getaway!reiner who accidentally bumped into you on the way to the airport. you can't remember how many times he apologized, but it had to be close to 15.
getaway!reiner whose heart skipped a beat when he realized you sat right next to him on the plane. a 10 hour flight beside you in a crammed airplane at 40,000 feet up.
getaway!reiner who helped you with your bags off the plane. as you got to talking, you found out that you're staying at the hotel and going to the same theme parks. the two of you decided to turn your two solo trips into one duo.
getaway!reiner who got your phone number under the excuse of keeping contact if you ever got separated. you never once got separated.
getaway!reiner who rode crazy roller coasters with you with no complaints even though he's deathly terrified of heights & going upside down. he isn't as scared with you.
getaway!reiner who dragged you to the theatre to watch the sappy and sweet shows in the park. he held your hand in the darkness.
getaway!reiner who bought you a beautiful bag you'd been goggling at the whole trip. he gave it to you at a fancy restaurant, wrapped in beautiful green paper. it's your main purse now.
getaway!reiner who kissed you under the park fireworks so lovingly, so memorable, like you'd meant to stand here underneath the lights in his arms. you didn't tell each other, but it's both of yours first kisses.
getaway!reiner who never really got back into contact with you after getting home. both of you wanted to, but it feels like the people you met on vacation are meant to stay like that.
i wanna meet reiner on vacation, have a messy situationship then never see him again but he always stays in my heart got a little angstier than i thought im sorry,,,, ( event. )
Been thinking of a Madatobi vacation AU where Tobirama had been wanting to visit the seaside and makes casual mention of this to Mito who generously offers her family vacation home in ushio. He refuses at first, as it initially just a random thought after a few cups of sake during dinner with Touka and Mito.
But he keeps thinking about it whilst stumbling home and falling asleep face first in bed, hardly even twitching when Madara tsks and undresses him, wiping him down and getting him dressed for bed before turning him over onto his side and pressing against his back.
He thinks about it as he wakes up in a panic, untangling himself from the sheets and Madara to fall off the bed, grasping for the bucket he knows from experience that Madara would have left for him the night before, purging the contents of his stomach and thinking of sandy beaches and late night walks to observe the tide and nighttime marine life.
Madara crouches next him and rubs his back as Tobirama heaves into the bucket, coughing and gagging and swearing he'll never drink with the girls again. This of course is a down right lie because that sake last night was delicous (it always is).
Madara offers him a glass of water and as Tobirama rinses his mouth out and then drinks what's left in the glass, he thinks of the waves of ushio and the warmth of the sun, the touch of Madara’s hands as he rubs lotion into Tobirama’s back to prevent any burns as he often insists on, even now.
When his stomach is empty he slumps against Madara and asks with a watery voice if he would want to go away with him for a little while.
Madara asks, very casually, if itll just be the two of them, to which Tobirama hums and says if they leave now, before Hashirama gets wind of it, yes.
Gravity falls: I asume based on abaddons back story that haunted hotel takes place on the east coast, while GF takes place in tbe PNW, but maybe Ford and Stanly want to take the kiddos to the Atlantic Ocean and they stop at the hotel on the way bc it's got the cheapest prices on the entire east coast.
Danny phantom: same thing, maybe the parents are traveling for some ghost hunting convention, and after the whole exorcist thing Jack and Maddie are seen as dangerous by the Freelings until they find out Danny is half ghost.
Secret Saturdays: someone mistook Abaddon as a cryptid and they showed up to catch him, they leave pretty fast after Doc finally accepts ghosts are real and his beautiful wife is always right about everything. Zak and Abaddon bond over being immortal evils in children's bodies even tho Zak is a child first and an immortal evil 2nd.
Invader zim: some science convention in town, Dibs family stays there and Zim follows them out of paranoia.
Hella big crossover where everyone is there at once.
Also fun option: all the kiddos are there for school for a college AU and Kathy is renting some of the rooms out as cheap dorms bc the local university is making very shady choices. (Ik of a uni renting out boats as dorms atm so this isn't even that far fetched)
hello there! would you write a romantic getaway after tour for piwon? like a trip to bali, maldives, hawaii with a private beach where oc can get tanned in their bikini while they play around and skinny dip yk and under a waterfall or something they become oc’s personal photographer(as they should) and at night they go to romantic dinner while piwon looks scrumptious w a white button up and oc with a sundress like summer themed imagine cause i can’t move on from summer yet sigh 🌊👙☀️
pairing: p1Harmony x reader!
warnings: Summer (I hate Summer hahaha), fluff, cheesy moments, Jongseob being hot af
disclaimer: not my pic
Keeho
The air smelled like green things and sunlight—fresh moss, wet leaves, and a hint of wildflowers. The two of you had been hiking all morning, boots crunching through soft soil, hands brushing now and then as the path narrowed. The forest sang quietly around you—birds, wind, and the distant rush of water that promised a break.
When you finally reached the waterfall, it was like stepping into a painting. Water spilled from a mossy cliff into a small, glassy lake, mist curling through the sunlight. You dropped your backpack and crouched by the edge, peering into the clear water where tiny fish flickered like bits of silver light.
“Look how fast they move in the water,” you murmured, leaning closer.
Behind you, Keeho laughed softly, breath still uneven from the hike. “Yeah, I can see why they call them fish and not wait-around-and-pose.”
You didn’t look up, too focused on how the fish darted between shadows. You didn’t see him pull out his phone. Didn’t notice the soft click of the camera. He tilted his head a little, eyes following the curve of your smile, the way your hair fell forward as you leaned in. Every time he pressed the button, the sound felt like a heartbeat—quick, steady, secret.
When you finally turned around, catching him mid-shot, your eyes widened. “Keeho!”
He froze for half a second, then grinned, mischievous and unapologetic. “What?”
“You’re taking pictures of me?”
“Guilty.” He lifted his phone slightly, like the evidence was worth showing off.
“You could’ve told me,” you said, crossing your arms, though your voice softened at the edges.
He shrugged, that grin still tugging at his mouth. “You’re beautiful when you’re not posing. It’d ruin the moment if I warned you.”
Your face warmed instantly, the heat rising faster than the afternoon sun. “That’s—You can’t just—”
He laughed, stepping closer. “I can’t what? Tell the truth?”
You rolled your eyes, trying to turn back toward the lake to hide your smile. “I hate you”
“No you don't,” he said, voice light. “And I’ve got great taste.”
You tried to ignore him, focusing again on the fish. The water rippled gently, sunlight turning it into a sheet of liquid glass. Keeho stayed quiet for a moment, watching you through the viewfinder, his grin softening into something slower, steadier. You felt the weight of his gaze even before you heard another soft click.
“And what are you doing now?” you asked, glancing at him.
“Documenting my favorite part of the trip,” he said easily. “You.”
You groaned. “Gosh it's so cheesy.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “But it’s true.”
Then, without warning, he leaned forward. His hand brushed lightly against your cheek, fingers catching a stray strand of hair that had fallen into your face. He tucked it gently behind your ear, and for a moment, everything—the birds, the waterfall, the world—went quiet.
He bit his lip slightly, eyes lingering on you like he was memorizing the sight. You couldn’t move. You didn’t want to.
“Perfect,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to lift his phone again.
You laughed softly, shaking your head, but stayed still this time. “You’re seriously still taking pictures?”
Keeho smiled behind the camera, eyes glinting. “Yeah. So don’t move.”
The shutter clicked again. And again. Between the bursts of sound and sunlight, you felt something tender and unspoken humming between you—the kind of warmth that didn’t need to be said, only felt.
And maybe it was the waterfall, or the summer air, or the way he looked at you like you were something worth keeping—but for the first time, you didn’t mind being caught in the frame.
Theo
The room smelled faintly of salt and something floral—fresh linens, maybe, or the faint perfume of the sea drifting in through the balcony doors. You and Theo stood in the doorway, bags dropped at your feet, the hum of the hallway fading behind you.
The air conditioner sighed softly, brushing cool air across your overheated skin. You exhaled, every muscle in your body begging for mercy. The long flight, the drive, the heavy heat—it had all melted into a single thought: finally.
The first thing you noticed was the bed—huge, white, and impossibly inviting. Then, on the side table, a silver bucket with a champagne bottle buried in ice, and a box of glossy, dark chocolates tied with a satin ribbon.
You blinked. “Did you tell them to do all this?”
Theo shook his head, dropping his cap on a chair and running a hand through his hair. “Nope. Maybe they just sensed our good taste.”
You smiled faintly, then gave up on standing altogether. The bed practically swallowed you when you fell onto it, the mattress soft enough to erase the entire journey from your body. You closed your eyes, spread out like a starfish, and sighed. “Okay, vacation officially started.”
From somewhere behind you came a sudden pop!
You jumped a little, sitting halfway up. “Theo!”
He looked far too pleased with himself, holding the champagne bottle like a trophy, a crooked grin on his face. Tiny bubbles frothed at the mouth of the bottle as he wiped his hand on a towel.
You raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Isn’t it a little early for champagne?”
He tilted his head, feigning deep thought. “Early? We crossed three time zones. It’s evening somewhere.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “That’s not how it works.”
He shrugged, already pouring the pale gold liquid into a glass. “Who cares? We’re on vacation. That means we get to do whatever we want.”
You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him move around the room—the sunlight catching in his hair, the easy way he smiled, the comfortable quiet between you.
He walked over, holding out the glass like an offering. “Here. For surviving the journey.”
You took it, the chill of the glass pleasant against your fingers. “Thanks.”
Theo sat down beside you on the edge of the bed, close enough that your knees brushed. He leaned back on one hand, his shirt slightly rumpled, his eyes softer than the light spilling through the curtains.
“See?” he said, voice low. “Already better.”
You laughed quietly, taking a sip. The champagne tickled your tongue—crisp, light, a little sweet. “You might be right.”
“Of course I am,” he said, smiling like it was the easiest truth in the world. Then, before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you—slow, unhurried, like the first taste of a long summer night.
When he pulled back, his voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m going to make sure this trip is unforgettable.”
You met his eyes, warmth spreading through your chest. “Big promise.”
He smiled again, brushing his thumb lightly across your cheek. “Then I’d better keep it.”
Outside, waves murmured against the shore, the sound blending with your laughter. The champagne glass glinted on the nightstand, and for the first time all day, you felt completely at ease—like the world had tilted just right.
Jiung
The beach at night looked like another world—silver light spilling across the sand, the ocean whispering things you couldn’t quite catch. The two of you walked barefoot, shoes dangling from your hands, the air cool and heavy with the smell of salt.
Jiung’s voice was soft when he spoke, barely loud enough to compete with the sound of the waves. “It’s kind of perfect, isn’t it?”
You smiled. “Yeah. Feels like the world’s asleep except for us.”
The moon hung low over the horizon, painting a ribbon of light over the water. You stood there for a while, just watching it move, the tide kissing your feet before slipping away again. Then, on a sudden impulse, you stepped back, grinning.
“What?” Jiung asked, his brow furrowing as you slipped your dress over your head, leaving yourself in nothing but the ocean breeze and the silver shimmer of moonlight. You tossed the fabric and your sandals at him.
“Hey!” he yelped, catching them clumsily. “What are you doing?”
You laughed, taking a few steps backward toward the water. “What’s the matter? Scared of a little skin?”
His mouth curved into that slow, crooked grin that always made your pulse trip. He looked around the beach—empty except for the two of you—and shook his head with a disbelieving chuckle. “You’re crazy.”
“You love it,” you said, voice light and teasing.
He hesitated only a second longer before pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it beside your clothes. “If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” he said, his laughter mixing with the sound of the surf.
“Fair enough,” you called back, stepping into the water. It was cool against your skin, the chill curling up your spine in a shiver that felt alive, electric. You dove in until the waves reached your shoulders, then turned to see him wading in after you, the moonlight catching on his skin, his hair damp and wild.
“You’re actually doing it!” you said, laughing.
“You think I’d let you have all the fun?”
He reached you, the water swirling between you, and for a long moment, neither of you spoke. The world was just waves, moonlight, and the quiet thud of your hearts.
When he finally touched your face, it was gentle—just his fingertips tracing the outline of your jaw. His breath brushed against your cheek before his lips found yours. The kiss was soft, deepened by the salt air and the sound of the sea folding over itself.
You broke apart just enough to look up. The moon hung perfectly above you both, bright and enormous, reflected in the shifting surface of the water.
Jiung’s voice came out low and warm. “I think this might be my favorite kind of crazy.”
You smiled, leaning into him. “Told you it’d be worth it.”
He laughed quietly, forehead resting against yours. “You always are.”
The waves rolled in again, cool and endless, wrapping around you both as the night held its breath—two hearts, one ocean, and a moon that seemed to shine just for you.
Intak
Steam curled lazily into the evening air, carrying the scent of lavender bath salts and warm water. You stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in one of the hotel’s plush robes, your hair still damp, your skin tingling from the shower.
“They’ve got everything in there,” you called out, still half in disbelief. “Mini lotions, bath bombs, soaps shaped like seashells—this place is so boujee.”
You turned toward the balcony, still talking, but your words trailed off when you saw him.
Intak was lounging in the bubbling Jacuzzi, one arm draped along the edge, the lights from the city below reflecting in the water. The steam ghosted around him like something cinematic, his hair damp and pushed back, a teasing grin tugging at his mouth.
You froze in the doorway, grin spreading across your face. “Well, look at you.”
He raised an eyebrow, the grin deepening. “What? Can’t a man enjoy a little luxury?”
“Without me?” you said, crossing your arms in mock offense.
He tilted his head toward the open spot beside him, water glistening across his shoulders. “You gonna stand there giving a speech or are you joining me?”
You didn’t need to be asked twice. The robe slipped off your shoulders and you stepped carefully into the hot water, sighing as the warmth soaked through every inch of you.
“Okay,” you admitted, settling beside him. “This is heaven.”
“Told you,” he said, immediately sliding closer until your legs brushed under the water. His arm came around your waist, tugging you gently against him. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, warm and sure beneath your hand.
For a moment, the world felt small and perfect—the soft hum of the jets, the whisper of waves far below, the faint chill of night air against your wet skin. The stars scattered above like they’d come out just to eavesdrop.
Then he leaned in.
The first kiss was slow, deliberate, full of that lazy confidence that was all Intak. His hand found your jaw, thumb tracing your cheek, and you melted into him before you even thought to breathe. The warmth of the water and the press of his lips blurred together, dizzying and sweet.
When he finally pulled back, you blinked at him, dazed. “You’re so cheesy,” you said, though your voice came out softer than you meant it to.
He just laughed quietly, eyes still on you. “You love it.”
“Do I?”
He grinned wider, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t still be here.”
You scoffed, but your hand slid over his anyway, fingers intertwining under the water. The jets bubbled around you, the world humming with the sound of warm water and distant ocean breeze.
He leaned his head against yours, voice dropping to a murmur. “This is pretty perfect, huh?”
You smiled, closing your eyes. “Yeah. I guess boujee has its perks.”
He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your temple. “See? Told you. You and me—we make luxury look easy.”
The night stretched on, soft and golden and alive, the two of you lost somewhere between laughter and heat and the sound of waves far below.
Soul
The restaurant looked like it had been plucked straight out of a dream—soft golden lights swaying above linen-draped tables, the hush of the ocean just beyond the open terrace, and the faint shimmer of candlelight catching on glass and silver. You tugged at the hem of your sundress, glancing around with a grin.
“This place is so fancy,” you said under your breath. “Definitely not the corner ramen shop back home.”
Soul let out a quiet laugh, his gaze sweeping over the restaurant. “Yeah. The chopsticks here probably cost more than my sneakers.”
You giggled as the waiter led you both to a table near the railing, close enough to hear the rhythm of the waves. You sat down across from each other, menus in hand, trying to look calm while your eyes darted over the glossy pages.
“Okay,” you whispered, leaning closer, “what even is half of this stuff? Foie gras? Truffle foam? Do people actually eat foam?”
Soul raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Apparently, people pay extra to eat foam.”
You both snorted, trying to keep your laughter quiet enough not to draw stares. But as the initial amusement faded, Soul’s expression softened. He looked at you over the top of his menu for a long moment before gently placing it aside.
“Hey,” he said quietly, reaching across the table. His fingers brushed against yours before settling over your hand. “You know what? You deserve this.”
You blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”
He gave a small, almost shy smile. “Our life back home—it’s messy. Busy. Half the time, we’re eating takeout on the floor surrounded by laundry. You’re always running around, taking care of everything, never really stopping.” His thumb traced slow circles against your skin. “You deserve to be spoiled a little. To sit somewhere nice. To just… breathe.”
Your chest tightened in the best way—like your heart had been caught mid-step. “You’re gonna make me cry,” you said with a watery laugh.
“Then I’ll tell a bad joke to balance it out,” he teased, but his tone stayed soft.
You squeezed his hand. “I can’t believe you brought me somewhere this fancy just to say something like that.”
He tilted his head, eyes glinting in the candlelight. “Actually, I was thinking…” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “Maybe we should just embrace it. Tonight, we’re one of those couples. You know, the super boujee ones we always make fun of.”
You laughed, delighted. “You mean the ones who talk about ‘notes of oak’ in their wine and pretend to know what caviar tastes like?”
“Exactly.” He grinned. “We’ll nod thoughtfully and say things like ‘Mmm, exquisite flavor profile,’ and act like the bill doesn’t terrify us.”
You grinned, lifting your glass. “Then it’s settled. Tonight, we’re rich, elegant, and unbothered.”
Soul clinked his glass gently against yours, the sound crisp and bright over the low hum of conversation. “To being fake fancy,” he said, smiling so wide it made your heart ache a little.
“To being fake fancy,” you echoed, smiling back.
The night stretched around you like silk—soft laughter, the shimmer of the sea, and the glow of candlelight dancing between your joined hands. For a little while, the chaos of real life felt far away, and all that mattered was the warmth in his eyes and the easy rhythm of your laughter.
Jongseob
The market buzzed with life—bright awnings, tangled voices, the smell of grilled seafood and citrus in the air. You could almost taste summer in the sunlight. Jongseob walked beside you, his fingers laced easily through yours, the back of his hand warm against your skin.
Every few steps, you stopped to admire something new. Handmade bracelets, painted shells, baskets of mangoes so ripe they glowed in the sun.
“Look at these!” you said for what had to be the tenth time, eyes lighting up at a stand covered in tiny glass animals.
Jongseob chuckled behind you, the sound low and fond. “You really want to see everything, huh?”
“Of course! This place is amazing.” You spun once, your sundress flaring. “I feel like I’m in a movie.”
He smiled, squeezing your hand. “If this is a movie, I’m the guy carrying all your shopping bags.”
You laughed, tugging him along to the next stall—this one glittering with jewelry that caught the sunlight like spilled stars. Necklaces, bracelets, rings—each piece swaying gently in the sea breeze.
“Oh wow,” you whispered, your eyes locking on a delicate necklace with a small seashell pendant edged in silver. “That one’s perfect.”
The shopkeeper saw your interest instantly. “Ah, you have good taste!” he said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Handmade, special material, very rare. For you, only 150 dollars.”
Your face fell a little. “Oh… that’s kind of…”
Before you could finish, Jongseob stepped closer, still holding your hand. His smile was polite—calm, but edged with quiet confidence. “It’s beautiful,” he said smoothly, glancing at you before looking back at the man. “But not that beautiful.”
The seller blinked, clearly not used to being challenged. “I assure you, this is premium—”
“Premium like the other ten identical ones behind you?” Jongseob said lightly, one brow raised. “Listen, I get it. You’ve got to make a living. But my girlfriend here…” He paused, his thumb brushing across your knuckles. “She’s beautiful enough to make that necklace worth wearing, not the other way around.”
You blinked, warmth rushing up your neck at how effortlessly charming he sounded. The seller hesitated, caught between pride and persuasion.
Jongseob smiled again, patient but firm. “We’ll take it for fifty. It’s fair. You still make money, and she walks away looking like the sea made her something special.”
The man sighed, clearly defeated. “Okay, okay, fifty.”
Jongseob nodded, handing over the cash before the seller could change his mind. He turned back to you, holding the necklace up by the chain. “Turn around.”
You did, still dazed by the way he’d just handled everything. He fastened the clasp gently behind your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. When you faced him again, he was smiling—not the cocky grin he sometimes wore, but something softer.
“Perfect,” he said simply.
You couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “You really didn’t have to do all that.”
He shrugged. “Couldn’t let someone overcharge my girl.”
The words “my girl” hit you like sunlight—warm and dizzying. And watching him stand there, confident, protective, his hair glowing in the golden light of the market… well, there was no denying it. He looked good.
Maybe too good.
“You know,” you said, trying to sound casual even as your heart raced, “you’re kind of dangerous when you get all smooth like that.”
He grinned, taking your hand again and tugging you gently down the path. “Dangerous?” he echoed, smirking. “Guess I’ll have to use that to my advantage later.”
You shook your head, laughing, but your face was warm, and your heart wouldn’t stop beating a little too fast as you walked beside him through the sunlit chaos of the market—his hand in yours, and the necklace gleaming softly against your skin.
Ok so walk with me, no tennis au where janni and carlitos meet each other during a family vacation when they're like 19-17 respectfully.
They see each other multiple times at the hotel, only exchanging shy glances. Carlos is immediately taken by the cute boy with red hair and smiles at him shyly and jannik just looks super confused like 'is that boy truly smiling at me?' and gives him a small awkward smile back.
And they keep this silly routine for like 3 days until carlos sees him walking towards the tennis courts and goes 'i like tennis too!! I have an excuse to talk to him' and they finally introduce themselves.
Carlos english is bad at best but they make it work, he can make jannik smile so thats all that matters to him. Jannik invites him to the beach the next day and all of Carlo's family is like ?? When they see him leave super early and happy.
Both families eventually end up meeting each other and having meals together because their boys are now inseparable.
Virginia is like "carlitos im so happy you made a new friend :)" and carlos is like 'haha yeah friend, i definitely dont want him to pull me to a dark corner and know the way he tastes haha :)'
