”

“Me too,” Daisy confessed and moved her thigh against Carol’s until they slotted just right for Carol to ride her, grinding as Daisy teased Carol’s pussy with one hand and brushed her hair back with the other. Daisy added another finger, deeper, and stroked inside her in time with Carol’s grinding.

Daisy stretched her tongue out to lick Carol��s lips and they kissed roughly until Daisy bucked her hips up reflexively, which started a faster rhythm.

“Make me come,” Carol begged.

“Can you come like this?” Daisy added a third finger, stretching Carol wider. “Tell me what you need, anything, baby, anything you need.” Daisy wrapped her other leg around Carol’s, drawing her as close as humanly possible.

This made Carol moan. She grinded harder and her own thigh came in contact with Daisy’s renewed wetness. Their breasts rubbed just so, stimulating each other. The final piece was Daisy joining Carol’s moaning as the grinding became mutual. Still focused on getting Carol to come for the first time, Daisy noted the way Carol pulsed harder around her stroking fingers. Daisy returned to two fingers for longer, faster strokes and let the others stroke Carol’s labia.

“Fuck!” Daisy cried breathlessly. “Come for me. I wanna see you come for me.”

“I’m… Daiz, I’m…” Carol’s voice hitched as she moaned in pleasure. She jerked against Daisy and all of her muscles shook, right on the edge, cresting as Daisy’s body moved against hers, inside her, all around her. Just as she’d always dreamed. Years of longing were realized into an orgasm that washed over Carol in intense, all-consuming pleasure.

Daisy held Carol close as Carol’s arms gave out. She removed her fingers and grabbed Carol’s ass again instead. After a minute, her other hand guided Carol’s mouth to hers and they rolled onto their sides to bask in the afterglow.

Their kissing grew soft and their touches more gentle and slow.

“If I weren’t so tired, I’d keep going all night,” Daisy confessed.

Carol gazed at her in pure joy. “Me too. We should probably get to sleep, though.”

“Can I tell you something,” Daisy whispered though it was only the two of them, inches apart.

“Anything.” Carol’s sleepy silly grin mirrored Daisy’s.

“I’ve been looking forward to this part too.” Daisy shrugged the shoulder not against a pillow. “The domestic stuff. Showering together, waking up together, couple stuff. That’s the stuff I had dreams about.”

Carol sat up and sighed happily. “That’s good to hear because I would do anything to make your dreams come true. C’mon, girlfriend.”

She pulled herself away from the inviting bed, knowing they would be back and under the covers together soon. She unzipped her duffle bag and pulled out more comfortable underwear and a soft tank top to sleep in.

“I love you, girlfriend.” Daisy scrambled up after Carol and pecked a kiss to her shoulder before moving on to get her own sleepwear.

“Love you,” Carol returned and lightly spanked Daisy as she walked past to the bathroom, making Daisy laugh.

Their shower, while sexy, was more about intimacy and exploration than actual sex, washing away the busy day and night. When they were ready for bed, they snuggled in close and turned off the lamp, with no alarm or agenda set for the next day.

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Carol awoke to the warm comfort of spooning Daisy like a teddy bear. Teddy girlfriend, half-awake Carol thought to herself and hummed lightly in amusement. They had both used Daisy’s pineapple coconut lotion after their shower and Daisy’s neck so close was far too tempting. She started to roll away so she didn’t impulsively wake Daisy too early. A quick glance at her phone, though, told her it was well past 9 a.m.

Daisy made a sad whine and looked over her shoulder to see where Carol had gone. “Come back?”

“Have you been awake?”

“Not long. Just for a little while.” She held up her phone, which showed her ebook app open. “I got up for a bit, but came back to bed and you were too cuddly to want to leave.”

“I think I got up and went to the bathroom around sunrise? And then went out on the balcony to take a picture?” She opened her phone’s photos app. “Ah, yup.”

“Nice!” Daisy admired the photo of the sunrise Carol had taken in the few minutes she’d been awake.

“The sun is bright now.” This observation and Carol’s frown about it made Daisy smile.

Daisy put her phone back on the bedside table and Carol did the same. “Lay back down with me?”

Carol was happy to return to their spooning. “You know, I’ve had a fantasy like this for a long time.”

“Mmm, just this or that kind of fantasy?” Daisy rolled her ass against Carol to emphasize her meaning.

Carol smiled into a kiss to Daisy’s spine, finally able to give into the temptation. “The latter.”

“Tell me about it. What did you do next?”

Carol’s heart raced in anticipation as she acted it out in real life, moving her hand down from casually resting on Daisy’s stomach to dipping her fingers under the waistband of Daisy’s soft, thin sleep shorts. She propped up on her side so she could watch the bulge of her hand moving between layers of fabric. She waited for Daisy’s sigh of pleasure, then pushed Daisy’s underwear to the side and teased her. She finally pushed Daisy’s underwear down from the top to get better contact with her entire hand.

Daisy rolled her hips to grind against Carol again in impatience as Carol avoided her clit. “I had a dream last night that we had the whole beach to ourselves. No one else to see us.”

“Yeah? What did we do with that opportunity?” Carol started a small love bite on the back of Daisy’s neck, where it met her shoulder.

Daisy’s breath hitched as she continued. “You untied my bikini bottom, and then my top, while I sat facing you in your lap. I was naked under our umbrella on a big beach blanket, but you had on on a one piece and shorts so I couldn’t do anything but let you touch me everywhere.”

She was losing her train of thought as Carol stroked, making her wetter than she’d been when she’d woken up or she’d been while reading an erotic novel a few minutes ago on her phone.

“Then what?” Carol prodded.

“I was shy because I felt so exposed, but you told me I didn’t have to worry because you were there and would take care of me. And then you fucked me just like this with your fingers, just, like, ohhh, yeah.”

“But you were sitting on my lap, yeah?” She murmured into Daisy’s ear. “Do you wanna do it right now?”

“Mmhm.” Daisy whimpered and stripped off her shorts and underwear. Carol arranged the pillows and sat up so Daisy could straddle her. Carol stripped her of her thin shirt, relishing the way Daisy’s nipples stood to attention in the AC-cooled room.

She didn’t need further instructions. She stretched her fingers and resumed touching Daisy. Now, from this angle, Daisy began lifting her hips slightly and lowering them, fucking her fingers. The light wet sound it made was music to Carol.

“Could we hear the ocean? In your dream?”

Daisy nodded, wordless now.

“Did I do this?” Carol bent her fingers inside Daisy and felt for her G-spot. The spongy area made Daisy cry out.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s my girl,” Carol praised. “And do you like my thumb here?”

She shifted her wrist to rub her thumb, coated in Daisy’s cum, over her hot, pulsing clit, and it responded in swelling erection at her touch.

Daisy nodded harder and tried to push Carol’s tank top up to reciprocate some of the pleasure.

“Un-uh. You said I’m in a swimsuit so you can’t touch me where you want to.” Carol used her free hand to move Daisy’s to one of Daisy’s own exposed breasts. “I want you to help.”

Daisy opened her mouth but she still didn’t have words from the pleasure, so she closed it and nodded again.

Carol took Daisy’s other hand and brought it to Daisy’s core. “If you can’t tell me, show me. Show me what I did in the dream.”

“Okay,” Daisy exhaled more than said. Daisy moved her hand over Carol’s, essentially using Carol’s hand to pleasure herself. Carol copied how Daisy was teasing her right breast on the left. Daisy arched her back and Carol could tell she was right at the edge.

“Show me,” Carol murmured. “That’s a good girl. Teach me to worship you.”

Daisy moaned and cried out Carol’s name. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open, fully nonverbal as she came, a silent scream of ecstasy. Her body shook the way Carol’s had last night, and Carol worked her down, then held her close as the aftershocks flooded over her. There was something especially erotic about holding Daisy’s naked, trembling, orgasm-drowning body against her partially clothed one, physically aching with desire.

Daisy stirred against her and laughed in delight. “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced.”

Her words were slurred slightly and her mouth captured Carol’s sloppily. Drinking her in was all Carol wanted at that moment. Naked Daisy, essentially giving her a lap dance as she moved with their kiss. She couldn’t take it anymore. She rolled them over so Daisy was on her side and sat up to strip off her tank top and boxer briefs.

“I need you, fuck, I need you,” Carol confessed.

“I packed something special, just in case,” Daisy teased and got up from the bed, making Carol whine.

“If this is clothes, I’m not sure it’s worth the effort,” Carol warned. But Daisy opened a drawstring bag from her luggage to reveal a strap harness and dildo.

“I don’t usually wear this,” Daisy warned. “So don’t get used to it, but this time we can make an exception. If you want.”

Carol’s mind exploded at the idea of riding Daisy and it was her turn to lose her words. She swallowed and stuttered out. “Yes, got it. Please, yes, please.”

“I can’t wait to show you the rest of my toys,” Daisy teased as she put on the harness. “I have some new ones I got especially for us to play with together. Sleepovers are going to be more fun than ever.”

Carol was practically vibrating herself with anticipation as Daisy climbed back in bed, dildo bobbing in front of her and lube in hand.

“That’s the advantage of girlfriends. We can do all the sleepover stuff.” Carol caught Daisy by the hips and flipped their positions to straddle her.

“Mmm yeah.” Between each phrase, Daisy kissed down Carol’s jawline, neck, and chest: “Bake cookies, French braids, spin the bottle, share toys, ride each other’s strap…”

“Can’t wait.” Carol meant it too, taking charge of the lube bottle to get exactly what she wanted. “Tell me if it’s not fun, though, yeah?”

“That’s supposed to be my line.” Daisy guided Carol’s hips until Carol could sink down on her. Carol stopped her there, though.

“I’m serious. If this hurts, we can take it off. I would never want to hurt you.”

Daisy kissed her sweetly. “You too, yeah?”

Carol nodded. The truth was, she was already aching, but in need. She gave in to the discomfort and moved her hips, sliding up and down the dildo with the help of the silky lube.

“Ohh yes,” Carol sighed in relief. “Can I go faster?”

“Of course, babe.” Daisy moved one hand up to feel Carol’s breast bounce in her palm and traced her thumb in from Carol’s hip to spread Carol wider, exposing her clit. “You are perfect. Every inch. I mean, look at us.”

Daisy thrust her hips up to meet Carol’s, and Carol gasped and moaned in reward. Carol bounced faster and faster, and her hand moved to touch her clit, getting herself off as she did as instructed and watched Daisy’s dildo disappear in and out of herself.

“Oh god,” Carol panted. She rocked harder, rolling her hips in time with Daisy’s thrusts. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, lost in the moment. “Fuck!!”

This time, she came fast and hard, and Daisy was right there to catch her again as she leaned forward and rested her forehead on Daisy’s shoulder.

As much as Carol loved it, the strap really was beginning to hurt now. Reluctantly, they parted and cleaned up.

“Breakfast and then beach?” Daisy offered as they dressed in casual vacation T-shirts and shorts.

“Sounds wonderful.” Carol admired Daisy in the mirror as Daisy applied a tinted sunscreen to her face and blended it in. Carol brushed her hair casually, as if they did this every morning. “And, you know, thank you, for this morning. And last night.”

Daisy met her gaze in the mirror and winked. “Very welcome, and thank you. I meant it earlier too. Sleepovers with you would be nice.”

“How about next weekend?” Carol rushed out before she could second guess if it was too soon.

“I’m free, and I have cookie dough in the freezer,” Daisy flirted. “I need someone to bake it with.”

Carol pulled her hair back in a ponytail and reassured. “I am always here to help.”

“Good. Speaking of food…” Daisy grabbed her room key and slipped on her sandals. “We better get down to breakfast before it turns to lunch.”

They had perfect timing leaving their room, as the elevator doors opened to reveal their friend Mack with another bridesmaid, Elena, in the casual clothes she’d worn to the rehearsal. With a bridesmaid dress bag on her arm.

“Good morning!” Daisy and Carol greeted in unison.

“Hi,” Mack cleared his throat. “We, um, this is…”

Elena stepped in, rolling her eyes at his embarrassment. “Exactly what it looks like.”

“Yeah, girl!” Daisy gave her a high five. “Mack’s a catch.”

“And you two?” Mack changed the subject to stop squirming at the attention on his sex life.

“Oh yeah,” Carol assured. “Midmorning, no hangover, can’t stop smiling? Definitely what it looks like.”

Daisy slipped her hand around Carol’s waist as the doors opened on another floor and other guests got on. Carol kissed her temple, unable to resist for even a minute more. She resolved to keep every weekend reserved for Daisy in her calendar from here on out.

—----------------

They flirted their way from Saturday to Sunday, from the beach to restaurants to the pool to walks along the pier to a sunset dinner cruise to shopping in the harbor village to sharing a large ice cream float. Eventually, they had to check out of the hotel and drive home.

The silliness and sexiness softened into the real stuff. They exchanged stories they hadn’t shared with anyone else, vented about their families, and confessed things too deep for any other venue, but in the car, things were easier to say aloud.

Carol stalled by filling up with gas even though she had half a tank left, and Daisy stalled by inviting her in for dinner when they got home, knowing they’d have to order delivery because she didn’t have anything decent to make. Dinner turned into a movie, which turned into one last night of sex.

“Stay,” Daisy pouted, knowing she couldn’t. “You already have your stuff in your bag.”

“I have to go to work in the morning.” Carol frowned, but then brightened as she remembered this was a new normal, not a special one-time event. “But we have next weekend to look forward to.”

Daisy walked her to the door. “Love you. Text me when you get home safe.”

“I live 20 minutes away,” Carol laughed and kissed Daisy goodnight. “But I will. I love you too.”

A new Carol drove home, transformed from the nervous girl she’d been on Friday morning when she’d left. She wasn’t afraid to blast love songs on the drive back and in the shower and in her headphones at work throughout the week. Their fragile, new, baby-tender relationship had blossomed into the blissful honeymoon stage, committed and secure, but still floating on dreams and young love.

By the time they made it down the wedding aisle themselves, they looked back at this stage in fond nostalgia, but with a much firmer foundation. Their first vacation together was an adorable and precious memory, but by their own honeymoon, the love that bloomed back then was unshakable, forged in the fire of fights and resolution, compromise and comfort, grief and finding home together. They never stopped sharing their secret desires, fantasies, and most intimate dreams, however. And they never stopped feeling the awe, sometimes in the most ordinary moments, that no matter what life dealt them, they had each other.

[lagerloutfic]

been noodling away on something for a little bit and wanted to post inspo to keep me motivated. working title: beach fic

[destieltaggedfic]

There is a fact that Misha has never seen Jensen in shorts and barefoot.

https://www.tumblr.com/cynifer/734451392677380096/jensen-leaving-room-for-jesus-made-me-chuckle

Look I’m not sure you understand what it is this blog does. Whether or not two friends have seen each other in summer gear is not my concern.

But in case that's a request you’ve phrased badly here’s a bunch of fic where Cas sees Dean either barefoot or in shorts.

Sweet Dreams are made of... well, at the moment they seem to be made up of African Dream Root and an Angel in Speedoes, but who's keeping score? – Harihat   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Dean swipes some Dream Root in an attempt to have nice dreams for a change, when he ‘wakes up’ on a beach it seems to be working, except the head lifeguard looks surprisingly like his best friend.  Things get a bit awkward when Dean accidentally calls the real Cas into his dream and Cas sees what Dean is doing with his doppelganger.

Word Count: 9k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

that much better - rhinestoneangels (almondrose)   Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  They won and got Cas back.  Its finally time for that beach trip and its going to be perfect.  Until Cas gets his full powers back and it freaks Dean out.

Word Count: 6k                                 No Sex

i just know that something good is going to happen - an_ardent_rain   Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  They are finally on the way to the beach and Dean hasn’t addressed what Cas said before he died yet.  When Sam tells Dean not to be weird about letting Cas down,  Dean realises that he isn’t actually going to reject what Cas told him in the dungeon.

Word Count: 10k                              No Sex

Deepend - Yool_chan   Ao3

Set Post 15 AU.  After the defeated everything that needed to be defeated, Dean and Cas retire to a beach house and live a quiet life together.

Word Count: 1k                                 No Sex

After the Storm, Must Rise the Sun – Joanjun   Ao3

Set S13 AU.  They take that day to go to the beach because they stopped another apocalypse and everything is good and happy for a change.

Word Count: 4k                                 No Sex

[vampzxi]

untitled riri x black!afab!reader sneak peeks

it’s finished! read here: finish.

author's note: this is a WIP of a beach fic i started to write and im prob gonna post it soon. it's gonna be half fluff half smut i think, i'm not 100% sure yet. but yeah :3. i included 2 parts of it because i just think the second part is really cute. lmk if you wanna be tagged!! ^_^ @letitias-fav

part 1

“are we there yet?” you groaned, watching the irritation grow on riri’s face.

“i swear to god, ask me one more time and i’m crashing this bitch,” riri tapped the gps, checking the arrival time, “we only have 10 minutes left. you that damn excited to see me in a swimsuit?’

face turning hot, you look out the window and bite back a giggle. the answer was actually yes. riri never wears form fitting clothing, hell it’s been a while since you’ve seen her in anything but a hoodie and sweats. save for the occasional moment when y’all were-

“are you for real thinking about my ass right now?” riri asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

you jumped, whipping your head back around to look at her, “what? no! you trippin, ri.”

“i could see your goofy ass smile in the window reflection. fucking freak,” she rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, “we’re close, i’m sure you’ll live.”

you leaned back in your seat and spent the rest of the ride listening to your playlist and continuing to annoy riri.

part 2

as soon as y’all got to the hotel, you immediately flopped onto the bed and kicked your sandals off. “finally,” you sighed, “i’m exhausted.”

riri came through the front door with both luggages. “ion understand how you so exhausted when all you did was sit and bitch the entire time.” she threw a pillow at you and it bounced harmlessly to the floor.

“hey!” you shot up, “i was also the DJ and snack-man.” 

“oh, my bad ma,” she climbed into the bed next to you and kissed you, “how could i forget?”

you gigged and reached for her hand, enveloping it with yours. you bought the back of her hand to your mouth, planting a kiss on it. “i can’t wait to spend this weekend with you, baby.”

riri snuggled under you, placing her head beneath your chin, “i am too. if you quit getting on my nerves i might just be able to have fun.”

you playfully swatted her arm as she dozed off to sleep, her breaths tickling your neck. you ran your fingers through her braids, playing with the ends until you fell asleep too; your chest rising and falling with ri’s.

[noxemma]

Super late start, but here's the first chapter of a fic for @winchester-reload's Hot Summer Art challenge (better late than never, right?)

Tags, Rating, Word Count, AO3 link, etc. at the bottom

Beside Your Side

Fic Summary: Dean convinces Sam to look into a potential case where people are going missing from a New Jersey beach town. Of course, they have to bring Cas and Eileen along, just in case it's not a monster. Dean is excited to get the case over quickly and enjoy a well-earned vacation with the people he loves the most. Nothing ever seems to go the way Dean plans it though, and this case is no exception.

Chapter 1: Down to the Seaside

Dean

“Dude, really?” Sam quirks a brow and gives Dean a look that would make him feel guilty if he was actually bullshitting. But, for once, he’s not and he can’t stop how giddy it makes him.

“I’m serious, Sammy! Over the last couple of weeks, five people have gone missing and then a day or two later, a mysterious sand sculpture shows up on the beach looking just like them! Tell me that doesn’t sound like our kind of thing.”

“I mean, it does, but-” Sam hedges.

“But what?” Dean tries not to whine or pout or let on just how excited he really is. “We can’t take a case because it’s on a beach? Can’t go because, God forbid, if it does end up being nothing, we might take a day or two and enjoy a vacation for once? C’mon, Sam. Haven’t we earned it?”

“Geez, fine! We’ll check it out,” Sam huffs. He maintains his stern expression for a few seconds before a twinkle lights his eyes and a small smile starts to form. “But I’m inviting Eileen. Just in case it is, you know, nothing.”

“Deal, but then we have to invite Cas too. It’s only fair he gets to join in if you’re bringing Eileen,” Dean blurts excitedly, already daydreaming about spending time in the sand and sun with the people he loves most. It takes a few too many beats for his brain to catch the slip and he quickly adds, “It’s not like I have a girlfriend, so it’s only fair I get to invite my best friend. Plus, you know, with his grace thing, some R&R might do him good. And if not, then at least a case will take his mind off it.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Of course, Cas should come.” Sam makes a funny face and looks like he wants to say more, but mercifully stays silent.

“It’s settled then, we’re headed seaside. I love New Jersey!” Dean whoops as he hustles to his room to dig out swim trunks while Sam lets out a groan.

---

“Ughhh! I hate New Jersey!” Dean growls as Baby inches another few feet forward before stopping again. This vacation case is not going at all how he planned, and they haven’t even made it to the beach yet. He tries to tell himself that he’s only frustrated because of the standstill traffic they’re caught in, but he knows it has more to do with the angel in his passenger seat who’s been silent for nearly the entire trip. Normally he doesn’t mind the silence with Cas.

That’s probably because, normally, it feels peaceful. Not this odd tension. I don’t even know why he’s being weird. People are usually happy to be invited on vacation, Dean stews, gritting his teeth as the truck in front of him bursts forward a few hundred feet only to grind to a halt as another car cuts it off trying to merge into the marginally faster moving lane.

“Jesus! If everyone could stop being an asshole, we could all get where we’re going sometime this year!” Dean shouts, funneling his mounting frustration into road rage.

“I told you the traffic was going to get bad,” Sam huffs over the phone. “It’s your fault you spent so long grocery shopping.”

“Whatever, you’ll thank me when you see how expensive everything is on the island!” Dean can practically hear Sam’s eye roll and hopes Sam can hear his responding one. “Anyway, you guys are probably almost there, right?”

“Yeah, we should be just a few miles away-”

“There’s the bridge!” Eileen excited shout drowns out whatever his brother had been about to say. “I’m so excited; it’s been at least three or four years since I’ve been to a beach.”

“Wow, you really did make good time. Okay so the key should be under the mat if you want to go in and start getting settled. Don’t expect too much though. It’s pretty small and Mom’s friend said it hadn’t really been updated since we were there last, which is at over two decades so...”

“Dean, I’m sure it will be fine. I still can’t believe that Mom and Dad actually took us on vacation here. What was I anyway, like a month old?”

Dean grins as he recalls nearly faded memories of the four of them. Snippets of sand, waves, boardwalk lights, sticky fingers, toothy grins, and a huge umbrella covering his mom and baby Sam flash through his mind. Some are so strong like his father lifting him over the waves and some are so faded they are more feelings than tangible memory, but they’re all still precious.

“We came late July, so you were almost three months, smartass. But yeah, what are the odds and that Dad still had the contact info in his journal and it would still be available to rent on short notice? Anyway, given the rate we’re going, which is zero, we’ll probably be an hour or so behind you.”

“Okay, well, we'll see you when you get here, jerk,” Sam initiates their standard farewell, and Dean silently curses him for it.

“See you when we get there, bitch,” Dean responds reluctantly. The line goes dead, and he heaves a frustrated sigh now that the conversation with his brother isn’t distracting him from the traffic or the blue gaze he’d felt swing his way partway through the conversation.

Another twenty minutes of mind-numbing traffic goes by before Dean’s skin starts to itch. He swaps tapes then switches to the radio, but nothing helps quell his mounting awareness of the solemn, blue-eyed angel in his periphery.

“Dean?” Cas says so abruptly that Dean nearly jerks his foot off the brake. “Something’s been bothering me.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Dean tries to tease but an exasperated edge sneaks in.

Cas frowns, but goes on, “Why am I coming with you?”

“Why wouldn’t you? You’re part of the team and we’ve got a potential case,” Dean quickly delivers the line he definitely did not practice.

“Dean.”

Dean makes the mistake of meeting Cas’ gaze, and he gulps at the intensity of it.

“Sam and Eileen are a couple, not to mention seasoned hunters,” Cas states before his words soften. “I’m effectively human again. How did you put it? A baby in a trench coat.”

Dean cringes at having those words flung back at him. Cas’ shoulders slump and he sounds like he really believes he has no place on this trip simply because he can’t access his grace, which is unacceptable.

“Cas, I should have never said that. So, you might not be able to do your normal angel stuff but-” Dean starts.

“Then why-?”

Dean cuts Cas off with a growl and a smack to the steering wheel.

“You’d know if you’d let me finish. Christ, you’re here because I want you here! I want to finish up this case quickly then relax on a beach with my family like we deserve after everything we’ve been through. I want to hang out with my best friend when Sam and Eileen go off on dates instead of being left alone like the sad schmuck I am!”

Like what you read? You can find the rest of the chapter here on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/? (hopefully 9 😂)

Chapter Word Count: ~6,000

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Case Fic, Established Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Beach Case, Cannon when convenient, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Past Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con (Dean and background characters), Non-Consensual Touching (Not between Dean and Cas), Hurt/Comfort, I promise it's not as dark as it sounds, Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, clueless Sam Winchester, Chick-Flick Moments, Cannon typical misunderstandings, Angst?, One day I'll learn how to tag, WIP, JackieDeeArt's Hot Summer Art 2024 (Supernatural), Hot Summer Art, Greek Mythology if you Squint, No Beta, Everyone is bad with words, Except Eileen who is the only emotionally stable person for miles, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Angel Grace Dysfunction

[kbirbpods]

Original Work: Swimming Lessons by @kittonafoxgirl

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano

Tags: Vacation, Swimming, swimming lessons, Anakin hates Sand, and flowered swim trunks

Audio Length:  12 minutes, 32 seconds

Summary:

Ahsoka plots to get her master to take a vacation; they're going to go to the beach. Sun, sand, relaxation, and most importantly, swimming. There's only one problem, Anakin didn't tell her he never learned to swim.

[podded for @kittonafoxgirl's birthday in July!]

[aintgonnatakethis]

out of context/last line tag

Thank you to @aziz-reads (x) (x) (x) (x) and @the-golden-comet (x) for the tags! 😄

The SGU beach fic is coming along nicely, even with the crash and subsequent loss of a page and half yesterday. When that happens I always feel as if the rewrite isn't as good. 😟 It's my own fault for not using a writing programme with autosave - anyone have any suggestions for something that's free and can be used whilst offline?

His happiness was short-lived however, as David - apparently having spontaneously developed a desire to be murdered in his sleep - flung him over the edge of the rock face and down into the water below.

Tagging: @worlds-tallest-fairy @tragedycoded @septembriseur @wyked-ao3 @wolgerrswraith

[jacqcrisis]

oops that engagement ring sent me into a spiral that landed at. A secret wedding in the woods, ordained by Orpheus. Word gets out around town that a wedding is happening and there's an excited buzz but. Nobody knows who the wedding is for. The five people that do know aren't talking, the mailman won't take the gossip bait and Charon will just shove order forms in their faces.

Probably wouldn't be rumors about a wedding (which would be a small symbolic ceremony at the manor as it is very much not legal for a while. Hades does not come but he sends Hermes a toaster. Through the mail.), but definitely rumors about the store owner suddenly wearing a ring on his ring finger.

Styx Beach is a small town, it's full of retirees who love to gossip, and Charon is, technically, an eligible bachelor. As unfortunate as his face and his condition is, he both comes from and has money and hoooooo boy, those local old biddies would LOVE for a granddaughter or second time divorced cousin to find a way into his heart (and wallet). You can't really set him up with anyone, seeing how he doesn't talk, but those little crotchety ladies love coming into his store and talking up a big game about so-and-so's niece or their tragically unlucky daughter who just can't seem to find a good man. A good man who's tall, dark, and... has a large hat. Charon, being the flirt-blind asexual he is, never catches the drift of whatever they're saying and he always just hands them their change and their wine with an empathetic nod.

Hermes gets this to, maybe even more aggressively though it's less because of his family/wealth and more because he'd 'make cute grand babies' and he's got a solid government job. And you know Dolores from the church choir would be more than happy to have that face and those legs show up to every family function. Eventually, these matchmaking attempts slow to a crawl once the rumor mill decides Hermes is probably gay considering his face and his legs remain VERY single.

But what's this? Mr. Enigmatic? Ring on the special ring finger? And after a two week vacation???

Who could she be? Someone in town? Eurydice?...no shes still married to her bohemian hipster but perhaps someone else?????

They scour the town, all coming up with nothing as even Zagreus is tight lipped about it. The mystery remains unanswered and more interesting rumors crop up in the meantime so the rumor mill lets it hang. Some decide it was an elopement in Vegas, some think maybe hes always worn one, some think he just started putting it on so they'd stop telling him about their chronically single lady family members.

Hilariously, no one seems to notice why the mailman, who up until this point never wore any jewelry other than in his ears, suddenly started donning a nice gold chain around his neck. Or why it's always conveniently under his shirt. Or why whatever pendant is on it under his shirt is suspiciously ring shaped.

[skyler10fic]

Wanna Surf on Your Heat Wave

For the @ficwip 1k prompt (the first image above!)

Summary:

Carol and Daisy take a much-needed vacation to Tahiti, which brings a new level to their relationship!

Read on Ao3

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Daisy stretched and yawned, listening for her early worm girlfriend, only to realize in surprise that Carol was still asleep next to her. Instead of waking her, Daisy crept out of bed. It was no wonder Carol slept so deeply here. The ocean sounded like it was right at their door…

As she had the thought, she opened the blinds covering the glass patio door and realized it wasn’t an exaggeration. The back side of the cabana opened to the pristine sand, with the tide just beyond. The sparkling blues of the ocean took her breath away. She’d seen plenty of beaches in her time, but nothing like this. It was a fairytale. 

Tall, lush palm trees added to the soothing white noise as she slid open the door as quietly as she could. She wandered out to the patio in her tank top and sleep shorts, captivated by the peaceful scene. 

Further down the beach, where the sand met the concrete, a coffee stand was opening. This place really was paradise. 

She heard the door behind her slide open and turned around to see Carol was waking up to the same awe Daisy had minutes ago. 

“Whoa.”

“Good morning, beautiful.” Daisy kissed her cheek and wrapped her arms around Carol as they stood watching the surfers and beachcombers. 

“Wait, is that?” Carol watched some early risers walk by with coffee from the beachside stand. 

“Mmhmm,” Daisy squeezed Carol and then let go to return inside. “Coffee first, and then want to see what else is around here?” 

“Sounds perfect. We can do whatever you want today. We just have to be back by 6 tonight. I have a surprise.” 

—--

With a dare from Daisy and a flirty wink back from Carol, the “whatever” turned out to be a surfing lesson. The girls picked boards from the rental stack and joined the class for beginners. With some basic instruction and a short paddle out to the waves, the class lined up to take turns. 

With her turn approaching, Carol grew nervous and looked back at Daisy. “What if I fall down immediately?” 

“You will,” Daisy promised. “That’s why we have another hour left out here!” 

She was right, but by the end of that hour, they had several successes as well. The whole class cheered as each of them caught a wave and stayed standing. But the one that made Daisy’s heart swell was a particularly big wave for a beginner coming up right behind Carol when it was her last turn. They were all tiring out, and despite the grin on Carol’s face, Daisy worried that the experience was going to end on a sour note if Carol not only fell but got pulled down into the churn before she could get back up. 

“Now!” screamed the instructor, and Carol went for it, wet hair slicked back in her ponytail and determination in her expression. Daisy caught her breath, bobbing on her own board as the wave passed. Carol rode like a champion, surfing her way until the wave died and she fell right at the end. She came back up and shouted with joy, pumping her fist in the air. Daisy clapped as pride swept over her. 

“You’re next,” the instructor reminded her. 

Daisy had surfed before, but the lessons had been a good refresher, and she kept the tips in mind as her wave came. She paddled until the instructor yelled when to stand, and she held her stance with all its precarity and freedom, the fleeting joy that refused to be overlooked in anticipation of the salty end. Carol cheered for her, bringing her back to earth as her flight ended in the wave petering out. They got out of the way of the others, then hugged in celebration. 

“We did it!” Carol giggled. 

“I knew we could.” Daisy kissed her briefly. “You and me.” 

“Unstoppable,” Carol finished. 

The lesson ended, so they made their way to the rental stand to return their boards and then back to their cabana to clean up for Carol’s surprise. 

—------------ 

Dinner was at an outdoor restaurant, surrounded by tiki torches, accompanied by live music, and topped off with dessert. Carol didn’t think she could be happier, despite her nerves. Significantly more scary than surfing, the box in Carol's pocket felt heavy against her thigh. 

As the sun lowered over the water, the Polynesian music slowed to a romantic song and couples got up to sway on the sand in front of the small stage. 

“C’mon.” Carol saw her moment and took it. She led Daisy to the far side of the dance area away from the restaurant, with the ocean behind them, reflecting the changing colors of the sunset.

They held each other close and the rest of the world faded away. Daisy began to speak lowly, “You know, I’ve been thinking, about us…” 

“So have I. Can I go first?” Carol waited as Daisy nodded. Carol inhaled and took the box out of her pocket. With her other hand, she took Daisy’s, and knelt on one knee. 

Daisy exhaled a laugh. “Yes.” 

“I haven’t asked you yet,” Carol teased and opened the box to reveal a shining engagement ring. The crowd around them stopped dancing and the music grew softer. “Daisy Johnson, I will love you forever. You’re my world, and all I want is to be your wife. Will you marry me?”    

Daisy’s voice caught as she rasped a “yes” again through tears. Carol slipped the ring on her finger, but Daisy had to wait until later to admire it because Carol stood and kissed her deeply as everyone around applauded. 

When they parted and waved to the crowd, Daisy quipped, “Funny, actually, that’s what I was about to ask you.” 

Carol beamed. “That just proves we’re a perfect match.” 

Daisy pulled her in close as the music played and whispered, cheek to cheek, “Dance with me.” 

Carol swayed her gently and pledged, “As long as we live.”

[martianbugsbunny]

Blue Skies Smiling At Me (A FrankenWolf Fic)

Well dearies I've got a new Frankenwolf fic for you! It's one of very few simple fluffy fics I've done in my life (what can I say, I thrive on the angst and the drama and the romance) so if it's maybe not quite like the rest of my fics there is a reason, I'm not just slacking. Anyway, I tried, and I think it turned out fun, so read on and enjoy!

Ruby settled in on her blanket on the sand, a cooler full of Coke on one side and a pile of books on the other. It had been a couple of weeks since anything catastrophic had happened to Storybrooke, and summer was in full swing with bright blue skies and brilliant sunshine, so a rather large portion of the town had decided to gather on the beach for an impromptu party.

Snow sat down next to Ruby, leaning back on her own blanket. “A moment to relax will be worth all the sand I’ll be sweeping out of my apartment for the next week,” she joked, putting on a pair of white cat-eyed sunglasses. “I might even take a nap.”

“How wild,” Ruby teased, opening her first book. She had a couple of hours to kill before Victor’s shift at the hospital ended, and a stack of unread romance novels a mile high. “I’ll nudge you if you start looking lobstery.”

Snow chuckled as she turned onto her stomach, nestling her head on her arms.

After a while the smell of barbecue filled the air. Ruby glanced up from the page she was reading (she was already halfway through her second book); the wolf in her was very interested in whatever meat was cooking. Over at the grill, Granny was bossing David around—it seemed hectic, but the large chunk of meat that was smoking away looked mouthwatering, so Ruby supposed it was a good enough system.

“Food’s ready!” Granny called. “Come and get it!”

Ruby waited only long enough to poke Snow awake (what kind of friend would let a friend miss out on good barbecue) before dashing across the sand to collect a paper plate for her own meal. A table was set out just past the grill with desserts, most of them from the diner, and Ruby piled her plate with both barbecue and a slice of chocolate pie before returning to her spot on the sand.

As she dug into her food, a pair of strong arms circled around her waist. “Hey good-looking, got a bite to spare?” Victor teased, his breath ghosting warmly over the shell of her ear. Ruby chuckled as he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, then snatched a small chunk of the pork off her plate.

“Up for a swim later?” Ruby asked, pulling a bottle of Coke out of her cooler and handing it to Victor. “The bay is pretty calm today.”

“Hey, I didn’t buy this swimsuit just so you could look at me in it,” Victor said. “Maybe a little bit for that, but not completely.” His whole body shook as he laughed, and with his arms around her, so did Ruby’s. It was a red suit (she loved that he wore red for her) and it had a subtle darker crimson swirl pattern that matched the one on Ruby’s vintage-cut one piece.

“Help me finish this barbecue first,” Ruby said, offering him the plate. She scooted out of his embrace so he could eat, leaning back on her elbows and simply staring at him.

The warm summer breeze drifting across the beach ruffled the blond curls around the arms of his oversized sunglasses. He hadn’t been outside long enough yet for his skin to start turning red, but his face was a little bit flushed just from the heat. And best of all, he was looking back at her with what she knew was a mirror of the expression on her own face: pure adoration—and that was the most handsome expression she’d ever seen on him.

Ruby had cold soda, warm sand, blue skies, and the most wonderful husband in the world.

Life was good.