its learning to dance in the rain

Our store put these stickers up on the walls of the bathrooms, but someone stole a lot of the pieces.

So what once started out as “Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt.” and “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass its learning to dance in the rain.”

Is now:

no one’s watching.
no one’s listening.

wait for the storm.
in the rain.

anonymous asked:

How do you feel god's presence? I've never felt anything like it and i was wondering whats your personal experience

i think that culturally we sometimes hold on to a notion that confirmation of belief is always going to feel like an earth-shattering experience, an upheaval, a force so powerful it cracks our souls apart. while there are spiritual experiences such as these, i can’t say i’ve ever had one, and maybe if i do in the future how i view god will change. but for now, i see god like this:

have you ever sat in science class learning in awe about how the universe exploded all at once with a bang into being? have you ever held a nautilus shell and admired the geometric perfection of its spiral? have you ever danced barefoot in summer grass with the earth warm on your soles? have you ever laughed so hard your ribs hurt? have you ever held a boy in your arms and dreamt about what his smile might look like as you lie beside each other in the dark? have you ever walked gladly in the rain with no umbrella? have you ever bit down into the sweetness of a ripe peach? have you ever sang your heart out with the car radio on high? have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and realized that you were feeling not just okay, but good, but great?

that, to me, is god. the small, tender moments of beauty

Why Volcarona is such an Important Pkmn:

• It’s the Sun Pkmn, and it is said to replace the Sun when volcanic ash takes over the sky

• Invented Quiver Dance!

• Works in Sun & Rain (Hurricane yes)


• Should be legendary, let’s face it!

• Owns an entire castle in Unova

• Six wings :o

• Smol arms

• Only bug with wings that can learn fly!!

• Amazing helper in Pkmn breeding, it can keep your eggs warm and it can transport you anywehere around the region (Talonflame copied it)

• Used by a champion

• Also used by a Villain Boss in the manga (Ghetsis - Team Plasma)

• It appears in cold winters to save the pkmn from freezing ♥

• It can cloak itself with fire and dance gracefully to use its signature move: Fiery Dance.

• No, no one cares about its x4 weakness to rock so don’t even try

• Pretty af & should be legendary!

anonymous asked:

Hiya im so excited requests are open!! I was wondering if i could get a scenario with Obito and his so. They have to hide their relationship cause he isnt the best guy around and since hes gone all the time shes alone in his little home on the outskirts. He comes back and is worried she wants to leave him cause its so hard but she doesnt cause she loves him. NSFW or not doesnt matter..

I decided to make it kinda SFW, I hope it is okay. Now, this for obvious reasons is some kind of AU. Also, I used she/her pronouns as they were used in the ask.~Admin Night

Obito Asking His S/O to Leave Him

Originally posted by xmanani

[Name] walked back home. In her right arm swung a basket; she came from the nearest village, after buying enough supplies to live another week deep into the forest. Food was enough for her; usually, she didn’t have to worry about Obito: he disappeared behind that rippled mask and became Tobi. And that man, the leader of Akatsuki, the fake goof, the face with the red pupils and rotten heart, she didn’t know him. Some birds chirped in the distance, her steps dry and muffled against the soil.

In the village, she was known as the eremite. A crazy woman that decided to seclude herself in the woods, just appearing in society to get enough food to subsist. It was good. She knew her life was endangered if someone realized she shared her life — or at least she wished to— with an integrant and the hidden leader of a terrorist organization. Fortunately, no shinobi habited the small, secluded town, most of its population were farmers, which traveled daily to the center of the town to sell their products.

Leaves fell from the trees, as wind danced to the branches. Small pieces of green fell to the ground. A whistle traversed the forest. She had gotten used to it. Complete silence was hellish; the first days she passed alone in the little house, she was sure she would die. But with time, she learned to hear the sounds of nature. And she found comfort in them; home wasn’t just Obito’s hands, calloused and strained, but the symphony rain made when drops touched the roof, the songs of the birds in the mornings and the sonatas of crickets and owls in the middle of the night.

“Do you think he is going to come today?”

Sun percolated through the leaves, creating patches of light on the ground. She waited some seconds before answering to herself.

“I hope he comes, I want to see him again.”

There were a lot of things to be done in the day: cooking, cleaning, practicing the taijutsu Obito had taught her, tending the small garden and reading.

As the foliage became thicker and thicker, she knew she was near her house. Being sincere, she loved this life. She loved the silence and the sounds of the woods and the time she could spend on herself. Being away from society had made her think a lot, it had made her a bit of a solitaire. His little company was enough. She loved the time she had to read and garden and learn new recipes and daydream. But most than anything, she loved those scarce moments she had with him.

Just imagining him already there was enough to make her heart throb hard in her ribcage.

“I don’t think he’s here right now.”

But when she traversed her door, she saw a pair of sandals resting in the entrance. They were blue and white and long and his. A smile glued to her face. She giggled.

“Obito! You are home!”

There were so many things to be done. And she wanted to kiss him so much… Was he wearing that awful mask? Was he Tobi right now? She wanted to hug him and the tatami felt so fuzzy and where was him? In the kitchen?

“I missed you so much!”

She had known him since Konoha. Obito wasn’t the same now. In those days, he was happy and carefree; now, he always seemed afraid, a bit rude, darker.

He was in the kitchen, the light of the midday sun shining through the windows. The mask was on the counter —that meant it was Obito—, shadows reflected in his face, making the scars deeper. She stopped.  He looked at her with a sad smile.


That was his greeting. She loved how her name sounded in his deep voice. His feet were a lot firmer, resonating in the floor: a dry thump with every step. Then, Obito hugged her. He was warm and she loved him and she was so happy right now. Was he going to stay forever, this time? She wanted him forever.

[Name] coiled her arms around his neck. She could feel the skin protrude on the side of the accident. Staying like this forever. He kissed her. His lips grazed and then caressed and stroked and rubbed. Her skin was burning. Now, his hands, which traveled across her back, seemed icy cold through the fabric of the shirt. And next, she found her fingers tangling in his hair. With half-lidded eyes, the light seemed misty. His tongue touched her lips and she knew that he missed her as much as she did. She sighed his name and his tongue grazed hers. It tingled, and everything felt sunny. Cold hands touching her skin. Fingers trapped in his hair. Her forearm was grazing his scars.

He gripped her bottom. As she sat on the counter, the mask fell to the floor. Saliva fell over her chin. And everything was warm, his lips were warm, she was warm, the air was warm. Just his fingers, that made circles in her navel, were cold. Her wetness dripped into the counter. Her whole skin titillated.

Then, she didn’t felt Obito anymore. When she opened her eyelids, everything was white; but slowly, her pupils got accustomed. Where was he now? When Obito had come, he had stared at her with sad eyes.

He looked at her with sad eyes, again; whilst he lifted the orange mask from the floor.

“You have to leave.”

She concentrated in the ripples of the mask. Any glimpse of desire forgotten under a thick layer of confusion and fear. She couldn’t leave her home. He had that black cloak, the red clouds were nightmarish; it reminded her of blood and the scream of children.

“Why?” She couldn’t leave her home. Their home. “I don’t care about Akatsuki. I only care about you.”

She didn’t know what he wanted to do with the organization. But it was okay. She wanted to be with him while she could. Obito walked away from her. She watched his back.

“It’s dangerous.”

“I don’t care. I don’ care about whatever you want to do!” She screamed, her limbs tensing.

“Stop being so stubborn.” Obito retorted, also in a high volume. His voice had the ability of resonating in every room. “This world, everything is going to end. Don’t suffer here for me.”

Akatsuki, what were they doing?

His shoulders were strained. She could hear his breathing. Her feet moved, the tatami silent under her weight. She touched his back.

More tension.

“I love you. Stay with me.” He was thinking about Rin. She knew when he did. But she also knew he loved her. Tears trapped in his scars. “The world doesn’t have to end if you stay here.”

She was crying too. This was her home.

When he turned around, she expected his Sharingan. That was the easiest way of convincing her. Instead, she saw his black eyes —tears glistening in his skin— and a smile. After that, he hugged her and laughed.

“You are the only good thing in this world.”

She didn’t expect anything. He might leave tomorrow, again. But for now, being in his arms was enough.


Donald O’Connor (1925-2003)

“I was born and raised to entertain other people. I’ve heard laughter and applause and known a lot of sorrow. Everything about me is based on show business - I think it will bring me happiness. I hope so.”  


A Guide To Florida

I have a lot of friends who live in other states and countries and they ask me what it’s like living in Florida. So I have created THE ULTIMATE GUIDE OF LIVING IN FLORIDA!!!

  • Hurricanes are a joke
  • So are mosquitos
  • Mosquito repellant doesn’t work but Cortizone 10 does.
  • Not everyone lives next to Disney, SeaWorld or Busch Gardens.
  • No one outside of Miami or Orlando are Heat or Magic fans.
  • Yes we have baseball teams, and they suck
  • We also have  American football teams, they suck too
  • We also have Soccer teams, they are actually pretty good but its like being in an exclusive club if you’re a fan.
  • Despite being the most southern state, hockey seems to be the only professional sport we are good at.
  • The Tampa Bay Lightning are better.
  • If you have to drive to Tampa and its foggy out, give yourself another hour. The Skyway is probably closed.
  • Never prepare for Hurricane season, unless a hurricane is DEFINITELY going to hit us.
  • Hurricane parties are a tradition. You MUST go if you are invited.
  • No matter what the weather man says, it WILL rain today.
  • 60 degrees F is cold
  • 50 degrees F is freezing
  • Anything lower than that is absurd.
  • Sunscreen is your best friend
  • Alligators are the unofficial state animal.
  • It’s normal to see one in your pool or backyard.
  • Black racers (a type of snake) are cool, DONT KILL THEM, they are non-venomous and protect your yard from rats.
  • If you have an outdoor pool, EXPECT TO SEE FROGS.
  • Even though no one in their family has ever gone to the school, almost everyone is a FSU, UF, or USF fan.
  • Florida isn’t a ‘southern’ state like Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, etc. No one born here has a southern drawl.
  • Shorts and t-shirts is an all year outfit.
  • Miami isn’t anything like they show in the movies 335 days out of the year, the other 30 is spring break.
  • Go the day after, the parks are EMPTY!
  • Learn the stingray shuffle, IT WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE!!!
  • ^^^This isn’t a dance move, its a way to prevent being stung by a stingray while hanging out at the beach.
  • 9 times out of 10, it’s a porpoise not a dolphin.
  • If you own a surfboard, GET RID OF IT OR MOVE TO CALIFORNIA. Waves don’t exist in the Gulf of Mexico, and the waves on the east coast are nothing compared to the west coast.
  • No matter where you are, its less than two hour drive to a beach.
  • If it starts raining, don’t panic or cancel your outdoor plans, its normal.
  • The only thing you have to worry about is when its starts STORMING.
  • Tampa isn’t called the lightning capital of the world for nothing.
  • Lastly, yes, we are actually planning on separating from the U.S to form our own country. Because honestly, we do nothing.

I hoped everyone found this helpful.

Feel free to add more!!

Haikyuu!! Captains + Senior Quotes
  • Daichi: Hi hungry, I'm dad.
  • Oikawa: Hannah Montana said Nobody's Perfect, but here I am.
  • Ushiwaka: I am always promiscuous for some dank memes.
  • Kuroo: Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
  • Bokuto: "Don't put anything stupid as your senior quote." - Mom
` t a l o n s

Tobirama liked watching Madara tending to his gyrfalcons. He is an unobtrusive audience, sitting by the Uchiha’s back porch, his hands clasped on his knees, ruby eyes following every movement of the shorter man; the sway of his hair, the bounce of his heels, the arc of his arm, his hand and half of the limb concealed under gloves and wrappings of tough leather. 

He had three falcons; two gyrfalcons, Tobirama had been informed, and one, a breed whose name he always forgets, smaller than the two, but no less fierce. Madara keeps his birds not in cages, but on strategic perches, no less than a dozen, built in key places around his home, or else carved into the trunk and branches of the lone sakura tree in his backyard. 

His falcons are hooded, wearing some sort of specialized helmets, and Tobirama knows this is to calm them and help them build their focus. Madara has told him he has had up to six gyrfalcons before, and the three are all that he’s allowed to keep, what with the ordinances of Konoha. 

They’re beautiful, says Tobirama, and he means not just the deadly grace of the birds, but the way Madara handles them - how he strokes their shining feathers, or talks to them, or how pride shines fiercely in his sharingan as they come back with prize, and like this, Tobirama knows he is let into an intimate part of this spirit of fire - to see his tenderness with his companions.

The smaller falcon had an unfortunate habit of flying toward Tobirama, landing on his silver sand locks, afterward swaying side to side, left right, left right, right left, right left, stomping on his head as if marking him, or otherwise pissed with him - Tobirama cannot tell. The first time the bird did it he’d almost reached for his kunai, but now, innumerable visits later, he has learned to simply sit still, let the bird have its way on his hair, swaying to its odd stomping dance: left right, left right, right left, right left.

He never can pronounce their names.

The first time he knew there was trouble in the Uchiha, he had come unto Madara digging in his backyard, three graves. He’d found the falcons next, each wrapped in a small blanket, almost tenderly, tidied up. 

He’d offered to help but Madara refused; well until the rains came, pouring from the heavens. He’d heaped muddy earth into the graves, and Tobirama joined him under the downpour, wrapping his arms around him, a futile assurance.

You’ll be okay. I’m with you. You’ll be okay. Stay with me.

When Madara left the village, he’d left one of his falcon’s helms onto Tobirama’s desk, wrapped in brown paper, with no note. It took him some time to realize the helm belonged to the smaller falcon, that one that loved dancing on his head, Madara’s chakra faint and lingering on it, a soft good-bye. 

Tobirama felt his heart break.

As Hokage, he looks out of the window of his office now and then, but there are no falcons to be seen soaring about Konoha. Birds of prey have been outlawed completely by a new ordinance, except for summon-contract animals, on the behest of the Aburame clan and two others. 

The old bird’s helm holds a place by Tobirama’s desk, beside a framed sepia photograph of his brothers when they had been children. He still picks it up, now and then, turns it over in his hand, and sometimes he can feel memory prickling at his perception, can almost feel the ghost sensation of talons digging into his scalp, feel the rush of wings and feather in an odd dance: left right, left right, right left, right left. There is the faint squawk of a falcon in the air, but Tobirama knows it’s a ghost; the golden days are over, and his future is clouded, as murky as the waters of his heart, steeped with the promise of revenge.

New Pokemon Focus:Oricorio

Professor Huffmagic here with a look at some new pokemon for Sun and Moon

Today Pokemon  dropped a huge trailer on us, with so much newness it is going to take a bunch of posts to get through it all!

We are going to start today with one of the more interesting new Mons, but one that was overshadowed by all the amazing newness that Pokemon had in store.


Oricorio changes its form by sipping the nectar of certain flowers. Since it has four different forms—the same as the number of islands in Alola—it would seem that different Oricorio live on each of the islands.

Oricorio is a “Dancing Pokemon” with a new ability “Dancer” that will mimic effects of any dance move done in battle. That means that the nine “dance” moves can be used in doubles to turn this little dancer into a monster. The nine dance moves are: Dragon Dance, Feather Dance, Fiery Dance, Lunar Dance, Petal Dance, Quiver Dance, Rain Dance, Swords Dance, and Teeter Dance.

Now Oricorio is a unique mon in that it begins with four different forms, each ecountered on one of Alola’s islands. The hint at Darwin’s Finchs is beautiful. Each one is based off of a different style of dance, taken from cultures around the world.

Revelation Dance is a move that only Oricorio can learn, and its type changes based on Oricorio’s current style.

Baile Style


The Baile Style Oricorio is very passionate, and power fills its body when it dances. It sends downy fluff flying during its intense dances. By igniting this fluff, it can unleash a fiery dance attack.

This form is based off of the Spanish Flamenco Dancer, Baile literally being the form of Flamenco that focuses on Dance. Flamenco is a dance form that tends to be most appreciated when performed solo, and is often improvisational. (interesting note: Flamenco is highly popular in Japan, with more schools focused on it than in Spain)

The fire typing is probably due to the root of the word Flamenco, and they style itself being very fiery and passionate.

Pom-Pom Style


The Pom-Pom Style Oricorio is very friendly toward people, and it uses dancing to encourage Trainers who are feeling glum. When it dances, its feathers are charged with static electricity. It can attack with these charged feathers, and sometimes it unleashes a powerful electric shock.

Now this little zapper is probably based off of cheerleading squads and dance teams. Mostly used in sporting events to cheer on the team or crowd, there is also a highly competitive world of “cheer” that is its own form of sport and dance. A pom-pom is a poofy, often shiny, cluster of tightly woven streamers that can be held while dancing to guide or attract the eyes.

The electric typing is probably due to the energy that cheerleaders can build up.

Sensu Style


The Sensu Style Oricorio is quiet and collected. By means of its dance, it gathers the spirits drifting about in an area and borrows their power to fight. People who migrated from Kanto feel a great liking for this Pokémon because its dance reminds them of their homeland.

Now the reason it reminds people of Kanto ( Japan ) of their homeland is that this bird is based off of the tradition of dancing with a fan in Japan. Sensu translates to “folding fan” and has been a tool incorporated into dance in Japan for centuries. Folding Fans are often given as signs of goodwill and cheer.

The ghost typing is probably due to the style in Japanese traditional dancing called Bon Odori, which was a dance to welcome the spirits. 

Pa’u Style


The Pa’u Style Oricorio acts at its own pace, which sometimes makes it difficult to deal with. It sharpens its spirited moves through dance, which increases its psychic power. It’s said that this dance expresses its gratitude to the guardian deity Pokémon.

The Pa’u style is based off of Hawaiian Hula dancers. Pa’u is the style of skirt worn by Hula dancers, and the style and weave of the skirt has deep meaning to add to the dance. Hula is a sacred dance that goes deeply back into the history of Hawaii, with some legends saying that those were the movements of the gods after creating the world.

The psychic typing is probably due to Pokemon associating all “godlike” things to psychic-typing.

So what do you thin of the new little bird friends? Like them? Hate them? Which is your favorite?

Well that’s it for this post trainers, thanks for taking the time, I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to message me with any comments or questions, and please submit any awesome poke-stuff you find. Stay safe out there guys, and remember, there is a time and a place for everything!



Hello there! I am absolutely in love with your writing! (I have notifications on for you whenever you post bc your writing is so hecking good man)   Anywho, do you think you could maybe do a Draco x Reader that correlates to the song “We Don’t Have to Dance” by Andy Black?   It’s my favorite song atm and you’re my favorite writer atm :D   Thanks ❤️❤️

Draco meets Y/N for the first time at a party.

The Slytherin common room is cool and crowded, eerie green light emanating from the depths of the Black lake and a spinal cord shock of a base wave overwhelming the din; a vodka slick sweat has suffused across the back of Draco’s neck as he rubs self-consciously at the newly healed mark on his arm and glances up, up, up

She’s not new, he reasons, couldn’t be. But he’s never noticed her before, which seems equally improbable.

Because Y/N is beautiful, the unique brand that sears just as much as it soothes. Y/e/c eyes and a sleek wave of y/h/c hair, a laugh that bubbles out of her throat as she clutches a drink, teeters on a pair of high heels, catches his eye.

He feels suddenly as though he’s in the eye of a fucking hurricane.

And he knows that it’s a mistake. Knows it in the marrow of his bones as he strides across the room, asks her name and marvels at how well it fits in his mouth.

Draco regrets lots of things, once it’s all said and done.

But he never quite manages to regret her.


Draco is a hazard sign. Bright red and flashing. A cautionary tale and a ‘Fragile. Do Not Break’ sticker slapped against a package.

There’s a mark on his arm and a task on his shoulders and a brevity to his last name that just…hadn’t been as pronounced before.

He’s a curse, a poisoned apple and a witch’s brew. He’s dangerous. An expiration date.

He knows that. Refuses on principle to admit it to Y/N even when she’s tangled in his sheets and leaving a lipstick stain against his pillow case and carving out a space for herself inside the hollows of his ribs.

It’s hell, he thinks. Literal hell.


Their relationship is the sinuous slip of a smirk. Its pinky promises and broken bottles; predictable merely in its unpredictability.

They don’t talk, no. Don’t smile or make friends or dance. And yet –

He knows her. Understands the puzzle in her eyes and the words in her mouth, learns why she paints her nails the same color as freshly spilled blood and never really comes to terms with the fact that she fits neatly against him, is meant for him, should he venture that far.

He runs out into the rain after her one night, feels the stick of clothes against skin and the cold of her cheeks. Sees dewdrops caught between her eyelashes and thinks about drowning.

He drives her out to the countryside another night, pretends that he hasn’t charmed the car and is capable of his own volition. Fucks her in the backseat and wants to chase the giggle that flutters in her pulse when he knocks his elbow against the horn.


Y/N is a firefly that he wants to catch in a bottle, a butterfly that he wants to net.

She’s the conflicting cacophony of voices inside his head that tells him he can’t, he won’t, he shouldn’t. He does.

She’s the brand on his arm and the saccharine promises that he tells himself at night, a will to live that doesn’t seem plausible, anymore.

Y/N is a mistake.

But Draco’s always been good at making those.

Im a beautiful carefree bright and smiling optimistic intelligent black woman. I love my skin. I love all kinds of music but my favorite is indie. I love reading and writing. I love to travel. I love astronomy n going to art museums. I love philosophy and learning languages. I love my natural hair. I love extensions, wigs, and weave. I love to dance and it dont matter if its silly either and its even more fun in the rain. I love to play piano. Chopins my favorite composer. So listen here, I am a black woman and Im proud and theres nothing any of you anti black/ anti black women fools could tell me that would make me less proud or steal my joy.

natural disasters.

EARTHQUAKE: father of debris / earth shaker / swore an oath to forsake the land only after you set chaos free from your temper / rip this ground open, upend all its secrets / there’s nothing to hide now / nowhere to go / the sky runs from the sea and everything is trembling / my hands, the skyscrapers / say goodbye to the stars

HURRICANE: spit blood and salt / ashen sand, gory sky / you’ll tear your own mother to shreds / and you’re the riptides in her anger, waves gone wild, gone rogue / who knew she could be this violent / no more secrets now, just howling wind / just us and drowning skylines

TORNADO: such a tantrum, slitting the sky / grasping for stratosphere and swallowing it inside / here’s your stairway to heaven, it comes at a price / the sky torn into pieces or my rage like a vice

AVALANCHE: buried / watch where you tread, lest the mountains come alive / watch out for triggers, the next step may be your last / keep your eyes trained above, or else i’ll cave in / and soak you in winter, no heroes come here

DROUGHT: cracked lips, barren skin / the oceans are thirsty, the wind drips dry / run my fingers along remote highways, fissures in my wake, sandpaper throats behind me / i’ll take away your source of life, leave you ruptured and begging / i’m the war that makes no sound

WILDFIRE: you can run but you can’t hide / you can watch the sky burn and life turn to ash around you / the sun licks at your feet, setting homes on fire / we’re all lost now, gone now, say goodbye now / watch it all crash and flame, and then watch it blacken to night and silence / what once gave you hope now turns its back on you 

THUNDERSTORM: how the sky screams / the voices in the clouds, they stumble out clumsy / regain their balance, & lash at drawn curtains / the kids, they cover their ears in fear / of what? not sure, but when the sky is angry, no one is allowed to talk back / they grow accustomed to her mood swings, set up defence / this is you, stormy night breaking the day in half / you drive the rest of us to shelter and cowardice / when will we learn to dance in your rain

—  just tear this earth apart // r.w
i’m familiar with the so called x-files

This is not going to be nearly as coherent as I wish it could be, which is a byproduct of it being almost midnight and also the fact that teeny baby Mulder and Scully just met on my screen, for the 1st time, for the 100th time, and I started crying and now it’s hard to type. But anyways, this was bound to happen at some point. 

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cream-and-suga  asked:

Jimin + 18? 🙊❤️

Haha twelve days later she posts something I’m so sorry life and allergies

Jimin, 18: “It’s pouring and we’re both stuck in the same tiny store/under the same tiny awning” au

In hindsight, you’re starting to think you should have brought that umbrella.

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from sakura-petal91

“Agh, this is bull.”

Thunder clapped overhead as Gray threw his polo around his girlfriend’s shoulders, groaning as the rain showered heavily above the roof of the sidewalk they were talking shelter under.

“It doesn’t look like it will calm very soon,” Juvia pondered, looking overhead. “The forecast this morning did warn Juvia though. She just forgot to bring her umbrella.”

“Man, I’d run you home if we had one,” Gray collapsed on the ground beside her and snaked his arm over her shoulders so she was leaning on him. “Did you get wet? You might catch a cold.”

“Juvia doesn’t get colds.” She chuckled and playfully ticked her boyfriend’s nose. “And if anyone here is more prone to getting one, it’s you, Gray-sama. Please wear your shirt, Juvia’s fine—”

“Nah, keep it. I’m better without it, and it’s pretty chilly.”

“All the more why Gray-sama should wear it back on!” Juvia gasped and began to strip the clothing from her shoulders.

Gray snorted. “No, put it back on you.” He caught her fingers and closed his fist around them, then giving her a back hug. “You’ll get a cold. I’m taking you home as soon as we can.”

Juvia thought for a moment then stiffened in his embrace — she suddenly pushed him away and Gray toppled backwards, gaping at his girlfriend with an (endearingly) shocked face.

 But that was nothing compared to the expression he made when she hopped off her stance and ran off to the open rain.

“Juvia, what the hell—?! “ Gray shouted as he ran after her and caught her hand before. “You’re gonna c —”

“Gray-sama…” Juvia turned to face him sharply, crunching her brows together. “What’s going on? You know well that I can’t ever get sick from the rain. Juvia is part of the rain, just as it is a part of her. You know that.”

There was a pause as they simply stared at each other, her eyes burning in contrast to the cold while he eyed her wistfully, carefully weighting his thoughts.

“I know.” He whispered quietly, his voice breaking. “But it’s a darker part of you. The rain gave you a a horrible past and terrible experiences— I hate seeing you waking up in the middle of the night crying whenever a storm’s going, or sulking in a corner whenever the rain ruins everyone’s day.” Gray buried his face on her shoulder and twined his fingers at her back, pulling her close. “I know this fucking weather phenomenon pains you the most, Juvia.”

It was her pain that worsens his, and they both knew that. Gray didn’t want to lose her. Everyone he loved ended up dying and it was Juvia who taught him to let go and open his heart  — which he slowly began to do and it did him well, but the fear still continued to haunt him.

A simper made its way to her lips as she snaked her arms around his neck, beckoning him to her even closer. His embrace tightened and they stayed like that, both cold and completely drenched under a storm, with Gray only half-clothed and his shirt doing it’s best to keep her shoulders and back warm.

“Juvia loves Gray-sama so much,” she grinned. “more than anything. But do you know what, Gray-sama?”


“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass by — it’s about learning to dance in the rain.” she whispered softly. “Juvia learned that when she met you.”

Gray held her tighter in his arms and told her how much he loved her.

He was never letting go.