gah rain

anonymous asked:

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” + "Kiss me." for jikook

prompt 21 & 13: “kiss me.” & “ We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

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

It was indeed a strange feeling.

The rain was pouring in a steady, rhythmic flow, yet somewhere in the near distance, the sounds of the birds chirping could be vividly heard amidst the gentle, almost soothing rumbling of thunder. The fresh smell of the downpour seemed more fragrant than ever–he had never noticed the satisfying essence of nature before, not like this. It was long since Jimin could feel the dampness reaching his skin, but for some reason, all he could sense was an unusual warmth, welling from deep within his chest. 

“Jimin,” the voice called again. 

He brought his gaze back downwards, in order to properly look into the face of the person who had called his name. 

Jeon Jungkook gave him a tiny smirk.

“Quit being so dramatic,” the boy teased, though he also didn’t seem to mind their predicament. He reached out and grabbed Jimin’s hand, pulling him closer, their soggy clothes pressed up against one another.

“It’s so nice…and quiet here…” Jimin murmured, as he subtly pressed up against Jungkook’s chest, the rhythmic sound of the falling rain still resonate in his ears.

“Yeah…I guess you’re right…” Jungkook replied softly, running his fingers through the silky threads of Jimin’s wet hair.



“Kiss me.”

Their hands remained locked, as their lips touched in a gentle, kiss filled with all the tenderness and warmth that was overflowing from their hearts. The downpour only seemed to hasten, showering comfortingly upon them, sealing away the moment into the most bittersweet, profound parts of their memories forever. In this moment, where all their troubles seemed left behind, where all remained was the two of them in this world with only the sky as their witness. 

They finally pulled apart, smiling like idiots, yet still holding hands, in the middle of nowhere beneath a thunderstorm. But they didn’t care–they were truly happy, for they both felt as if they’d finally loved and lived to the fullest.

All by each other’s side.

“That was…”

“…yeah, that was amazing.”

Another rumble of thunder reminded of who they really were, and where they truly belonged in reality. 

“We should…probably get back,” said Jimin reluctantly.

Jungkook laughed as he finally realized the state of both of them. 

“I think we have a lot of explaining to do,” Jungkook said, nodding at Jimin’s wet clothes.

Jimin nodded, not letting go of Jungkook’s hand as they continued walking together down the rainy path.

“It’s fine,” he said abruptly.

“That’s what you think.”

Jimin turned to Jungkook, undoubtedly causing his heart to skip a beat as he smiled brightly, his eyes twinkling elatedly.

“What’s wrong with saying we were simply caught in the middle of a rainstorm?”

A/N: Can you tell I really like rain? ;)

 It’s also raining outside and I was listening to this so I’m awfully comfy rn… Thanks so much for this one, anon <3

send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble

“Could…could I have saved her?”

I can’t wait until I get my new fancy computer and actually give Photoshop a whirl. But here’s another piece for Casting Rain by @silverskye13/ @theblogofcastingrain

How far these poor boys have come. Let them rest!

There are a million thoughts that flood James’ mind when Lily starts singing but one quickly establishes itself as the most crucial, a nagging, persistent thing that has to be voiced when she finally raises her eyes to meet his.

“You love me?”

Lily, his beautiful, brilliant, fierce Lily, looks almost shy when she shrugs in reply. “I don’t hate you.”

Somewhere in the tiny part of his brain that still works, he realises that her words are an echo of his own from what feels like forever ago; that this must mean she has been thinking of him as much as he has of her. He can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips, can’t help staring at her and drinking her in.

When she asks to come in, he reacts as though they’ve rehearsed this a thousand times (and in a way, they have)–he steps out onto his front porch for one more kiss in the rain, only now it’s not Anne-and-Gilbert or David-and-Susan or any of the characters they’ve played.

It’s just them. James and Lily. Lily and James.

And When the Rain Falls

“…it turns to snow.”

For searlait’s book project. I’ve been wanting to play around with Elsa and rain for a while now. I like the idea of her not really being able to go out in the rain, since her powers would freeze it and wreck her clothes, or at least not being able to use her powers properly when it’s raining.