shooting in the rain

Things the signs love

Aries: To feel wanted. Baby animals (especially kittens). Corny gifts. Stability. Forehead kisses. Red lipstick. Deep and meaningful conversations. Vodka. Mutual feelings. Drunk texts. Holding hands. Hot showers. Comedy movies. Someone that will make them better as a person. 

Taurus: Traveling. Roller coasters. Commitment. Neck kisses. Fun dates. Comfort snacks. Peanut butter. Watching horror movies with a significant other. Warm, fluffy towels. Buying pointless things. Late night tumblr sessions. Stuffed animals. Meaningful letters. Getting dressed up. Bubble baths. Forest. Rain and storms.

Gemini: Make out sessions. Instagram. Feeling wanted. Cute dates. Tall boys/short girls. Fluffy rugs. Romance movies. Collecting random things. Messy rooms. Wine. Conversations about sex. Being made feel special. Driving with the windows down.

Cancer: Small animals. Silk pajamas. Pretty things. Flowers. Cute lingerie. Vanilla milkshakes. Buying expensive makeup. Stuff that smells good. Fan-girling over celebs. Late night Netflix. Pizza. Roller skating.

Leo: Night drives. Fairy lights. Soft, worn in hoodies. Stars. Instagram. Fireworks. Soft cheeks kisses. Bear hugs. Stomach butterflies. Giving advice. Salted caramel. Champagne. Amusement parks.

Virgo: Face masks. Commitment. Dogs. Turning up music loud while driving. Disney movies. Feeling acknowledged. Sound of rain. Music. Shooting stars. Black and white photographs. Fashion.

Libra: Candles. Fireworks. Bonfires. Commitment. Romance novels. Big animals. Warm houses. Skinny jeans. Drinking with friends. Salt and vinegar chips. Sending ugly pictures to friends. Lip syncing beyonce or justin bieber. Smell of books. Dogs. The milky way.

Scorpio: Cold drinks. Full bank account. Adrenaline rushes. Deep, passionate kisses. Warm socks. Inside jokes. Staring. Hand written letters. Sarcasm. Movies (scorpios are movie freaks). Soapy showers.

Sagittarius: Horror movies with friends. Weed. Photography. Architecture. Gossip. Classy outings. Sarcasm. Face and body products. Reaching high levels on video games. Sassy remarks. Traveling. Cactuses. Piercings. Adventure. Croissants.

Capricorn: Expensive makeup. Feeling wanted. Photo booths. Clean houses. Clouds. Sarcasm. Dirty jokes. Sparklers. Green grass. Festivals. Drunk texting. Pretty underwear. Boybands. Late night tumblr sessions. Dark lipstick. Passionate kissing.

Aquarius: Aquariums ( :’) ). Beach bikes. Long strolls on beach. Sundresses. Innocent gossip. Booty. Late night texting. Blasting music in car. Exotic drinks. Trampolines. Rock jumps. Books. Christmas lights. Pretty views.

Pisces: Old movies. Heart shaped sunglasses. The universe. Knitted blankets. Shimmery eyeshadow. Learning. Smell of rain. Daydreaming. Chill songs. Sea shells. Drawing. Brand new pens.

things the signs love
  • Aries: To feel wanted. Baby animals, (especially kittens). Corny gifts. Stability. Forehead kisses. Red lipstick. Deep and meaningful conversations. Vodka. Mutual feelings. Drunk texts. Holding hands. Hot showers. Comedy movies. Someone that will make them better as a person (although not always what they settle for) Milo.
  • Taurus: Traveling. roller coasters. commitment. neck kisses. fun dates. comfort snacks. peanut butter. watching horror movies with a significant other. warm, fluffy towels. buying pointless things. late night tumblr sessions. stuffed animals. meaningful letters. getting dressed up. bubble baths. forest. rain and storms.
  • Gemini: make out sessions. instagram. feeling wanted. cute dates. tall boys/short girls. fluffy rugs. romance movies. collecting random things. messy rooms. wine. conversations about sex. being made feel special. driving with the windows down
  • Cancer: smalls animals. silk pyjamas. pretty things. flowers. cute lingerie. vanilla milkshakes. buying expensive makeup. stuff that smells good. fan-girling over celebs. late night netflix. pizza. roller skating.
  • Leo: night drives. fairy lights. soft, worn in hoodies. stars. instagram. fireworks. soft cheek kisses. bear hugs. stomach butterflies. giving advice. salted caramel. champagne. amusement parks
  • Virgo: face masks. commitment. dogs. turning up music loud while driving. disney movies. feeling acknowledged. sound of rain. music. shooting stars. black and white photographs. fashion. 
  • Libra: candles. fireworks. bonfires. commitment. romance novels. big animals. warm houses. skinny jeans. drinking with friends. salt and vinegar chips. sending ugly picture to friends. lip syncing beyonce or justin beiber. smell of books. dogs. the milky way. 
  • Scorpio: Cold drinks. full bank account. adrenaline rushes. deep, passionate kisses. warm socks. inside jokes. staring. hand written letters. sarcasm. movies (scorpios are movie freaks) soapy showers. 
  • Sagittarius: horror movies with friends. weed. photography. architecture. gossip. classy outings. sarcasm. face and body products. reaching high levels on video games. sassy remarks. traveling. cactuses. piercings. adventure. croissants
  • Capricorn: expensive makeup. feeling wanted. photo booths. clean houses. clouds. sarcasm. dirty jokes. sparklers. green grass. festivals. drunk texting. pretty underwear. boy bands. late night tumblr sessions. dark lipstick. passionate kissing. 
  • Aquarius: aquariums (who knew) beach bikes. long strolls on beach. sundresses. innocent gossip. booty. late night texting. blasting music in car.  exotic drinks. trampolines. rock jumps. books. christmas lights. pretty views.
  • Pisces: old movies. heart shaped sunglasses. the universe. knitted blankets. shimmery eyeshadow. learning. smell of rain. daydreaming. chill songs. sea shells. drawing. brand new pens. 
Witchy date ideas

-Exploring the woods

-Hiking

-watching the stars

-swimming under the full moon

-building a fort in the middle of the woods

-picnic

-dog park

-literally anywhere with animals

-beach

-Thrift shop or good will (theres a fuck ton of jars and candles there)

-take a bath together. light some candles, add rose petals, and surround the tub with rose quartz

-get super drunk and then try to do couples yoga poses

-have a photo shoot in the woods

-dance in the rain

-have a picnic by a body of water 

-meditate together

-crystal shopping

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You’re the woman I love. You’re the one who kissed me outside of a pool house when it was pouring rain, took me to shoot tommy guns on Valentine’s Day. You’re the one who proposed to me with a stick of beef jerky in her hand even though you’re a vegetarian. That’s who you are. This is you. Temperance Brennan. You.                                                    You’re my partner. Don’t forget that.

Things The Signs Love

Aries: To feel wanted. Baby animals (especially kittens). Corny gifts. Stability. Forehead kisses. Red lipstick. Deep and meaningful conversations. Vodka. Mutual feelings. Drunk texts. Holding hands. Hot showers. Comedy movies. Someone that will make them better as a person.

Taurus: Traveling. Roller coasters. Commitment. Neck kisses. Fun dates. Comfort snacks. Peanut butter. Watching horror movies with a significant other. Warm, fluffy towels. Buying pointless things. Late night tumblr sessions. Stuffed animals. Meaningful letters. Getting dressed up. Bubble baths. Forest. Rain and storms.

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Underneath the Roaring Sky

It was the storm that woke Shaw up. The apartment was dark now and the other side of the bed empty, but she could hear the downpour and the intermittent thunder quite clearly. Too clearly. She rolled out of bed, already suspecting what she’d find in her living room.

Not only was the big window open, but the screen had been removed, placed carelessly on the floor. The rain, falling in sheets that looked like white curtains swaying through the air, was splashing in, water beading on the wood floor below. And, in the center of it all, Root sat on the window sill, her legs dangling out into the storm.

She must have heard Shaw, even over the roar of the rain and the sudden crack of thunder, because she half-turned, and tipped her head back, a manic grin on her lips. The hair framing her face was dark, soaked, and her eyes danced with the raw energy of the storm that Shaw had felt in the air all day, heavy and electric.

“We’ve got a number.” She sounded excited, eager.

The Machine would give them a number in the middle of a hurricane. It was too much to hope that the exceedingly inclement weather might make people behave for once.

Root pulled her legs up, turning to crawl back inside.

“Wait.” Shaw held up a hand to stop her and Root paused, an eyebrow raised in question. Rain dripped from her hair forming a puddle below. Later there was going to be a talk about water and hardwood floors. “I’ll get some towels.”


Root flapped her arms, making the khaki poncho billow around her. It was a little too small for her–one of Shaw’s–but she didn’t own a raincoat of her own and an umbrella would have been useless in the winds that were tearing through the streets of New York tonight.

“You trying to take off?” Shaw stood near the front door of the apartment lobby, waiting for her. “Don’t think this is flying weather.”

“She says some of the subways are flooding. The stairs are basically waterfalls.” She wanted to go see for herself but She was urging her to hurry.

Maybe they’d have time later.

“Guess we’re stealing a car then.”

Outside the front door, dark water sloshed over the curb, pouring onto the sidewalks.

“We’re going to walk. She says it’s not far.”

A pained expression flickered across Shaw’s face. “Seriously? Your all-seeing god can’t even get us a taxi?”

“Don’t be such a baby.”

She could feel Shaw’s sullen little glare focused on her as she stepped through the door and out into the gale.


Times Square was deserted, the flashing signs and bright billboards reflecting off the slick pavement.

“Are you done yet?” It wasn’t that Shaw didn’t appreciate the surreal emptiness of what was usually one of the busiest areas in the city, but she knew that once the novelty of running around in a hurricane wore off Root would be a sodden, miserable mess until Shaw could get her back home and into dry clothes.

But right now she was splashing through puddles in ridiculous yellow rain-boots that Shaw had been unaware she owned until tonight. Truly undignified behavior, in Shaw’s opinion, which she’d been graciously allowing for the last ten, soggy minutes.

Root called something back but her voice was lost in the wind. She grinned, huge and wild, and started off down the street, beckoning Shaw to follow. She was almost like an unnaturally tall child, playing in puddles and showing off, a startling contrast to the sadistic glee she’d earlier turned on the man threatening their number.

With the city in a state of emergency and everyone stuck indoors, domestic violence incidents had flared up and they’d ended up handling three different numbers in a little over an hour. Root had gotten a little too enthusiastic with the last one (though in Shaw’s opinion he’d had it coming) and had sulked when Shaw had made her put down the pruning shears she’d materialized from god knows where.

But once they’d slipped away to let the police handle things, Root had perked up again and dragged her all the way to Times Square because ‘Sameeeeeen, how often will we get a chance like this again?’.

Never, if Shaw had her way. She wiped the rain out of her eyes (a useless effort at best) and followed after her.

“Let’s go see.” Root pointed at the stairs leading down into the subway.

“Why?” Subway stations were dark and gross. Going home and getting back into a warm, dry bed sounded much better.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Lightning chose that moment to flash across the sky, illuminating Root’s feral grin.

Even the damn weather was enabling her dramatics tonight.

She was momentarily tempted to just leave Root to her subway exploration and head back on her own, but, if she was being honest with herself, she’d rather follow Root into whatever madness this was than return to an empty apartment. She couldn’t trace the full path they’d taken where Root had gone from an annoyance to a necessity, but it was fairly undeniable now as she shook her head, sighed, and headed down the stairs after her.

Fortunately, the subway proved to be disappointingly un-submerged and Root quickly lost interest, guiding them back out into the driving downpour.


“I love storms.” Root pressed her face up against the glass.

Shaw had made her put the screen back in the window and shut it so she had to content herself with watching this way.

“Really? Never would have guessed.”

Shaw handed her a sweatshirt to pull on over the thin shirt she’d changed into. These days she had more of a permanent wardrobe than she’d ever had before (her clothes creeping into Shaw’s closet and drawers), but there still wasn’t much.

“I think if I could be anything in the world, I’d want to be a storm.” 

She regretted the words the second they left her mouth, glancing nervously at Shaw, but the eye roll she’d thought inevitable never came.

“I can see that.” If Shaw thought her statement silly it didn’t show at all on her face.

She had to look away, back out the window. She still wasn’t used to being taken seriously.

“More like lightning, though.” Shaw sounded thoughtful.

“Would that make you thunder? Always following me around?” She smiled to let Shaw know she was joking now.

Shaw snorted. “Or a lightning rod with the way you always change course to hit on me.”

“You do keep me grounded, I suppose.”

That got the eye roll she’d expected, though she knew it wasn’t meant as a denial.

“You staying up?”

Root hesitated.

“We can open the bedroom window.” Shaw nodded at the damp towels she was holding. “Put something down under it.”

Root felt her face split into what Shaw referred to as one of her unnecessarily sappy smiles.

“Just a tiny crack though,” Shaw clarified. “Not ruining my floor for some silly storm.”

Shaw wouldn’t want her to say thank you, so she didn’t.


They woke up together to a quiet morning that still smelled of rain.