that before rain feeling when the clouds are puffy and the sky is grey and everything looks slightly foggy and tired and you can smell the rain before it even hits the ground and that is a really good feeling
concept: it is nighttime in New York City. the bustling sounds of the busy city can be heard nearly a mile away. my window is open, a softened breeze flowing in and the aroma of the air smells like the rain that had occurred nearly an hour before. refreshing and clean. I can hear car horns and small dogs sounding their high pitched barks. my record player is in a secluded corner of my room, a billie holiday vinyl playing on repeat. from my place on the bed, I can see the various colors reflected off the high buildings. I am content.
“Come on, Joe. Let’s just walk home.” Y/N sighs, puling her shoulders up against her ears in an attempt to block the chill. Her eyes lifted to the sky, taking in the black clouds that swirled above them. Rain was coming, she could smell it. So she wanted to just get home, preferably before the rain fell and she got soaked.
But Joe had insisted on stopping at some shops, and now was trying to get a car, but no one was in the area.
“Five more minutes, love.” He responded, his own eyes locked on his screen. She rolled her eyes at his stubbornness; it wasn’t like it would be that long of a walk, Joe was just being lazy. And really, if they had started walking back when Y/N had first suggested it, they would have practically been home by now. But no, he just had to get a car.
This was just one of the many things that had been frustrating her today. Joe was just being so stubborn and set in his way throughout the day, and she was fed up with it. It seemed that everything they did had to be his way, with no consideration of how she was feeling or what she wanted to do. Which led to her being stuck standing outside in the deserted streets, being further ignored by her boyfriend all because he didn’t want to walk.
“This is stupid. We could have been home by now.” Y/N didn’t try to hide her frustration, and apparently Joe finally realized it because he lifted his eyes from the screen to look at her.
“It’s a long walk. I was trying to save us the trip.”
“And yet we’re still standing here. I’m tired, cold, and it’s going to rain. So can you stop being so annoying and just walk home with me already?”
He raised an eyebrow at her, shoving his phone into his coat pocket.
“I’m being annoying, am I?” There was a teasing glint in his eye, and while normally it would lead to Joe making her laugh, Y/N was honestly just tired and didn’t feel like dealing with it.
Sighing, she shook her head and turned, deciding that she was going to just walk home, with or without him.
“Yes. You are.” She called over her shoulder. “Have fun being annoying alone.”
“Come on, love!” Joe’s voice and footsteps followed her, and he soon appeared in her side vision, keeping up with her. “Lighten up! We had the whole day to ourselves. Smile.”
“I’ll smile when I’m home.” She huffed, shooting him a small glare as he smiled over at her.
He had a tendency to do this, act all cheery when she was trying to be mad at him. It usually worked in his favour, and Y/N never managed to stay mad at him for long when he was like this, and she was almost willing to forgive him, until the first rain drop hit the tip of her nose.
“Oh no…” Joe mumbled, lifting his head to the sky just as it opened up and rain began to pour down on them.
Y/N stopped in her tracks, mouth falling open at the sudden cold.
“Are you kidding me?!” She yelled up at the sky, glaring at the dark clouds. In response, the rain decided to come down just that much harder. Her glare turned back to Joe as he started laughing.
He had his arms wrapped around his waist, and his head was thrown back in a full on laugh.
“What is so bloody funny?” She snapped, crossing her arms.
“You got told off by the rain!” He grinned at her, his hand reaching out to take hers, uncrossing her arms as he pulled her close. He laced their fingers together, his other hand moving around her waist as he began to move their bodies.
They were dancing. In the rain.
“Joe. What are you doing.” Y/N didn’t try to pull away, and she could feel a small smile starting to form on her lips.
“Dancing. With you.”
“Because it’s raining, and there’s no car, and you were mad at me.”
“Only because you were being an ass.”
“Well, I’m making it up to you by dancing now.” Joe replied before he spun her around, and a small giggle escaped past her lips. She couldn’t help it, the whole situation was completely ridiculous. But then again, most times were with Joe. It was one of the many reasons Y/N loved him.
“Much better.” He smiled softly at her as he pulled her in close again. “You are much better smiling and laughing.” Their foreheads touched, and their dance turned into a simple sway. “Sorry for being an ass.”
“I think I forgive you.”
“We are standing in the rain, Joe.”
“Ah, but that means I can do this, Y/N.” He closes the short distance between them, their lips warm against each other despite the cold rain still falling on their soaked bodies.
Y/N smiles into the kiss, her arms moving around his neck. She had always wanted to kiss someone in the rain.
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Name | Náyade Nickname | Naya, Pon, Nii, Niimu, and many more. I go by many names lol Zodiac sign | Cancer Height | 5'2′’ ._. Orientation | Pansexual Nationality | Puertorriqueña Favorite fruit | Strawberry and Orange! Favorite season | Fall, definitely Favorite book | Too many to choose from D: Favorite flower | HY-DRAN-GE-AS Favorite scent | Rain! And the smell of snow before it starts snowing Favorite color | Practically every color Favorite animal | Raccoons Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa | All three! More partial to coffee though Average sleep hours | 5-9 Cat or dog person | Dogsdogsdogs, cats are cool but I’m too allergic to them Favorite fictional character | Blanche Devereaux from The Golden Girls Number of blankets you sleep with | 1 no matter how warm or cold it is Dream trip | Road trips! Blog created | Mid January 2017 Number of followers | xx0
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I wrote a Dear Evan Hansen fic! Yay! Just Evan’s thought process and actions before/after The Tree Incident.
On AO3 Words: 1,237 Warnings: Suicide attempt, depression, all that fun stuff™
It was an absolutely beautiful day. The afternoon sun hung high in space, the air was warm and dry, and the forest smelled pleasantly of dirt from rain the day before. And it should have been quiet, too. Sitting at the base of an tree, Evan put his head between his knees and tried, once again, to slow his breathing. He had left his house for the woods while dew was still on the grass, hoping that being amongst the trees would make him feel better, but no such luck. Nothing could help him. He had been feeling progressively worse since school let out in mid June, and well, it was late August now.
Sign: Aries Height: 5′2″-5′3″ Orientation: asexual Ethnicity: German/Scottish/Cherokee Favourite Fruit: Grapefruit Favourite season: Winter Favourite Book: Currently tied between The Setting Sun and No Longer Human, both by Osamu Dazai Favourite Flower: Love Lies Bleeding Favourite scent: That smell right before it rains Average Sleep Hours: 4 ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽ Cat or Dog person: Absolutely love both, although I’m also allergic to both too. (Poodles are the exception though!!! I’m adopting one soon!!! So excited!!!) Favourite Fictional Character: I really really love Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul, and Oshima from Kafka on the Shore, by Haruki Murakami. Number of Blankets you sleep with: 2 Ideal Trip: I’d kill to go to Japan with my grandfather. He grew up there, but hasn’t been back since his college days. One of my first memories is of sitting on the stairs with him at 5am as he told me about living there. Blog created: Sometime in February 2016 Number of followers: 155