raining sideways!

The Signs as Strange Planets
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> Wasp 12 b ; Orbits WAY too close to its star making it slowly die.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> HD188753 ; Has 3 stars, everywhere you look there's a sunset/rise.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> 55 Cancri e ; A gigantic diamond worth about 26.9 non million dollars.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> GJ 1214 b ; Completely made of water, no land.<p/><b>Leo:</b> Gliese 581 c ; Can possibly support life in a small area but 1 side is too hot and the other too cold.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> Kepler 452b ; The most earth-like planet.<p/><b>Libra:</b> HD189773 b ; Rains glass sideways constantly.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> TrEs 26 ; Darkest Planet ever, glows red.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> Wasp 17 b ; Largest Planet ever.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> J1407-B ; Has rings 200 times bigger than Saturn's.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Gliese 436 b ; A ball of ice that is constantly on fire.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> HD 106906 b ; The loneliest place et, 1.1 times bigger than Jupiter.<p/></p>
Danny Phantom concept

Sooooo, guess who fell back into the proverbial hole known as 2000’s cartoons? Yeaaaah… Danny Phantom is my main obsession right now. (I can hear some of my followers groaning right now. Haaaaails pick a different obsessiooooon… it’s not happening)

But anyway, just listen- you don’t understand, just- *notecards flutter everywhere helplessly* I- jus- LISTEN.

What if, you know, despite there being an obvious hero to villain relationship in Amity Park, Danny Phantom became the little brother of everyone in the Ghost Zone. Hear me out:

All the ghosts that go to Amity Park are trying to take it over and hunt things or gain attention etc, etc.

But let’s say, every once and a while, Danny will visit the Ghost Zone. If it’s to check on all the ghosts or something else, no one really knows what motivated him. But he’s there one day and suddenly, in the span of 6 hours, he’s raced Johnny 13 on his motorcycle down one of the most dangerous roads in the Ghost Zone, cheered and whooped and whistled for Ember at one of her mini concerts, much to her absolute confusion, let Walker hold onto him in the prison before going human to phase out, and entertains Skulker for something to hunt.

None in the Ghost Zone speaks of this day, it’s a socially unspoken taboo.

Then on another day, Danny pays a visit, he claims he’s getting his friends and sister off his tail for a bit–they are nagging and nagging and nagging. Klemper decides to be all “friendly” and Danny thinks, ‘why not? What bad could come of being his friend for a day?’ And so he does, in the form of dodging icicles and playing with a mix between trucks and doll houses (all made of ice) but for the most part, it’s okay.

The next week he comes back it’s mostly by force when Young Blood’s parents want him to babysit… again (see: the comics). He chases YB around the Ghost Zone, playing pirates and cowboys vs Indians and construction builders, when finally Danny resorts to Skulker: “can I have one of your nets?” He makes it to sanctuary, Young Blood tied in a net while the Savior of the Ghost Zone is exhausted beyond belief, so when it’s nap time, all YB’s parents see when they come home is Danny just kind of… floating in midair, while their son rests on Danny’s chest–he’s actually calm for once and they wanna pay him triple. Danny declines, GZ money is kind of void in the real world.

Next week he encounters the Box Ghost (“Beware!”) but they don’t really do anything aside from speak about boxes. It’s a boring conversation but Danny let’s the Box Ghost indulge himself. In that process, BG accidentally mentions he’s got a thing for the Lunch Lady (“Eew,” Danny gags off to the side where no one can see him.) He considers Box Lunch, their daughter many years into the future, the girl only he’ll remember, and is suddenly, “well maybe I can set them up.” If BG or LL knew anything about Danny helping with their lunch date, they don’t mention it.

Every week he visits and he gets roped into something. Be it Johnny owing him a solid after Danny fills in for a shopping spree with Kitty, stopping a couple bullies from picking on Sidney Poindexter, playing DOOMED with Nicolai Technus, which inevitably leads to a conversation–an embarrassing one–about Valerie, Danny entertains them, decides to help them out.

No one says anything, they think maybe it’s just a fluke. But with how nice he’s been, nobody knows what to think. They wonder if something awful has been happening, but according to Spectra and her most recent attempt at creating misery (she failed, by the way, Danny is just too good) Amity Park is just the same as it’s always been.

One week, as Danny enters the Ghost Zone, not three seconds in he encounters Skulker, who has the little whelp come with him. Skulker drags him off to a river in the GZ (so cleverly named Styx) and he witnesses hundreds and hundreds of sharks, ones that had been killed because they’re commonly hunted. Danny can only stare in awe, everything is so beautiful.

An unspoken truce happens in the Ghost Zone, so while Danny has been nice, they pay back the favor. Technus gives Danny some cheat codes to DOOMED, Ghost Writer helps Danny with his English homework because Lancer has been busy lately, Ember teaches Danny some lullabies which is a godsend blessing whenever he babysits Young Blood. Skulker keeps a look out for test days and stressful study weeks, dates which the denizens of the GZ avoid attacking Amity Park. Kitty helps toughen up Danny’s costume with armor and “Honestly, Phantom, that jumpsuit is SO 2 seasons ago. Try this instead.” Sometimes she’ll even slip him a binder to wear, everyone knows all his somehow end up ripped or torn due to his fights with them. The Lunch Lady, shockingly enough, has some healthy recipes whereas everything is balanced and works well, she’s not all MEAT EVERYTHING, Desirèe teaches Danny how to tell when someone is lying, grants a few small wishes of his, and well, Danny learns some skills that no one else would have taught him. Slowly, everyone grows accustomed to having Danny being sweet and kind, and they watch him grow older because he’s a Halfa. “Look at our little baby, going off to the destroy things.”

Everyone just decides that from now on, Danny is their little brother. You screw with him, you screw with all his big brothers and sisters.

Bonus: Danny already has some big, scary friends. So if it’s to give Danny a break, sometimes Frostbite will allow Danny to come and watch the games his people play, Pandora teaches Danny some power control techniques, Clockwork will drink tea and listen to Danny ramble on about space and being an astronaut and 'did you know that there’s a planet made entirely of diamond and it rains sideways?’ In those moments, Clockwork discovers that despite having Sam and Tucker and Jazz, Danny is kind of lonely. No one really wants to talk about space with him, so it’s always so endearing and heartfelt when Danny gets excited, when his eyes light up and he becomes passionate and he gives fun facts about space and tells puns about space, and Danny is just so innocent. He could never turn into a monster.

Something’s been making me think lately.

There are so many stories where the aliens are shocked and intrigued by earth’s weather and how we can survive tornados and hurricanes and the likes. It’s all so new to them.

But we have discovered planets that have more extreme weather than Earth. Take Jupiter for example. But there are other planets in our system that are more extreme. A planet that rain glass sideways; one so close to its parent star that there are rivers of molten lava on its surface and infamously liken to Hell; a planet called the darkest planet in our system because it reflects less than 1% of light; a planet made of diamonds; a planet coated by burning ice, and so many more.

What if Earth wasn’t the only planet that was new and weird to the aliens? What if our little corner in space held these anomalies called planets?

Alien astronomers are baffled and trying to figure out how this region of space can hold such violent and odd planets and how one of those planets can have so many life forms on its surface despite the tornadoes and hurricanes and etcetera.


Word Count: 882

Requests: Can you write an imagine where you’re afraid of the dark and there’s a power outage so Shawn comforts you? (Ily 💕)

Could you write an imagine where you’re afraid of the dark and there’s a power outage so Shawn comforts you

Loud claps of thunder echoed through the apartment. Strikes of lightning lit up the night sky, almost making it appear as daylight for a few seconds. The rain hit the windows sideways, making a sound as if glass was breaking fill the room.

You were snuggled up against Shawn, the two of you laying on the large couch watching some Disney movie. You just wanted the storm to be over. You didn’t hate storms, but the fact that the lights kept flickering every few seconds only sparked your fear of the dark. It was late at night, and you knew if the power were to go out, that fear would overcome you.

You were laid against Shawn’s chest, your head laying just so you could hear the sound of his heartbeat which calmed your nerves. His fingers traced up and down your arms gently as an attempt to comfort you. His other arm held you firmly against him, not daring to let you go.

With another clap of thunder, the lights flickered for another second. Your breath quickly hitched in your throat as your hand squeezed Shawn’s shirt lightly. You felt his lips land in a soft kiss at the top of your head as he noticed your worry.

“It’s ok… The lights are still on… I’m right here,” He whispered in your ear as he tried to soothe your nerves. Shawn knew how scared of the dark you were and never failed to make you feel safe when you were scared.

The movie played on, it’s sound drowned out by the beating of the rain against the window. The lights hadn’t flickered in quite a while, almost making you forget about what you were worried about in the first place. You were so focused on the movie, that the sudden blackness took you by total surprise. Your body jerked and locked up in fear. You couldn’t even see 10 feet in front of you. Out the window, the entire city was an eerie black. The only light that could be seen was the sparks of lightning every few seconds.

You had forgotten how to breathe. It felt like the blackness was choking you, squeezing your lungs and sucking all the air out. You were so shocked you barely even noticed Shawn’s movements next to you as he turned you to face him. His hand was softly brushing your face, moving stray bits of hair. His other hand moved up and down your back in a calming pattern as he coaxed you to come back to reality. You didn’t even hear the words coming out of his mouth until he laid a gentle kiss on the side of your face.

“Hey baby, look at me, I’m right here, ok? I’ve got you,” Shawn said softly as he continued stroking your cheek.

“Shawn,” You couldn’t even get more out as you were trying to force your lungs to work again. His name was cracked as it escaped your lips.

“I know, I know. I’m here, love. I’m right here. Nothing is going to happen to you,” He comforted you as he moved your head back to his chest. His lips found the top of your head, kissing you anywhere he could.

Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill due to the fear that overcame your body. Your breathing became quick again, not letting you take control. You squeezed your eyes shut as an attempt to block everything out, but the darkness overwhelmed you. It felt like a weight on your body that you couldn’t shake off. You opened your eyes into the dark room, wincing at the fact it was completely black.

“It’s so dark,” You whispered against Shawn’s chest. His hands found your hair, smoothing it.

“I know, but I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” He mumbled against the top of your head.

You forced some air into your lungs, focusing on the sound of Shawn’s breathing to calm you down. The feeling of safety soon blocked out your fears as Shawn’s arms held you against him as if protecting you from the dark room. Soon, it was just the dense quietness that made you uncomfortable.

“Shawn?” You asked, not moving your face from his chest.

“Yes, love?” He asked sweetly, moving your face slightly so he could look at you.

“Could you sing? Or something?” You requested. You felt Shawn’s head move in a nod and his voice break through the silence in a soft hum.

You rested against him, eyes shut, focusing on the smooth sound of his voice that somehow made all your fears disappear. Just the sound of his voice made you feel safe, like there was nothing to be scared of.

You knew he would do anything to make you feel safe. After he finished one song, he started another, then another, just to make you feel as comfortable as possible. Eventually, you had forgotten all about the darkness that surrounded you as your eyes grew heavy. Shawn immediately noticed your suddenly sleepy state as he lowered his voice to a hum and let his lips gently press against your forehead. It wasn’t long before you drifted off to sleep to the sound of his voice and the feeling of his arms around you.

Gift From God

Dean x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Well there’s talk of God if someone people don’t like that. Guess that could be a warning.

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Today was a perfect day, at least how you drew it on paper. A bright yellow sky in the corner. Beautiful green grass flowing in the little swirlies you called the wind. A stick figure of you holding your dad Dean’s hand with Sam on the other side smiling. Only the weather outside in the real world was much different.

The sky was a dark and depressing grey. Throwing around sticks and branches in the violent wind which only whipped the rain sideways in an even harsher tone than it already was. With a sigh you hopped down from the chair you sat in, plopping your feet to the ground as you pouted on the path to Dean.

“Why are the angels crying, Daddy?” You asked, hopping up and into the counter. “Cas use to tell me that when it’s raining, that the angels in heaven are crying because they miss God. But I don’t understand…why did they have to cry today?”

“Well, the angels do whatever they want. Nobody can control them.” He replied as he set down his cup of coffee. His third to be exact.

“Nobody but God. But he’s gone, and I don’t understand it.” Your eyebrows furrowed. Shaking your head in a confused manner. “Doesn’t God love his kids?”

“Not every father wants there kids, sweetheart. And God ain’t right for leaving them, and all of us to deal with his many messes.” The tone Dean gave off showed his irritation in the subject. But you were an eight year old curious girl, who loved to ask questions and learn things.

“The messes like all the monsters? Even the demons and some of the bad angels that aren’t like Cas?” As you spoke and asked your questions, your feet swung. Only pausing when Dean needed to access a drawer they were covering.

“Yeah, exactly like that.” Reaching in the fridge he picked up a Gogurt. Shaking it around a little. “Want one?” He asked, only getting a nod in response to his question.

“Daddy?” You didn’t speak again until you managed to get the small seal off your drink. “Will you leave me like God did to his kids?” Your question made him stop dead in his actions. “Will you always want me?”

Everything Dean had in his hands was set down. It was as if every word you spoke struck a chord with him on a whole new level.

“Why are you crying, Daddy?” Though he tried to hide his tears, his muffled sniffling caught your attention.

Without hesitation, you hopped down and rushed over to him. Wrapping your tiny arms around his waste and hugging him tightly.

“I’ll never leave you, Daddy. Don’t cry. I promise I’ll never leave you.” While you tried to help him feel better, you only made his tears fall harder.

He finally moved his face from its hiding spot turned away from you. Bending down and picking you up. Allowing your legs to wrap around him like a small monkey.

“Winchesters stick together. And I’ll always stick with you, always and forever. I pinky promise.” With a hand you innocently held out your pinky, smiling and placing a kiss on the top of his nose.

“How’d I ever get so lucky to have you in my life?” He asked, grabbing onto your pinky with his own.

“Because God knew you needed me more than he did. So he sent me down to you.” You skilled before cuddling your head into the crook of his neck.

In that moment, that one simple moment. Dean Winchester, the man who’d been to Hell, Heaven, and Purgatory, felt utter and complete peace.

minho-gon-dibidibidis  asked:

Hey MAHM! Hope you're having a good night ><~ loves Could u do a SHINee reacting to it being rainy and they were supposed to go out? Like thunder and lightning rainy xD

hi baby~ i love this prompt bc shinee’s known as the rainy men literally they bring clouds to whatever event they perform at


  • squints at sky 
  • hoe don’t do it 
  • sky: *begins to pour*
  • OMG not again
  • and the wind is blowing so hard that the rain is going sidewAYS 
  • they’re staying inside 
  • plans are cancelled 
  • this day in general is cancelled 
  • the last time he went out in this kind of weather his umbrella flipped and dragged him down the street while he struggled to maintain his dignity (jong: looked like a v harassed mary poppins / onew: helpful, thanks)


  • ah the weather matches my stormy poetic heart 
  • but also scowling and calling the weather app a liar bc he chECKED the forecast maybe once an hour yesterday and it said that it was supposed sunshiney af all day today
  • that’s why there’s no trust in this family 
  • looking forlornly out the window 
  • do you think that someone put a curse on them
  • how does this always happen
  • ?????????


  • i can wear my jeremy scott raincoat~~~
  • therefore was voted the one to go out and buy groceries bc they are out and are in need of food 
  • damn his fashionable practicality 
  • when he came back he’s dripping and his bangs are plastered to his forehead (minho: wow did jonghyun cry on you / jong: *was minding his own damn business* hEY) 
  • jong: where did your umbrella go / key: i don’t want to talk about it / onew: *pats his shoulder* i feel you
  • shakes his hair like a dog @ all the members 
  • like father, like sons 


  • v rudely awakened by a clap of thunder 
  • he bolted up so he found himself in a sitting position with his fists up  (onew: it’S ALIVE!!!!! ALIVEEEEEE)
  • laughing at himself bc you can’t fight the sky minho
  • (yet) 
  • covers his head again with his blankets bc clearly the universe hates them and don’t want them to go out 
  • making everyone ramen (taemin: i’m helping / minho: absolutely not) so that they could eat while they grumble at the sky like old men 


  • guys they could totally still go out
  • after key headbutts him with his still wet hair: 
  • nvm 
  • everything is terrible 
  • why must they live like this  
  • he busyeoed  the ramen (ot4: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO RAMEN) 
  • ~popping~ 
  • he put on sunny day video from youtube so they could pretend that it’s nice out (ot5: wow this is a next level of sad)

“You smell like her.” Hannibal’s nose twitched at him and Will felt his stomach drop.

Will let out a heavy sigh. At first Hannibal’s jealousy had been nice - sweet and sort of enjoyable - it had made him feel wanted. But the longer this shoot with Molly went on the worse it got. Will had worked with a lot of alphas before, but this was the longest time - they were doing a campaign together and would be working closely for months to come. She was nice, but there was nothing between them and Hannibal knew that. Even so-

“I don’t like it.” Hannibal said coolly.

“It’s my job Hannibal. I’m… I… I love you. I’m in love with you and that isn’t going to change no matter how many alphas I have to pose with. Why don’t you get that?” It wasn’t the first time he’d had to tell the alpha this.

Hannibal’s jaw clenched. He ignored Will and continued - “I don’t want you to work with her again. Cancel the contract, I will pay the money you lose. You need not even work at all, you know that.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Will was trembling and shocked at Hannibal’s words. This was a line he didn’t think they would cross. “I won’t be your fucking kept boy Hannibal, you fucking know that. If that’s what you want, you…” Will shook his head. “I think I should go back to my place for a bit. Before one of us says something we’ll really regret.”

“No, Will.” Hannibal’s tone was commanding and for a moment Will was frozen to the spot by his omega instincts. Anger boiled up in him even as he saw the concerned look on Hannibal’s face - the alpha had clearly not intended that response.

“Fuck you Hannibal.” Will snarled regardless and walked out the door, slamming it behind him and hearing crockery smash as he headed into the storm outside.

The storm was raging by the time Will got to his little apartment on the other side of town. The rain was coming down sideways and thunder rumbled out over the beach. He was just towelling off his hair when there was a banging at the door.

He scented Hannibal immediately and was unsure whether to answer it, before finally deciding he couldn’t leave the alpha on the doorstep in this weather.

He was soaked through, but Will was sure some of the dampness on his face was tears.

“I’m sorry Will. You’re completely right of course. I shouldn’t have-” he shrugged. “I get… I don’t want to lose you.”

“Then stop being so…” <i>possessive</i> realisation struck Will hard. It was suddenly clear to him. Will grabbed Hannibal’s sodden shirt and pulled him into the apartment, using him to bodily close the door.


“Bite me.” Will growled. He’d never wanted anything more, but he had convinced himself that someone like Hannibal couldn’t possibly want to bond with him. The reality was suddenly clear. Hannibal’s jealousy was because he needed this too. He needed to possess Will in the way only an alpha could.

He nuzzled into Hannibal’s neck, over his scent gland before repeating in a low plea - “bite me.”

Hannibal practically roared as he moved them both to the floor. They were both a flurry of limbs and fabric as they divested just enough clothing for Hannibal to push him to his front and enter him. The alpha buried himself to the hilt, knot and all as it began to swell. He pushed his face to Will’s neck, scenting him and then licking a wide swath before clamping his teeth into Will’s neck.

Newly bonded, sated and tired. They remained on the floor for sometime, holding each other and stroking hands gently over smooth skin.

“Will you stop being jealous now?” Will asked with a smile that spoke of being fulfilled and blissful.

Hannibal’s mouth tweaked into a slight grin. “Perhaps. I shall endure Molly Foster. That motorcycle in your last shoot though… I’m not fond of things other than myself so neatly fitted between your legs.”

It sounded like a joke and Will laughed, but equally he considered the very serious possibility that Hannibal was jealous of a motorcycle.

This summer, I’ve been working at a state marina with my sister. One day this year, the weather started out kinda okay, with 10mph winds, but quickly turned into 30mph winds with sideways rain within a span of 15 minutes.

A 50+ foot boat hails on our radio requesting a slip to get out of the bad weather. We give him a slip number and my sister, me, and another coworker head out into the rain to help dock him. We wait out on the dock for a good 5 minutes, getting soaked in the rain, before my boss radios to us that the boat was going to wait outside our break wall for a while, hoping that the winds will die down, before trying to come into the harbor. Wet, and slightly annoyed, we head into our fuel shack at the far end of the dock to warm up. We’ll get back to this boat later.

Our boss then radios us shortly after we get inside, telling us that another 50+ foot boat was going to try to come in and dock. The three of us go back outside to the finger pier one down from the fuel dock. The boat comes into the harbor, struggling in the wind. They go a bit passed the fuel dock and turn around to head down the channel before it. They end up hitting the back of their boat on the edge of the fuel dock, and the wind swings the stern hard towards the finger pier we’re standing on. My sister was toward the dock side of the finger pier, so she has time to book it off before the boat hits. My coworker and I are at the end of the pier, so we grab the pylons on the other side and hang on for dear life. The boat hits, knocking a corner pylon clear off of the dock, and almost knocks me and my coworker off of the dock. After struggling horribly against the wind for a good while, with the boaters screaming at us to get them docked quicker, we got their lines secured and we all got to look forward to filling out an incident report.

My sister and I head back to our main office, while three other coworkers fish the broken pylon out of the water. While in the office, the first boat calls back on the radio, saying they’re going to try and come in to dock now. My sister is on the radio with him, and the conversation goes like this:

Sister: Okay captain, we are going to put you into slip A4. Take the first channel as soon as you enter the harbor.

Boater: Copy that.

We watch from our office as the boat enters the harbor, and as he starts coming down the channel, he stops and hails us again.

Boater: *harbor name*, I’d like a slip in an empty well.

Our slips are big enough where two boats can fit as long as they’re not unusually wide. My sister looks outside, where we can see the well in question, and it clearly has no boats in it.

Sister: Captain, that well is currently empty, you’ll be fine.

Boater: But I want an empty well.

Sister: It is empty captain.

Boater: No, I can see another boat there.

Sister: That one is in slip A1, it’s not in the same well.

Boater: From here it looks like it is.

My sister is getting pissed off now, and I’m trying not to laugh my ass off. My boss is also here, also trying not to laugh. My sister then radios to my 3 other coworkers, who are at slip A4 to help dock this boat. She asks them if the well is empty and they say yes, so she radios the boat again.

Sister: Captain, our dock hands are at that slip and they say the well is empty, you should be fine.

Boater: But I don’t want anyone next to me, I might hit them.

At this point my sister is so angry she could probably murder this guy, so my boss takes the radio from her and basically repeats the same thing as my sister. The boater finally just continues down the channel to the slip we assigned him, the wind blows him passed so he has to back up and try again. This happens about three times before he tries to enter the slip, and he ends up hitting the finger pier as well, knocking off the second pylon of the day and also bending the shit out of the metal ladder at the end of the pier, giving us another incident report to file. 

It just boggled our minds that the second boater just would not believe us when we said the slip was empty. We were not busy and we keep track of everyone in our harbor on a huge whiteboard in our office. Damn people are stupid sometimes.


So we got a new sponge at work, and when we wash the beets, it’s absolutely horrifying.

Day 30: Weather

The weather outside is frightful, but the building inside is delightful, on this final day, we think about weather in your world.

Weather of course depends on climate and area, but can take many forms such as rain that blows sideways when combined with the high winds of a location, or magical storms caused by a fissure in the magisphere, or temporal storms caused by a fissure in the fabric of time and space a couple ticks away.

While thinking up structures, you may have already thought about weather a bit, since people tend to use buildings to shield themselves against the elements. You can also think about how this effects the area that isn’t sheltered such as mudslides being caused by excessive rain, or damage to infrastructure that has to be tended to often so it doesn’t break apart.

Ontop of things that have to be guarded against, are there weather phenomena that can’t be stopped where all you can do is hope it doesn’t come your way? Nature is powerful after all, and out of control weather tearing a scar across a town can help remind everyone of that.

Now get your umbrella and GET BUILDING!

one of the greatest things that always makes me feel better is remembering that there’s a planet where it rains molten glass sideways at 7000 mph and if this isn’t proof that the universe occasionally shitposts I dont know what is

Stormy Night - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: Storms are scary, but Bucky is there to keep you safe. 

A/N: I’m so sorry it has been FOREVER since we’ve posted but college has been kicking our butts recently… I hope you guys enjoy a little short n’ sweet Bucky Barnes. Its been a while since we’ve written him. Love you guys!

- Written by Brie -

Originally posted by aliyastan

There were only three things you were afraid of: spiders, storms, and the dark; and although you wouldn’t admit your fear of the latter, it was hard to hide your anxiety over storms.

The forecast for tonight was the perfect recipe for disaster, calling for flood warnings and tornado watches. One of your news channels had even said that lightning strikes had taken down a powerline just a few neighborhoods over. Tonight was gonna be a long night for you.

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anonymous asked:

OMG 20 & 5 with Gibbs!

20 - cold and wet
5 - “We are not dancing right now.” 

“When the hell is DiNozzo getting here?” You mumbled, leaning up against the car. “I’m freezing and I’m pretty sure it’s going to rain.”

Gibbs glanced sideways to you before looking through the window of the car, glaring at the keys stuck inside. It doesn’t matter who left them in there, the end result was the same; the two of you were stuck out in the cold until Tony could pick you up. And Gibbs felt kinda bad that you were freezing.

So, he pushed himself off the car and grabbed your hand. You looked even more confused when Gibbs put his hand on your side, fingers stretching over your ribcage. And then he started to sway back and forth, a smirk on his face.

The absurdity of the situation made you laugh. “We are not dancing right now.” Was your firm reply.

“It might warm ya up.” Gibbs responded cockily. And you didn’t want to admit that he was right.

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#23: Peter Parker x Reader

You knew that April showers had been on their way all month, but you didn’t expect the first rainstorm of spring to be quite so windy. You were new to Brooklyn, and you hadn’t been prepared for how bad the storms could get. The rain often blew sideways in the wind and the powerful gusts would carry off umbrellas and knock people off their feet. Your walk home from school today unfortunately happened to be in the height of a storm, and you were struggling to hold on to your umbrella. 

“No!” you cried as the wind finally whipped it out of your hand, watching it soar into the air and drift behind you. Just as you turned around, you could have sworn the handle darted into the hand of the boy who had been walking behind you. It was Peter Parker, a boy that you went to school with, and he was now giving you a friendly grin.

“Good thing it was the umbrella and not you,” he said, closing it and handing it back to you. 

“Thanks.” You returned his smile. The rain started to pour heavier, and you realized there was no way either of you could continue walking.

“We should wait out the storm,” you said, and the two of you hurried over to a storefront that had a wide awning above it to shield you from the rain. You realized that to truly stand clear of the rain you would have to be very close together, and you found yourself blushing a bit. You had had a crush on Peter for awhile now, but you never thought he noticed you, being that you were the new kid in school this year.

“I’m Peter, by the way,” he said, starting up a friendly conversation. “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yeah,” you said. “We have Calc together.”

“Oh, yeah.” His smile grew wider. “You’re the new girl. How are you liking Brooklyn so far?”

“I actually love it here. Everyone has been really nice to me, and I’ve always wanted to live in the city. I get lost a lot, though.”

“Well, maybe I can show you around,” he offered. “What do you say to Friday? We can have dinner at this great café nearby and I can give you your own tour of the great city of Brooklyn.”

“I’d like that,” you said shyly. You didn’t think Peter’s face could light up any more, but it did. You couldn’t think of anything making you happier than seeing that smile, and you were ecstatic that he had asked you on a date. Maybe he had noticed you after all. 

Highway Honeymoon

Member: S.Coups
Genre: SIN Ridiculously Smutty
Word Count: 2425

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. After the two of you drove off after your wedding reception you were supposed to get to the airport and jet off somewhere warm and tropical to spend your first night as man and wife under the covers in a ritzy hotel. But no, you were stuck on the side of an empty country road in the middle of a surprise thunderstorm with two flat tires and a pissed off husband standing in the rain soaking wet, trying desperately to get signal on his phone. You sat in the passenger seat and watched as Seungcheol paced around under an umbrella waving his cell phone around. The umbrella was useless, he was already completely soaked; it was basically raining sideways at this point.

“Cheol, baby just get back in the car, you’re gonna make yourself sick.” You called out, cracking the door open a few inches so he could hear your voice.

“Wait, no, I think I just got a bar, wait, shit, no, goddamn it, can this thing just fuc-” he muttered to himself, his eyebrows so furrowed together that it contorted his whole face into a ridiculously livid expression. You just rolled your eyes and shut the car door. It was useless. You’d probably be stuck out here until morning, because this storm didn’t look like it was going to let up anytime soon. Your mind went back to the beautiful ceremony to try and push your current situation out of your mind. It was a blurry rush of flower petals, friendly faces, music, and dancing; but the memory that stuck out the most was Seungcheol’s strong hands reaching up your dress to pull off your garter during the reception. God, all you had wanted was to get to your honeymoon destination as soon as possible, but it now it looked like you’d have to wait quite a while longer.

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