dancing in a downpour

A hand on my thigh. That is
what I’m thinking about, most of the
A hand slipping under my dress,
the other holding the steering wheel,
and me, upright in the passenger’s
seat. Fearless.

Always fearless in love, like
I’ve had practice.

Look, I know you’re sick of
hearing about the skin of it all, but
I’m not done being shameless
with where I want to be touched.

A hand pressed lightly against
my neck. Lips grazing
the apple of my bottom lip.
Your name like a tongue over the
ridges of my teeth.
Your body like a downpour
with me dancing underneath

—  Caitlyn Siehl, Most of the Time

anonymous asked:

HC for Zen, Jumin, and Saeyoung getting caught in heavy rain with mc who just dances in the rain cuz they're already soaked might as well enjoy the moment right?

Aww, this was sweet! Hope you like them! 


  • You two were out shopping when it started pouring
  • He fumbles in his bag and takes out an umbrella
  • But you step out from under its covering and start running up the empty sidewalk
  • He watches, awestruck for a few moments, as you spin around and start dancing
  • His heart fluttered watching you so carefree
  • He couldn’t help but lower his umbrella and join you
  • You two are dancing and he starts singing
  • He’s so caught up in the moment that he spins you around and dips you
  • There is a moment where everything just freezes and you hear nothing but the rain thundering against the pavement and your heart thundering against your chest
  • Zen leans down and kisses you right then and there
  • He pulls you back up and you two share a laugh
  • He ruffles your soaked hair a bit before taking your hand
  • “Let’s go get dried off before you get sick, hmm?”


  • You two were waiting for Driver Kim to come pick you up from somewhere
  • Neither one of you expected the heavy downpour
  • Before Jumin can make a move to cover you, you’re dashing away from him, spinning happily in the open rush of water
  • He’s calling out to you at first with some soft scolding, since he was so worried you’d get sick
  • Of course, you couldn’t hear him over the storm
  • But then he watched you for a few moments longer and how you just danced
  • You just seemed so carefree in that moment
  • Still, he doesn’t want you more soaked than you already are
  • He shrugs off his jacket and goes over to you, throwing it over the both of you
  • You pout a little, claiming you were just having some fun
  • He just smiles before pressing a light kiss to your lips
  • He leans forward by your ear, and you’re preparing to hear something sweet and romantic
  • But instead…
  • “Make sure you take extra Vitamin C tonight. It would be upsetting if I couldn’t see you for a few days.”
  • You just have to laugh before you two duck for cover in a nearby building


  • You two were taking a casual stroll in the park
  • And since neither of you bothered to check the weather, the heavy rain caught you by surprise
  • You take cover in an empty gazebo
  • Saeyoung breaks out into the song from The Sound of Music, “You are 16 going on 17”
  • And of course, you join along and recreate the dance on the benches
  • But the rain starts coming down harder and you can’t resist
  • You run out into the downpour and start dancing there
  • Despite the cold wind biting at his damp skin, warmth spreads from his chest to his fingertips 
  • You just look so bright
  • He just rushes after you, and you think you he’s going to drag you back under the gazebo
  • But instead, he cups your face and crashes his lips against yours
  • He pulls away, blushing a bit, “I–er–always wanted to do that.”
  • You stay out there a little longer, and by the time you get home you both are already sniffling
  • You two get a really bad cold, and Saeran is ticked that he has to take care of everything around the house now

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liathcat  asked:

Ladynoir and 21? Pretty please?

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” 

Ladybug found herself laughing at the sheer incredulity in her partner’s voice as she danced backwards into the downpour. “C’mon Chat, live a little!”

When she looked back, Chat was still standing under the overhang she’d left him in, wearing an expression that quite clearly said, but rain.

Cats would be as cats would be, she supposed, and closed her eyes as she tilted her head back, welcoming the fresh spring shower on her face.

There was something very settling about thunderstorms.

She stumbled back to where Chat was waiting when she’d finally had her fill, shaking out her hair and shivering pleasantly.

“Ready to g—” she started, and then looked up and found her breath stuttering to a halt in her chest.

He was just… looking at her, an awed little smile hovering over his lips.

For one long breathless moment, she was absolutely certain he was about to kiss her.

And then he coughed and glanced away, face falling into something a little more normal.

“Back to patrol?”

Ladybug took a moment to breathe away the disappointed ache in her chest.

“…Back to patrol,” she agreed, mouth tingling with loss of contact it had never had.

♡ 170512 | Produce 101 Episode 6 NU’EST Summary

Today’s episode, the boys had to choose a position to compete in between Vocal, Rap, and Dance. Minhyun, Ren, and Baekho chose Vocal while JR chose rap. Minhyun chose Downpour (I.O.I), Baekho and Ren chose Playing with Fire (Blackpink), and JR chose Fear (Mino). 

During practice, Sewoon and Baekho had some disagreements and struggled to work together. Baekho was chosen as center for the group, while Sewoon was chosen as leader. 

JR helped Guanlin perfect his rapping, placing a pencil in his mouth and making him perform the rap to improve his diction/pronunciation. 

JR rapped about his struggles as a leader of NU’EST, bringing tears to the audience, including ex-labelmate Kahi. 

When the performance was over, the boys went to see their scores. JR was upset, having messed up a portion of his rap. However, he ultimately ended up scoring 1st out of everyone in his group. JR began to cry and apologized. Moonbok wrapped him in a hug to comfort him. 

Another peek into the practice sessions, Sewoon and Baekho seemed to patched things up and were able to work together. Baekho’s signature laugh even made it into the edit. 

Baekho and Ren’s group performed a very vibrant, passionate, and sexy version of Playing with Fire. Ren especially seemed to be “on fire” for the performance, clearly enjoying himself. 

Backstage, the boys discovered that Ren received 4th and Baekho 2nd in their votes. Despite ranking in last, Ren seemed happy for his team; he was all smiles and the boys performed well together. 

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC/reader playing in the rain? (Jumping in puddles, running/dancing around in the middle of a huge downpour, that sort of thing)


  • Hesitant at first but playing along eventually. Actually, let’s be real, he’s likely the one who’s initiated it in the first place.
  • Actual 5 year old, trying hard to cover up and seem responsible, but he’s the one jumping around way more eager than they are, in fact.
  • Making sure that MC doesn’t slip. Then he slips himself.
  • Catches a cold the next day. It was totally worth it though.


  • “You’re gonna catch a cold, MC…” Worried Mother™
  • But it looks like fun.
  • If MC happens to grab her by the hand and drag her into the rain, she’ll give in.
  • And she wear the brightest smile. There literally is no need for a sun anymore at all.
  • Making sure there’s warm tea and dry clothes once they get back home.


  • Loves watching MC dance around in the rain.
  • That is until he hugs them from behind and wraps them in his jacket, not wanting them to catch a cold.
  • He lives for the cheesy typical kiss in the rain movie aesthetic.
  • It’s sort of awkward in real life, usually, but it still has something magical about it.


  • Watches MC from a safe distance. But does so with the hint of a smile on his lips.
  • He doesn’t want to get wet because of the rain himself (what are you Jumin, a cat?)
  • Claims it’s because he doesn’t want to ruin his expensive suit.
  • Boy, we know you just don’t like rain. Admit it.
  • Insists they take a warm bath once they’re home to make sure they don’t get sick.


  • Hell YES! He’ll join for sure, no doubt about it, immediately, at once, right away, absolutely!!!
  • In fact picks up MC and carries them bridal style or gives them a piggy back ride through the rain.
  • Them holding their hands together and spinning around in a circle. Like what are you, elementary school students?
  • Convince me this is not going to end in a mud fight. I dare you.


  • Obviously, taking hundreds of photographs of it. He needs to savior the moment.
  • The protective angelic boyfriend that pulls out the huge umbrella, which he still would offer solely to them.
  • The protective angelic boyfriend that would literally take off his coat and put it over a puddle so they wouldn’t have to walk through the dirt.
  • He’s always loved the sound of rain but having MC be so excited about it makes him hope for even the slightest drizzle a lot more often.
  • Drying them with a towel and giving them 500 layers of blankets + cuddles to warm up afterwards.


  • Initially, he thinks it’s silly to get excited about something as common and gross on top of that as rain.
  • Like, honestly, who enjoys voluntarily getting cold and soggy and wet?
  • That is until MC grabs his hand and wants him to try running around himself.
  • It’s like he can revise a part of his childhood and finally live the fun he’s missed out on.
  • Letting out shouts of freedom, well deserved so to release some damn stress.

panic! at the disco lyrics + dance

not what you needed.

Member: Min Yoongi

Genre: Angst(of course), fluff?? Kinda??? Badboy!Yoongi, soulmate!au

Word Count: 2,666

A/N: Tbh there will be a lot of Yoongi and Kook fics, bc their by bias and bias wrecker, and I feel a bit more confident writing with them. (And my writings kinda fit their “personalities”, since y’all know my stories ain’t all sunshine and fluffy unicorns and rainbows.) The thing with this au is that instead of your soulmate’s first words spoken to you, it’s their last so you’ll never know if they were the one until you loose them. SO THIS MEANS MORE ANGST YAYYYY THERE WILL BE A FUCK TON OF THIS TOO!!!!! And this also means I’m still not doing the ones I said I would. Great. AND I’M STILL DOWN FOR YOUR GUYS’ REQUESTS!!!!

      Song I based this off of here. (EDEN - drugs)

      Those three words. Those three words that tortured you. Those three words that were etched into your skin, the ink drowned out by the other paintings all across your body. Those three words that follow you everywhere, reminding you that any love you have, might not be the one.

      Just let go.

      They were lost in the other tattoos on your body, but it was still there. On the right side of your neck, next to the image of a band-aid. Everyone else’s were, “I love you”, or, “Never forget me, okay?”. But not yours. It looked like everyone watched you, pitiful eyes staring at those three little words. So you stayed away from people, living a carefree life, trying to forget how cursed you were to society. You knew your own words were placed on someone’s body, dragging them down with you. You followed you own path, ignoring everyone’s comments on how sorry they were. Don’t be fucking sorry, live your own picture perfect life, with your two kids and white picket fence. I’m not letting three words control what I do.

      If only you knew that made it worse.

      It was the first day of winter break for college, and for the people staying here, there was a party being thrown. You lived on the other side of the country and, quite frankly, hated your family. They always set these low standards for you, all because of those damn words. How do they know you won’t live happily ever after? So, you moved as soon as you could. Got into a nice college, met some nice people, and got a nice job. All is going well, and you honestly don’t listen to the commentary you get.

      You headed over to the frat with your friends, Hoseok and Namjoon, walking down the middle of the streets with them. Coming up to the building, the bass was beating through the walls, drunks already fucking around on the front lawn. There were colored lights flooding through the windows, silhouettes of jumping bodies visible from your placement on the street. Sharing a look with the both of your friends, you lead the way inside of the cramped building. Weaving past people, you made your way up the stairs to the balcony. There was your friend, Seokjin, having an uncomfortable conversation with a drunk girl. His head shot up to look at you three, his lips moving to form the words, “please, get this bitch off me.”

      “Seokjin! There you are. We’ve been looking for you.” Namjoon said, leading your group up and shoving past the girl pressing against your friend. Stumbling back, the girl clumsily disappeared down the stairs.

      “I honestly don’t see how you always get yourself caught up with girls.” You say, sipping from a cup you picked up along the way.

      He scoffs, leaning against the wall. “Neither do I…” Seokjin was your old friend, who’s already out of school. He’s working for a model industry, and always gets dragged back to the college parties by a majority of the classes. He’s a pop, but a sweet one. You’ve always admired him for who he really is.

      Two hours and three beers pass, and the bodies around you are finally calming down. Or passing out. You didn’t really care to notice. Because you eyes had been locked with that of a stranger’s. A stranger with a head of blonde hair, and piercings everywhere that glimmered in the flashing lights. A stranger with an ice cold stare, but a smirk placed on his pale pink lips. A stranger with tattoos crawling up his neck, spreading over his knuckles, which are scarred red. Fights, you presume.

      “Bad choice, (Y/N).” Looking up to see Seokjin’s eyes casting to the man you were looking at, you glanced back to where he previously was. He was already gone. “You know when the party got suddenly silent? That’s ‘cuz he got here. Min Yoongi. He’s dangerous (Y/N), watch out for him. He won’t stop if he’s got his eyes on you.”

       Staring at the empty space, you tilted your head. “What’s his mark?”

      “No one knows.” With a sigh, he pats you on the shoulder and gives you a worried look. “Just… Don’t do anything crazy, okay?” As you nodded, he smiled and slithered off through the crowd to get another bottle.

      By three A.M, you decided you should head home. Walking down the sidewalks, you tightened your grip around your leather jacket. You didn’t live in a bad part of town, you could say, but all parts were bad at this time. The roaring of engines passed you, cars speeding down the empty streets, racing as fast as their modified engines could go. You had watched some street races, but it wasn’t any fun unless you were in the driver’s seat. All known from personal experience.

      “I guess I expected you to be in one of the cars. Well, I must say, you’re full of surprises.” Whipping your head around, you were met with those same dark eyes. It was him.

      “And I thought you would be shoving your tongue down a girl’s throat.” Turning on your heel, you heard a deep, gravely laugh come from him. His footsteps followed you as you walked, the heavy sound irritating you. Sucking in a breath, you turned and grabbed him by the front of his jacket. “Look darling, I suggest you stop following me before I stick a knife in your gut.”

      He let out a breathy chuckle, closing his eyes and holding his hands up in defense. “I’m helping you, darling. I’m making sure no one rapes you.” He pulled himself from your grasp, motioning for you to go forward. “But if you insist, I’ll head home now. Goodbye (Y/N).” His smirk made a presence again, and he turned and walked the other direction.

      You never told him your name.

      By the time spring rolled around, you had ran into Yoongi many more times than planned. Upon further inspection, you found out that he was a well known senior, a music major. His parents were killed when he was young, and he lived on the streets for a while. Someone rich found him, heard his music, and got hooked. Hence his ability to get into a nice college. He was a player, breaking girls’ and boys’ hearts for years. And yet he’s still got one of the biggest reputations on campus.

      It was a dark, rainy day when you encountered him. The day where everything had changed. You two had somehow got this whole, “I hate you but I don’t, so come over for pizza but you’re paying” relationship going. He had told you to meet at a cafe with him, for your daily arguments to wake the both of you up. Today’s topic was… Unusual.

      “What if we’re soulmates?” His proclamation caused you to spit out your black coffee, the liquid dripping down your chin.

      “There’s no way in hell that I would ever get with you.” He laughs, that rare and beautiful smile spreading over his features.

      “So you’re saying that the times where we made out in the corner of kitchens at parties, and those times where I fucked you, were all accidents?”

      Fuck. He got you there. Nothing had really changed, no dates or anything, you two were basically friends with benefits. There was always the occasional flings with each other, and the drunk kisses at parties, because hey there’s a creep over there staring at me we’re gonna kiss now. Well, at least that’s your excuse. It’s usually because you just wanna kiss him. “Fuck yourself and die in a hole.”

      He laughs again, his smirk clear on his face even from behind his cup. “What ever you say darling. What I’m saying, is that normal people still wouldn’t be talking to each other. You threatened to fucking stab me when we first met. If that doesn’t scare someone off, I don’t know what would.”

      “It’s probably just because we’re both ignorant assholes who hate everyone here. Except for a few people.”

      “Just let me prove my point!” You laughed, and leaned back, nodding for him to continue. “I’m just saying, that if I was any normal person that night, I would’ve said the words on your neck. But I didn’t. Make sense?”

      You knew that was definitely a possibility, you just didn’t want to believe it. Him? You told yourself that there was no way, even if he was hot and really sweet to you. Well, sweet in his own way. “Sure babe. Totally.”

      Totally was right.

       Once you both finished at the cafe, he walked with you around town.  You were someone who loved the rain, so you ran out and danced in the downpour while Yoongi was dragging his feet behind you. Which ended with him hugging you when you refused to stay under the umbrella

      “Yoongi, what the hell are you doing…” 

      He laughed, the sound vibrating against you, the feeling sending shivers down your spine. “I’m making sure you don’t get sick. Or too wet. Because that’s my job.” You roll your eyes and he laughed, a quiet, pervert slipping your lips. He took you to hang out at his apartment for some movies, and for you to possibly kidnap Holly again. In your defense, you didn’t know that the little pup was sleeping in your bag as you left last time. Let’s just say Yoongi didn’t talk to you for a week after that incident.

      Throwing open the door to his apartment, you kicked off your soaked shoes and fell onto his couch. “Get your soggy ass off of my couch and go change into one of my shirts, I’m not washing those damn cushions again.” He kicks you off of the couch, your frame landing face first on the carpet. Sighing, you heaved yourself up and walked down the hall to his room to find something. Opening the door, you were met with an eager Holly jumping all over you.

      “AHHH HI BABYYYY I MISSED YOU!!!!!” Leaving kisses all over her face, you ruffled her fur and went to find your favorite shirt of his in his closet. You changed into an old ripped up and bleached black shirt, and walked back out to where he was seated. He looked up at you from the TV and rolled his eyes, sitting up so there’s room on his lap for you. 

      “I give you the chance to change into my clothes, and you pick something like that?” Sitting on his lap, you made sure to drop onto him hard enough to hurt him, dick or not.

      Laughing at his strangled yelp, you squirmed and made yourself comfortable, curling up under the blanket spread over top of you both. “You have no right to critique me on my fashion sense. Almost everything you own is ripped.” Looking back at the screen, you both watched The Corpse bride on Netflix before dozing off in his arms. You couldn’t help but notice the way your heart tugged when he would subtly compliment you, or the heat that rose throughout your body from that night on. You had fallen in love with Min Yoongi.

      Four years later, you two had been dating and took the world by surprise. Scratch that, universe. You found yourself thinking more and more about his mark, that was probably effecting you more than him. I can’t love myself if I can’t love you.

      You found out that those words weren’t really the tattoo he told everyone about, but in fact, his mark. You really hoped that he wasn’t your soulmate now, just so that you wouldn’t have to think of hurting him in that way. You played out every scenario in your mind, thinking of how or why either of you would use those phrases in an argument that could lead to no words ever being spoken between you two again.

      You didn’t plan out that it would happen today. Today was one of those days, where you pushed anything bad out of your mind and just focused on the tasks  at hand. It was one of those days where the memory of both of your marks was completely stripped clean.

      You had made some dinner for him, the delicious smell filling up the entirety of your shared apartment. You knew how hard he had been working at his studio, the process draining all energy from his body. As soon as you finished, you plated everything and went to go sit on the steps outside. You had tamed a few strays, so you sat there, playing with the slim and scrawny cats, feeding them some old scraps. Next time you check, it’s midnight. Where is he…? You thought, your eyes looking around the streets in front of you. There, you saw the figure of a tired man, trudging his way home. The figure of the man you called yours.

      Standing, you jogged over to him, a worried smile on your lips. “Hey baby… Come in, we’ll get you relaxed.” Walking straight past you, he didn’t bother to even spare you a glance. You knew something was up; he never did that. Following him, you lightly placed your hand on his shoulder, only to have it shoved off.

      “Don’t fucking touch me.” His voice was dangerously low, the sound striking your body with panic. And, of course, you just had to argue. Because that’s what the two of you did.

      “What the actual fuck, Yoongi? What’s wrong?”

      “You, (Y/N), you’re what’s wrong. Your always being super distant one second, and then clinging onto me for your damn life. You don’t know how to let go, you think that this needs to work. And, in all honestly, I’m just saying what I need to say. Because I don’t have anything for you.” His voice falls at the end, cracks spreading over his words like wildfire. His eyes show his torn heart, they show how it cracks, the pieces just slipping through your fingers. You weren’t fast enough.


      “Stop, (Y/N), don’t try.”

      “Yoongi, without you I’m fucking nothing. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were gone, I just need you happy. I know it sounds selfish, but I need you to love. I can’t love myself if I can’t love you.” Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your chest ablaze from holding back your sobs.

      “This isn’t you, and you know it. I won’t say shit, because I know I’m a mess. And I’m whatever you want, but never what you need. Especially when you need me. So, please (Y/N)… Just let go.” He didn’t even look at you as he turned, heading to cross the street. You realized the last words you two had shared, desperate to change them. But no one can rewrite fate.

      Your voice ripped through the air, the call of his name loud enough to shatter glass. But you were too late.


      The sound of his body being thrown against a windshield cracked through the sounds of squealing rubber. Your eyes were locked with a stranger’s, a stranger of whom you loved, laying lifelessly on the road, blood coloring over his pale skin. A stranger who’s head of bleached blonde hair was slowly reddening. A stranger with piercing covered with a crimson red liquid. A stranger who’s pale pink lips were slowly loosing color, as scarlet fell from them and pooled onto the ground. Your eyes were locked with that of a stranger’s, who’s glassy eyes were staring out at you as a singular tear dripped into a puddle of blood forming just underneath his head.

      The stranger you once knew was dead.

I find that the storm gets darker when I’m standing out of the downpour
—  I’ve fallen deeply in love with dancing in the rain
Dancing in the Downpour (Phil Lester)


Hello this is my first Phil Lester fanfiction, I really hope that you enjoy it and I am slowly making my way through the list of fics that I am looking forward to writing. This was really fun to write and I am actually really proud of this one do thank you for requesting it! Requests are always appreciated however if they take longer for me to get to them quickly its because I am busy and a bit lazy so apologies however i try to write them to the best of my abilities as quickly as I can as well :)

Requested by: crybaby-cries-alot

I hope you dont mind that i changed it a little to your request however I am proud of the way that it turned out and I hope that you like it too!

Words: 1,800+



its a warm Sunday morning and Phil and I have just woken up after a long good night sleep. It is Spring and we are currently still lying in bed the both of us too weary to get out of bed and prepare for the day, however at the rate that this is going it doesnt look like a lot will be happening in the near future. I peer to my right and see my beautiful boyfriend lying next to me awake, dreary, but awake. I continue to stare lovingly over at Phil and take in his features that are lit up by the orange tinge that illuminates our surroundings. His dark locks had been pushed back on top of his head giving him a dark ruffled quiff. Though it was early his eyes still sparkled in the light (that was mainly coming from the glare on his phone), clouds of grey and blue enticing me even more everytime I see them. Moreover, it was hard for me to get a proper glimpse at his eyes when he had his dark frames carefully balanced on the bridge of his nose that were enabling him to read and absorb his twitter feed. He was wearing plain black top that he accidentally ordered in multiple sizes too big for him, and Phil being Phil he couldnt be bothered to send it back, I suppress a chuckle as I think back to the memory of Phil putting on that top for the first time. The clothing had hung low around his neck, the sleeves and the bottom of the top as well.

“Y/N you should really try and make your staring less obvious.” Phil says not taking his eyes off of his phone however he was grinning in pride that he had been able to catch you in the act.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” I say trying to act innocent and brush off what he said. I turn my attention back to my phone hoping he would drop the subject. It must have been no more than 13 seconds afterwards when i felt the bed shuffling and the duvet was being pulled and tugged around all over the place.

“What on earth are you doing Phil?”

Phil didnt reply to me he just showed me when his head was placed on my stomach. He took a few more tries to get the position that he was comfortable in just right. His long legs that were being covered in his cookie monster pyjama trousers were dangling over the end of the bed.

“I have been with you for so long and I have that it is best to just not ask questions” I say laughing and shaking my head and my silly boyfriend.

“I love you Y/N” Phil had a wide grin spread across his face and was looking up at me with tired eyes.

“I love you too Phil”

There is a pause for a while where we both focus all our attention on our devices present until Phil chirps up.

“So what do you want to do today?” Phil asks

“I dont know, how about we go into London and get some lunch?”

“Sound good to me”

**Some time later**

We had eaten lunch at a small cafe that we had found in a small back alley in Islington and we were walking hand in hand through the street, we were surrounded by busy shoppers and commuters. When suddenly Phil stops in his tracks.

“Y/N, do you know what day it is today?”

“Yes Phil it is Thursday the 13th of Apr-”

I cut myself off and looked at Phil and he looked at me grinning, how had we not remembered.

“Its our 1 year anniversary and we completely forgot about it” Phil says trying to conceal his laughter.

It was typical that the two most forgetful and clumsy people ever had forgotten that it was a special day that marked one year that they had been together. it was at that moment when the pair of us were unable to contain our laughter for any longer and we stood there, in the street, on our one year anniversary and I was happy and content.

Phil suggested that we go on a small walk around a park that isnt too far from the flat, much to my protests about the the gloomy weather that was looming up ahead, however Phil persisted and we were now in a green park that was rather busy with families with their smaller children. You have to watch your step because of you are careless or not looking properly then you are risking kicking a small child. these factors are intensified when you are a 6ft 3 male who is also a massive clutz, i am constantly re directing phil and having to go “watch out” before he knocks an excitable toddler flying.

it is around 4:30 in the afternoon and me and Phil are now sitting on the swings of the park that earlier on in the day would have been infested with giddy young children. However, now in the early evening it had been inhabited by two lovesick grown up who were competing on how high they could swing on the swings.

The families have fled, I believe this is due to the fact that there is a daunting dirty grey cloud that is sneaking closer to us quicker than we both anticipated.

“Phil as much as I would love to sit here on the swings all day with you I do think that we should make our way home as I don’t fancy getting caught up in that rain that is getting closer to us” I tell Phil, however he doesnt seem to want to move.

“Let’s stay”

He catches a glimpse of the unimpressed look on my face

“Not for long though” 

he corrects himself and I nod in response thinking about how when we return home we will be soaked through our clothing. Phil grins, takes my hand with his large one and drags me over to the rather tall metal slide that remind me of days out to the park as a child.

I called it. Five minutes after I suggested we make our way home it starts to rain, this is not the sort of rain that would create a light pitter-patter sound on the roof that could be counted as somewhat relaxing, however this was the kind of rain that frustrates you and disturbs your television experience forcing you to turn it up over the trashing sound that can be heard a mile away. 

“Phil I told you it would rain and now look at us” I exclaim standing in a children’s play area in the middle of London at about 5 O’clock on the afternoon.

Phil doesn’t say a word just walk over to me with water dripping down his chiseled face, he brings his hands up to place them on my cheek brushing away some of the damp loose hairs as he does so. The tension builds as I wait for him to remove the space that was between us that felt like miles. We have kissed many times before but this one felt as though it was going to be different, it felt like all the emotions in our relationship were all going to be communicated through this one illuminating kiss.

Then he does it. the gap has been filled by the collision of our soft lips moulding together to create one. If feels like the first time we kissed again, who knew that two intimate body parts colliding could create such a rush of emotions and memories fill your body making you feel whole and pure. I was taken back to that night, that night on the sofa where Phil was desperate to kiss me however he was to nervous to make the first move, but when he did it I thought that that kiss would be the best kiss I have ever had in my life. It has been, until today, until now. It is similar to our first kiss however this one contains so much more passion, emotion and lust. This kiss communicated how much our love for eachother has grown and adapted to each others needs over time. That for me was special.

We pull away. then just as I think that the tender moment between us was over, the one that left me wondering if Phil was experiencing the same lust and emotions as I was had ended I notice that Phil has extended his palm to me as  a gesture for me to take it.

What was he doing? 

Phil noticed how hesitantly I have reacted and spoke up.

“Trust me Y/N”

And I do, I trust Phil with all my heart and I cant see me living in a world without Phil, and for that to be a figment of my imagination there needs to be trust.

I grab his strong hands that I trust with every inch of my body then instantaneously I am twirled around on the spot, I was shocked at the action from both parties.  it was unlike Phil to pursue such a vulnerable gesture however it was unlike myself to participate in the action itself. Embarrassment curses through my veins.

“Phil what are you doing people will see us?” I scold him, the embarrassment and lack of self esteem fuels through my body at an alarming rate. Only a minute ago I was relaxing my body into Phils delicate kiss now I am tense and ashamed about dancing in the rain where other members of the general public will see me.

“Who cares Y/N, its our anniversary live a little” Phil encourages me by pulling my soaked body closer to his chest and plays with my hands gently.

“I’m not too sure Phil, people will stare at us”

“So what if they stare they can stare all they like and even if people do stare I don’t think you have much to worry about considering the only people that I can see are currently leaving the park.”

 I turn and see that Phil was right I see a what I can only assume is a father who is pushing a pram at great speed whilst attempting to usher a couple of toddlers in the right direction and out of the downpour.

“Fuck it” I curse and grabs Phil’s hand and we dance together in the pouring rain, all our worries and cares had been washed away by the rain water and we are hear frolicking in a childs play area in a freezing shower of rain. As Phil spins me around again straight into a puddle I think for the second time today that I am happy and content where I am right now with who I am right now.

toomuchtrash  asked:

heyo, 7 and 21 please ❤️ thank youuu

7. If you could save one eliminated trainee (not problematic one’s ty) who would you choose?

answered in the last ask :)

21. Who’s the most underrated trainee rn?

personally i think park woojin, sungwoon and taehyun. there a lot of underrated trainees when it comes to rap, dance and vocals individually and these three are already acknowledged really well in their respective positions (woojin in rapping and dancing, taehyun ranking first in the dance position eval, sungwoon and his vocals in downpour) but the thing about these three is that they’re really stable as all rounders as well and i honestly want to see them debut in the top 11.

also i know samuel isn’t underrated since he has a lot of international fans and kfans also know that he’s talented (they just don’t vote for him for some reason which is hahaha wtf is wrong with y’all) but i really hope his ranks rise again soon cause his rank right now just doesn’t make sense (to me at least)

@crollalanzaa tagged me to post my 10 most listened to songs..! [mario voice] here we go!!

  1. Eve 6 - Think Twice (and yes, Buffy x Spike amvs play in my head every time I hear it. IT GETS ME FOCUSED THOUGH)
  2. Panic! At The Disco - The Calendar (the song I played on repeat while writing Best Friends)
  3. The Weepies - Orbiting 
  4. Fleetwood Mac - I Don’t Want To Know
  5. Panic! At The Disco - New Perspective
  6. Ellie Goulding - Goodness Gracious (DANCE DANCE DANCE)
  7. Fall Out Boy - Favorite Record
  8. Panic! At The Disco - Northern Downpour (x)
  9. Neko Case - This Tornado Loves You
  10. Yazoo - Only You

There are a lot of songs I don’t have in my iTunes but listen to on repeat on youtube, or car CDs, but these are my most listened to iTunes ones! Tagging @radishlyloving, @empresstress13, @wardsarefunctioning, @mahkage, @believeinthe13, @prismos, @anywayimnikki if they want! Tag me so I can check it out, but no pressure if you don’t c:

An LDR Playlist
  1. Beside You - 5 Seconds of Summer
  2. Wouldn’t it be Nice - The Beach Boys
  3. Wherever You Go - A Rocket to the Moon
  4. You’re my Best Friend - Jason Reeves
  5. Something I Need - OneRepublic
  6. The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra
  7. Still Into You - Paramore
  8. Shut Up and Dance - Walk the Moon
  9. She Looks So Perfect - 5 Seconds of Summer
  10. Northern Downpour - Panic! At the Disco
  11. God Gave Me You - Blake Shelton

vvintersouldier  asked:

8,19,24, & 25 with Bucky please! Congrats on your milestone love! You're the greatest 😍❤️❤️

A/N: Thank you darling, I hope you enjoy!! xo

Prompt: Sometimes you just need a little assurance when it comes to believing that someone might return your feelings..

8. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
19. “Is that my shirt?”
24. “Kiss me.”
25. “Did I just say that out loud?”

Pairing: BuckyXreader

Warning: None, I think


Originally posted by teamcaptainstucky

You could feel the clouds moving in and casting a shadow over you as you walked through the field, after yet another successful mission with Bucky. For a moment everything seemed to be quiet before a silver light danced over the sky and the downpour started, followed by the thrilling sound of the thunder. You let the raindrops tickle your face, basking in the sensation that it provided as it cleansed your face.

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Carried with her as her ship sailed

Her dreams were simple,
Admirable, possible,
All she needed,
Was to try,
And to feel,
With a sweet smile,
Pushing off from reality,
Away from her dreams,
Into her sea, I believed,
She could dance on the horizon,
Yet storms brewed,
Tears like downpours fell,
Lightning was the loss of light,
From her eyes,
Thunder echoed as her sobs,
And I watched,
As she drowned, amidst her ships wreckage,
Never able to swim outside of,
Her mind’s shallows,
She went under quickly,
Never waving goodbye.

07•16•2017. A Letter to Zeus

O Father Zeus, King of the Gods, God of Thunder, Faithful Protector and Just Father, I Adore You.
It’s storming tonight, and I am overwhelmed with love and adoration for You and Your wonders! If it were safe to, I would go out and dance in the downpour and sing highest praises to You.
It’s so loud and when it thunders I can almost hear Your hearty laughter. It’s a beautiful sound! ❤
Glory be unto You, [Wielder] of the Lightningbolt! Glory be unto the King of the Gods!

[From my devotional journal. It’s monsoon season in Arizona, and it’s raining hard tonight. Westward winds pound the rain against the front wall of my house.
I spelled “wielder” as “weilder” in my actual journal. In pen. Oh well. Zeus knows what I meant.
I’ve been looking forward to a storm since the monsoon season began. And tonight I am having such a good time. ❤]

[This is ok to reblog btw!!]

The Dragon She Met

Here is my Nalu week entry! finally! I’m late and I apologize, but, come on, most people are late like me so blegh. anyways, This fic was BETAed by @x-benihime , my senpai. It’s fluffy, and kinda cannon/fantasy Au, I guess??? well, I hope you guys like it!

Rated: K

Pairing: NaLu

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2660

Summary: Given heartbreaking news from her father, Lucy wanders into the forest, crying in her pain. soon, she finds herself with no way back, and thus seeks shelter inside a cave. never would she have expected to meet a real Dragon, who seemed more infuriating than menacing or threatening.

The tears dripping from her cheeks would not stop no matter how many times Lucy tried to wipe them away. Her sleeves were soaked by now, tinged by the sadness accumulated in the girl. Scrapes and bruises decorated her porcelain skin, but it did not even begin to compare to the wrenching pain smothering her heart.

It felt as though one had dug their claws into her chest, ever so present as it pressed on, intensifying into unbearable pain. Sobs soon began erupting from her throat, yet she fought them back as well as she was capable of.

Despite her agony’s evident reality, the realization of what transpired had only but begun dawning upon her. She still could not quite believe what she had seen and been told.

After moments of heart weighing tears and hiccups, Lucy finally found the strength to stop. She released a steadying breath then and sat down on a fallen trunk behind her. Her gaze roamed swiftly around, and her heart dropped as her location came clear—a meadow in the forest. Lucy would have been satisfied with this turn of events if the path home was not beyond her knowledge.

Desperate, she stood. She swiftly observed her surroundings, seeking the dirt road she had previously taken. However, her efforts were in vain; her mind had been too confused to think of anything but running. The slashes on her skin proved it; she had fallen on countless occasions during the way, tripping over root and boulder alike and running into dangerous brambles and bushes. She could only hope nothing had been poisonous.

Her hands shot down to grasp the material of her dress, unwavering as she ripped it to shreds. The action vented some of her sorrows and anger, but that hadn’t been her objective. The silky material had already been torn by various branches, and it drained far too much effort to simply run.

With a determined nod to herself, Luy broke into a sprint towards the direction she thought right. She ran and ran, hopping over small animals standing in her path. Dust rose under the impact of her feet, shifting in the air behind her. She ignored it, though, and pressed on.

The light maneuvering among filters of leaves above her head soon began dimming, weakening. Heart pounding at the base of her throat. Breathing becoming harder. Panic was clinging to her and she knew it. Despite that, she still did her best to keep a calculating mind over the situation. If she lost reason, she would be stuck here for much longer, or worse—she would die. Whether it be at the hands of wild animals, or starvation over time, neither seemed appealing.

After what seemed like ages of pointless running, Lucy found her will faltering. Her knees buckled beneath her and she did not resist as her frame landed against a tree. Each gush of air that escaped her made her chest rise dramatically.

Tears stung her eyes once more, and Lucy did not bother to attempt to fight back this time. She was exhausted. But the reason for her fatigue was not solely from running. The new she’d been given rang in her ears.

Lucy shook her head.

No reason to dwell on such thoughts now. She had more pressing matters at hand, such as the distant rumbling of the skies. Gulping, Lucy twisted in the direction of the thunder. Her blood ran cold as she saw the brewing storm. In her desperate state, she had not seen the skies darken, nor felt the growing gale.

Cursing at her predicament under her breath, Lucy stood. She ran her tongue over her dry lips in thought and concluded there was no hope of finding her way back before the storm struck. She would need to find a place to rest in the forest.

And thus, the search began.

By the time Lucy had found the mouth of a cavern, scarce drops of water had begun descending from the heavens above. The wind was ruthless as it swiped at the land. The trees around Lucy bent to angles she could have sworn would make the trunk snap in half. Loud crashes had filled the distant atmosphere, the blonde tensing every time it clapped its power.

She sighed in relief when she stepped within the mouth of the natural structure. Instantly, as if on cue, the rain outside intensified to a downpour, twirling in the dancing wind. She gave it one last glance, then walked further into the darkened cave.

She squinted down at the length of the tunnel before her. She knew not what she should do, but she was aware that standing and waiting for the rain to dissipate would not only be boring but would surely force her thoughts back to the reason for which she had been thrown into this situation.

Therefore, she swallowed the lump in her throat and strode in. contrary to her expectations, there was an exit. The tunnel segued into an enormous chamber, lit by torches on all along the sides. The outer ground, near the walls, were littered with gems and stones. In the center, as though a spinning vortex, streams of molten gold flowed,  spiraling into a common center, woven and intertwined.

The place smelt like rock and ash, but it did not bother Lucy as much as she would have thought a smell such as this would. The air itself was hot, yet rather cozy.

“What is this…” Lucy breathed in wonder and awe, not expecting the answer that came.

“My hoard,” a voice answered, and Lucy screamed, whirling in its direction.

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