starting up the rain


Character: Credence Barebone

Prompt: 8 & 14

A/n: This one runs on the longer side so if you prefer shorter ones let me know, though I really like the turn out of this one.

I hope this fulfills the original request and those of you who wanted a fluffy Credence fic ヽ(:3ノ ヽ)ノ

You fluffed the stems of the sunflowers in your shop window, making sure they had the best chances of getting to the sunlight.

“Good morning.” An older woman said to you as she passed by.

You smiled at her, knowing she visted your shop often. “Good morning, Mrs. Thompson.” You said with a wave.

You owned your flower shop for about two years now. Most days people came in and out, buying bouquets for their loved ones or celebrations for birthdays and anniversaries.

Looking up at the sky you noticed it would probably start to rain sometime this afternoon.

Your looked down the sidewalk and saw a young man wearing dark clothes walk towards you, you recalled seeing him at a few of those fanatic witch exposing protests, looking miserable the whole time.

“Ah, Good morning.” You said, smiling at him.

His footsteps faltered and he turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowing as if wondering if he was the one you were speaking to.

You nodded, a small laugh coming out. “What’s your name?” You asked.

“Credence Barebone.” He said softly, almost too quiet for you to hear.

Holding your hand out to him, you grinned. “Well it’s very nice to meet you Credence Barebone, I’m (Y/n) (L/n).”

He hesitantly shook your hand, looking slightly uncomfortable as he did so.

“I should probably be heading off now.” He said, folding his hands and looking down at them.

“Oh wait” You said, turning around and pulling one of the sunflowers out from the display and taking your shears to cut the stem down.

“Here, I think this’ll help brighten you up.” You said, tucking the yellow flower into his beast pocket. “There, lovely.”

Credence looked down at the flower, noticing how bright it looked constrastimg with his dark jacket. “Thank you.” He said, his voice lifting in tone and volume.

“You’re very welcome, come by again when you have the time.” You said, offering him one last wave before walking into your story and flipping the sign to show you were open.

Credence stood there for a moment, watching the door you had just gone through with a confused look on his shoulder.

He casted one last glance at the flower, and decided to move it to his inner coat pocket so his mother wouldn’t ask questions.

Credence visted your shop frequently after that first encounter, sometimes it would be before you opened before the day, fixing the arrangements outside. Other times he would walk inside, admiring the bouquets you had resting on displays or in intricate vases.

Each time you welcomed him with a warm smile and a friendly hello, an alarming difference then what he was used to.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find immense comfort and warmth in your presence. You were incredibly kind and everytime he walked inside it was like entering a whole other world than his own.

This caused Credence to have several questions float through his mind, one amoung them being why you were so polite to him when almost everyone thought he was strange.

He decided to ask you one day, lingering around your shop until he a moment to speak to you alone.

“Can I ask you something?” He said while you were behind the cash register, refilling some seed pouches.

Even after a week or so of becoming good acquaintances with Credence, he was still very shy around you, speaking in quiet tones and standing awkwardly stiff.

“Of course.” You said brightly, wiping your hands on your apron.

“Why are you so nice to me?” He asked, looking up to meet your gaze.

You gave him a soft smile. “I wasn’t aware I had to have a reason.”

“N-no it’s just that most people tend to just look at me strangely or call me a freak so, I wanted to know if there was a specific reason for you being so kind to me.”

You were taken back a bit, part from the information he had given you and because that was probably the most he had spoken to you since your encounter.

“I see.” You commented, eyes drifting down to your counter before an idea popped into your head. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“W-What?” He asked, his tone becoming one of panic.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden change in emotion. “Hey, easy. I just want to give you something.”

Credence stared at you for a moment before very hesitantly closing his eyes and holding out his hands.

You quickly rushed off into your back room and took something from the various wooden shelves and reappearing at the counter, where Credence was still standing.

“Did you know that flowers have certain meanings?” You said, reaching your hands to place one in his hand, but you faltered slightly at the marks on his hands.

“No.” His short answer pulled you away from your thoughts and you gently set the flower in his palm.

“Well they do.” You said. “You can open your eyes now.”

He did as told, eyes falling onto the yellow flower you had placed in his hand.

“Do you know what this is?”

“No…but I’ve seen them before.”

“This is a dandelion, I have quite a few of them in my back room. They’re considered a weed so not a lot of people appricate them or find them pretty. But what’s interesting about them is whenever these yellow petals fall off, it will recreate itself and turn into this.” You informed him, placing a whispy looking white flower into his other hand. “The phoenix of the flowers really.”

Credence looked upon the flowers and held them close to face, observering them carefully.

“I suppose that is why I’m so kind to you, you remind me of dandelions. Not very many people find them interesting or pretty to look at, but they’re extraordinary in their own right.”

“That’s a nice thought.”

“Yes I rather think so.” You said smiling at him.

Credence looked up at you and returned the gesture, though his was a mere upturn of the one corner of his mouth. “Thank you for telling me about them.”

“Thank you for listening.”

Originally posted by fireworkofdec

so much in love was such a good song but it was slept on and overlooked for no reason… sebin and taewoong both got solo spotlight dances, sangho actually got some lines, woosung sang one of the highest notes we’ve ever heard him sing, and suhyun and sangil killed it like usual. this song delivered and i will never get over the fact that they didn’t get to perform a shortened version of it on music shows. never !!


You’ve heard of Bara Oblige, now get ready for the Great Bara Arrior

they Herd Sheep together

Imagine John and Sherlock walking home from Angelo’s, both very tipsy indeed. And then, it starts to rain and John looks up at the night sky with a gaping mouth, as if it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, Sherlock snorts.

“Yeah, this is rain, John,” he says with the tiniest of slurs, voice quivering with giggles. “Shocking, I know.”

John just glances at him with a sly grin. And then, with a great leap and bound, he ends up swinging on a lamppost, singing fit to burst: “I’m singing in the rain…!”

Sherlock doubles over with laughter. In his wine fuelled thoughts, he is sure all of London can hear them, but he couldn’t care in the slightest.

He tugs John off the lamppost and they set off again, hand in hand, weaving across the pavement only ever so slightly.

As John warbles on- “The sun’s in my heart and I’m reaaady for loooove!”- Sherlock does a tiny ‘tap-step-ball-change’ for the sheer joy of it.

Hammered as he is, John still notices, his face lights up (pretty damned smart, that man).

And that is how Sherlock tells him about his old tap-dancing lessons, and how the walk back to 221B ends up being half of an old choreographed routine between the two of them. They are truly ridiculous men.

It rains all the while, but neither of them thinks of calling a taxi. On this sort of special night, the cold could never reach them.

Imagine Your OTP #4

It’s September 2nd. Person A of your OTP walked to Person B’s grave and sings “Wake Me Up When September Ends” until it starts to rain. Person A falls asleep. They’re colder than they should be. That’s because Person B’s ghost is hugging them.

Claymore [Ignis/Fem!Reader] Prelude: The Beginning of the End Part 2

I don’t have a gif for this one… :/ Good news, I’m done with my difficult finals, so I’m free to resume writing again! (*Throws hands up and it starts raining confetti!!) This bit is shorter than the last, but it didn’t feel right to write beyond this. Next bit will have some more Ignis!

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living in trondheim is like a constant mood of wanting to fight the weather

Devil With Detail, Pt. 2

Sam x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 614

Warning: Fluff and Angst, Medical fluff (if you wanna call it a warning lol)

The rain started back up again by the time Sam and Dean, Sam carrying your limp rain-soaked body, back to the Impala. Sam wasn’t sure where the best place to take you was. Between the ER and back to their motel room, they decided the motel was their best bet. Taking you to the ER would mean answering a lot of suspicious questions with obvious lies. Which might mean getting the police involved, and Sam knew you and Dean felt the same way about “the fuzzies.”

Dean opened the back door for Sam and you and he slipped in with you still in his arms. 

“Where to, little brother?” Dean asked once he got into the driver seat.

“Just back to the motel. This isn’t the first demonic possession we’ve encounter so we know all about aftercare.”

“Yeah, but usually they’re dead when we exorcise them, so it’s a matter of calling the coroner and making up a story about how they died.. Y/N is the first to survive.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” Sam pondered on that for a moment, and realized Dean was right. Meg was their first casualty with possession. And Bobby cleaned up that mess for them. Everyone else they’ve exorcised they did the same thing. Call the cops, explained that they came up to them asking for help and died before they could officially call an ambulance, then let the coroner take over. “I guess I’m gonna have to play doctor with this one.”

“Well don’t get too excited, Sammy. You might pull something and we’ll need a real doctor, heh.” Dean joked. Sam just rolled his eyes. 

“You know damn well what I mean.” Sam scoffed. “I’ll just make sure she survives the night and go from there. Shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Well have fun with that. I’m gonna go back and worship the sleep Gods.” Dean brought Baby to life, the engine roaring and purring beneath Sam’s seat. Then he pealed off back onto the main road. 

Sam cradled you in his arms. You still hadn’t woken up since the demon expelled itself from your body. He looked down upon you and almost visibly cringed. You were pale, skin still wet from all the rain. You were starting to shiver. He found an old blanket hiding underneath the passenger seat and wrapped you up in it. Once within the safety of warmth, you stopped shivering, and continued just being unconscious.

“It’s okay baby. I’m gonna take good care of you” Sam whispered so that Dean wouldn’t make fun of him again. He wished that Dean would cool it with that crap. Just because he wasn’t into the whole caring sharing aspect didn’t mean he had to taunt him when he was. 

They made it back to the motel and Dean once again opened the door for Sam and you and the three of you made it inside. Dean locked the door behind him. Sam set you gently on the bed the two of you had been sharing. You still had the blanket wrapped around you.

When he knew you were comfortable, he asked Dean for the keys to the Impala so he could dig out their father’s old combat medical bag he had from his time in the Marines. He came back inside and started rummaging through it, seeing what tools were at his disposal. A stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, thermometer, some bandaging and splinting supplies, and a penlight. It was bare but useable. Sam figured he’d only need supplies to watch your vital signs overnight. He took the stethoscope out and swung it around his neck.

This is gonna be a long sleepless night, he thought.

Part Three coming soon!

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anonymous asked:

also during rookie camp on the last day we order a firetruck to come spary every one and it's great and me and my friend started lifting up freshman simba style to the rain if they asked to.

At first I thought you meant they hit you guys directly with the hose and all I could imagine was some poor freshman suddenly getting knocked back ten feet by a highly pressurized jet of water.

While driving down the highway Steve Rogers convinces his kids that he can turn off the rain by snapping his fingers. So every time they drive under an overpass he snaps his fingers stopping the rain and immediately starting it up again. His kids think it is the coolest thing in the world and Bucky just rolls his eyes with a big grin on his face.

Rich Youth | Chapter 6

chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

featuring: reader + most of NCT 

warnings: language, sexually suggestive

word count: 5.4K

Five years earlier

It was just my luck that the day my father had told me he couldn’t pick me up from school, it just so happened to start pouring down with rain. I usually had a driver who would come get me but my mother had asked my dad to do it for a month in an effort to ‘improve our relationship’. My father hadn’t been too fond of that idea but he did it anyway. He probably did it out of guilt; my mother was growing suspicious of his ‘innocent friendship’ with a new employee at his company, Jessica. I’d met her once and she seemed lovely. My mother was probably just being paranoid. Anyway, my father had promised to tell the driver to pick me up instead but he’d obviously forgotten as I ended up standing outside the school doors for 45 minutes.

“Are you okay, darling?” a voice rang from the bottom of the stairwell. A woman with beautiful long black hair had stepped out of her car and was staring at me, a wet, crying teenager at the top of the stairs, freezing my butt off. “Where are your parents?” she asked.

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Okay so my headcanon about this:

It’s The Marauder’s 6th year at Hogwarts and its the last Quidditch match of the year - Gryffindor v Slytherin. If Gryffindor win, they win the cup. If they lose the cup goes to Hufflepuff. And there’s no way Slytherin are letting The ‘Puffs lose out to a bunch of Gryffindors. So James Potter lines up, determined to be the best Chaser in the history of Chasers. He glanced up to the stands and sees Sirius, Remus, Peter and Lily waving and cheering furiously. A few rows up McGonagall is watching tensely.

The game starts, it’s lashing rain and the wind is murderous. Regulus Black is playing Seeker for Slytherin and zooming around the pitch, cause there’s no way in hell Sirius is gonna come home for the Summer gloating about Quidditch again. The game goes on for hours and hours when tragedy strikes - the Gryffindor seeker falls of his broom and is too injured to continue. Slytherin and Hufflepuff are roaring with delight.

The Marauders and Lily are preparing for heartbreak when Remus Lupin has a genius idea. Without a word he drags Lily, Sirius and Peter up to McGonagall, who looks absolutely distraught at Gryffindor’s apparent defeat. Remus then starts talking at 100 miles an hour to her about how it’s against rules to substitute PLAYERS but it never says anything about PROFESSORS. Lily thinks he’s gone mental but “you know Professor, he has a point”. Sirius is jumping with glee and “LISTEN TO MOONY HE’S ALWAYS RIGHT”. Peter could nearly cry with relief when McGonagall rolls her shoulders and nods her head and stalks over to Dumbledore to insist she play because no one comes in between Minerva McGonagall and Gryffindor Quidditch.

Before long McGonagall is mounting her broom to play Chaser for the team and James Potter has been assigned Seeker. After an hour and a half more of McGonagall bossing it and scoring Gryffindor 60 more points - Regulus sees the snitch, James sees Regulus, and a race ensues. The crowd watches with rapt attention as James, who has like 6 inches on the short 4th Year, reaches out and grabs the Snitch, landing on his arse on the ground , but with 150 points to Gryffindor. Sirius and Remus are shouting and hugging with glee, Lily is waving her Gryffindor flag so hard she thinks her arm might fall off and Peter is singing at the top of his voice.

And that’s how Minerva McGonagall became a Gryffindor Quidditch legend once again, years after she graduated, due to the little shit named Remus Lupin, who’s ability to find a loophole anywhere was second to none. James Potter was famously remembered as a Seeker, which annoyed him to no end. “NO NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. IM A CHASER! A CHASER!! PADFOOT TELL THEM. MOONY HELP ME!”.
And then years later in Heaven, as he watches his only child become the youngest Seeker in a century, he is overjoyed.
“Look at that! Harry, my son Harry, youngest Seeker! In a century! He must have inherited his fathers talents! I-“
“Potter you literally played seeker for half a match and then sulked for a month after”
“…shut up, Lils”