#Does he prefer rain or sunshine with that skin? Does he swim with or without clothes?

[pempeeeperem]

....the size difference....

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hello! May I please have a creepypasta romantic match-up with some nsfw if your comfortable with it? Tysm in advance and I'm in love with your writing, like how is it so good?! Anyways I hope you have a great day/night and tysm once again!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting. Sometimes in the middle of the night you can find me just staring at a wall or something because I can't go to sleep.....I have trouble sleeping.....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part (Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write for it!)....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt.

-From 🎇Sparkle Anon🎇

Ah thank you so much! LOL I feel like we would be good friends bc of so much similarities, hope.you like this!

But anyways I match you up with-

🥁🥁🥁

Hoodie/Brian

SFW

This man ain't gonna lie you sometimes remind him a female version of his best friend Tim/ Masky but like in a good way (bc of your style and music choice)

Your foolishness is the ultimate thing he loves about you

He is scared to leave you by yourself sometimes since you are a klutz

But luckily he knows just enough about first aid so if you have a deep enough cut or something to that measure he's got you 😉😊

At first he would be scared to initiate conversation bc of your very beautiful but deadly looking "resting bitch face"

But once you started talking to him more he would feel a lot more comfortable coming around and just knew that's your cover around new people

Definitely teases you about your height 🤭 (he's 5'11 in my hc)

Is that type of cliche dude to rest his arm on you or would purchase a step ladder for you

Something could be an inch off your reach and he'll feel the need to tease you about it (all in good fun tho)

Hunny, he definitely gets the whole having difficulties talking about whats bothering as he does it too, he'll just try to figure out other ways to make you express what you're feeling. (Through healthy ways ofc)

He has anxiety too so yeah babe he gets it 😌

Sorry love but he kind of likes spiders soooo he would be that asshole that would pick one up and put it in your hair or shoulder without you noticing. (And now I have to do this don't kill me)

NSFW

Oooo darling ♥

He would love to mark you up

He love to be called his? Good cuz he was going to call you that either way even if you were friends or friends with benefits

What you got between your legs belongs to him

He loves how small you are since he's kind of toned and tall and you're like this little petite thing he can just throw around 😊

He understands if you're shy or don't feel comfortable being in control, he'll take over

Will say though, he'll probably suggest taking some sort of drug or anything to influence your senses so you feel more comfortable in your skin at some point or another

Especially since it's a very rare thing for him to see but he won't push too much

WILL 👏 FUCKING 👏 CALL 👏 YOU 👏 PET NAMES IN FRONT OF ANYONE

He doesn't care who hears or sees it since he would love to be caught ngl.

"I don't know why you're all dressed, doll, those clothes are gonna be in shreds and uses as gags or restraints"

Will take pics of you with his phone and has no shame having a very naked you in some angle displayed as his lock screen

Cockwarms you a lot especially when he's cleaning his guns

You just seem him there all busy taking care of something else and not you while his big ol dick stretches you

🥴🥴🥴 this man would choose to be suffocated between your thighs babe

Often squeezes them and ohohoh if you wear skirts or something showing them be prepared to be teased anywhere anytime

Hell even do it in front of others fuuuck he'd even eat you out while others are in the room.

"You're so tasty babygirl, I could eat you out all day and night"

[leothelionsaysgrrrr]

because it's cold and rainy and i'm a blanket burrito, i'd like to know 1 and 3 for Silver and Rexus pls and thank u 👀

1. How does your OC get the comfiest? Do they wrap themselves in a blanket? Do they build a pillow nest? Do they make a nice cup of cocoa or tea?

Silver 

Silver actually feels pretty stifled by being tightly wrapped in a lot of thick fabric, so he’s much more comfortable with cool, airy, thin fabric just kind of...draped over part of him so he can feel it on his skin.  My weighted blanket has a ‘cooling fabric’ side and I have no idea what kind of fabric it is, but it feels amazing and I’m always thinking he would absolutely LOVE it.  All those photographs and art of men in bed with just a sheet over their bits?  That’s a good idea of Comfy Silver.  He’s probably most comfortable, though, in a long, hot bath or a swimming pool; of all the things he loves feeling against his skin, he loves the feeling of water the most.  Usually he’s not particularly fond of being without company (skin is another thing he really likes feeling on his skin, which is as you can probably imagine helpful in his line of work), but taking a bath or going for a swim is definitely something he can enjoy enough that being alone with his thoughts isn’t so much of a concern.

Rexus

Rexus likes people to think he’s perfectly comfortable anywhere, in any situation, or that he likes it best when people fawn over him and clamor for his attention, but what he really likes is somewhere warm, with good, free drinks, free of scrutiny and expectation, taking up way more space than he should ever need.  If he can just sprawl out somewhere without having to worry about someone coming looking for him to whine about why he’s not doing what he’s supposed to be doing, he’s happy.

3. What is your OC’s favourite kind of weather? Do they like watching it rain? Do they prefer a gentle sunshine? How would they spend the day with this weather?

Silver

He loves summer rains during the day, when the water brings relief from the heat instead of adding insult to cold, and he’s just as happy standing in it as he is dragging one of his couches to the walkout to the courtyard so he can sit and watch it.  Clear days are nice, too, and don’t cause problems for his clothes, but he doesn’t like being so hot he gets terribly sweaty just sitting still, he doesn’t always need to wear gorgeous expensive clothes, and there are plenty of places indoors at the Oasis to relax and socialize.  Clear nights are better, when smuggling operations are easier and the night market in the slums, which he’s very fond of, can be out in full force.  He really enjoys being able to watch the ships leave the harbor, taking people to new and better lives elsewhere.  

Rexus

Rexus actually likes baking in the heat, and he likes watching other people bake in the heat.  There’s something very raw and honest about sweaty, miserable people, something very satisfying and fun to look at about people in light summer clothes to manage baking in the heat as best they can, and something very hilarious about other people’s stubbornness to keep existing as sweaty, miserable but well-clothed people for no other reason than to show off that they can.  Rexus, of course, is sweaty too, and irrationally fond of black leather, but he’s not going to be miserable about it.  

Got any more?

[simplysoriya]

LFC: Soriya Duskhaven

Character Chart

Character’s Full Name: Soriya Amare Duskhaven

Reason or Meaning of Name: Her middle name is latin for beloved. Though it holds no real meaning in the Warcraft universe..

Character’s Nickname/Alias: Sori, Sunshine, The Only Decent Duskhaven

Reason for Nickname/Alias: When its not just a shortened version of her name it’s usually personalized. Like her father calls her Sunshine. Anyone who knows the family uses the last one.

Birth Date: August 14th

Physical appearance

Age: 27

How old does he/she appear: Relatively young and vibrant, full of life

Weight: 145lbs

Height: 6’

Body build: Athletic, toned, petite

Shape of face: Soft, rounded, a bit of a square jaw

Eye color: Turquoise

Glasses or contacts: N/a

Skin tone: Very tan & sunkissed

Distinguishing marks: A particularly bright smile

Predominant features: See above

Hair color: Chestnut with faded blonde highlights

Type of hair: Long & wavy, reaches down passed her shoulders

Hairstyle: It varies, she usually wears it down but will frequently wear it up when active

Voice: Energetic, slightly high pitched, enthusiastic, sometimes hints of sarcasm

Overall Attractiveness: 10/10 (Biased opinion). Very fit, cute, and generally all around attractive personality

Physical Disabilities: N/a

Usual Fashion of Dress: Bohemian, chic, athletic, traditional, or a mix of the aforementioned. It varies.

Favorite Outfit: She likes floral bikinis

Jewelry or Accessories: It varies, usually nicknacks and trinkets she has picked up from her journeys. Nothing too flashy, usually not valuable items. Think like driftwood carvings or handmade bracelets.

Personality

Good Personality Traits: Compassionate, understanding, easy going, kind, thoughtful, probably some other things that just aren’t coming to at the moment. But on theme with those.

Bad Personality Traits: Soriya is a bit naive at times, can be quick to comment without thinking, generally a bit of an airhead from time to time, she can also be distant.

Mood Character is Most Often In: Cheerful

Sense of Humor: Sarcasm and teasing, body comedy, light jokes

Character’s Greatest Joy In Life: Making others smile

Character’s Greatest Fear: Losing someone she’s close with

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?: At this current point in time? Likely just Kirollis passing on.

Character Is Most at Ease When: Meditating

Most Ill at Ease When: They know someone's ill intentions but trying and be nice to them anyways

Enraged When: I have yet to think of something that would make her go off in a rage.

Depressed or Sad When: She feels like she’s alone in the world

Life Philosophy: Don’t worry, be happy. Akuna Matada. Whatever floats your boat.

If Granted One Wish, It Would Be: To meet her mom, five minutes would be fine.

Character’s Soft Spot: Animals, orphans, people in general, those who have had it rough

Is This Soft Spot Obvious to Others?: It may be hard to spot given her usual sunny disposition.

Greatest Strength: Optimism

Greatest Vulnerability or Weakness: Benefit of the doubt

Biggest Regret: She doesn’t have any, mostly by choice

Minor Regret: See above

Biggest Accomplishment: I want to say she’s proud of who she’s become. That’s likely, to her, her greatest accomplishment. Feeling like she’s a good person.

Minor Accomplishment: Achieving the rank of Master among monks

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: The time she broke her leg on a dragon hunt.

Character’s Darkest Secret: A stuffed animal collection. It’s not really secret. Or dark.

Does Anyone Else Know?: Maybe?

Goals

Drives and Motivations: Wandering, being the change in the world, brightening up other peoples lives

Immediate Goals: Making sure her students have the tools they need to succeed, and the outlook needed to tackle life

Long Term Goals: Seeing all that Azeroth has to offer. Helping her father through his issues and guilt. Making a change in the world.

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Exploring, compassion, and heart- in that order.

How Other Characters Will Be Affected: Kiro’s gonna cry a lot.

Past

Hometown: Silvermoon

Type of Childhood: Rough, mostly. When she was in the orphanage resources were very slim and the amount of orphans were very high. It’s why she left in the first place.

Pets: Any dog that she sees.

First Memory: That’s rough, probably listening to other orphans express pain and loss following Arthas’ yeet to the Sunwell.

Most Important Childhood Memory: Leaving the orphange

Childhood Hero: She used to think her parents were valiant knights who fought the undead. She kind of idolized the renditions she imagined..

Dream Job: She likes teaching young ones.

Education: Lacking. She has the traditional education of probably 5th grade. (Not to say she’s stupid, though)

Religion: She’s devoted mostly to Pandarian teachings. But early on it was very muddled and confusing.

Finances: Poor

Present

Current Location: Wandering Azeroth

Currently Living With: Whatever wildlife is near her at the time she makes camp. Alternatively her father.

Pets: Turtles. She also adopts animals all the time, which her dad then goes and finds homes for.

Religion: None that I can surmise

Occupation: Teacher

Finances: Wealthy

Family

Siblings: None at the moment

Relationship With Them: N/A

Spouse: N/a

Relationship With Them: N/a

Children: N/a

Relationship With Them: N/a

Other Important Family Members: Really just her dad and her aunt are left. She hasn’t gone and tried to start one on her own.

Favorites

Color: Sea blue

Least Favorite Color: Orange

Music: Classic Rock, pop, new school, techno

Food: Tacos

Literature: She doesn’t read a bunch. But she likes upbeat fiction, or self help books.

Form of Entertainment: Magazines

Expressions: A bright smile

Mode of Transportation: Boats

Most Prized Possession: A picture of her mom

Habits

Hobbies: Painting, hiking, climbing, surfing, swimming, martial arts, yoga, interior design, fashion

Plays a musical instrument?: Soriya can’t really play much. But she does know how to pick at a ukulele from time to time

Plays a sport?: Any that she comes across. Though soccer is a favorite, as well as volleyball.

How she would spend a rainy day?: Dancing in it. She likes the rain, or really any form of water.

Spending Habits: She has her days where she’s a shopaholic. Though since she came into family money, she’s splurged a lot more then she used to.

Smokes: Thistle sometimes

Drinks: She has a lot of brewmaster friends

Other Drugs: Not repulsed, but not on her to-do list

What does he/she do too much of?: Use qualifiers- ‘like’ ‘sorta’ ‘I mean’ before speaking, or woven into her speech

What does he/she do too little of?: Take a minute to just breath

Extremely Skilled At: Mistweaving

Extremely Unskilled At: Singing

Nervous Tics: Nervous or unusual laughter

Usual Body Posture: Upright, relaxed, calm

Mannerisms: Bright, welcoming, animated gestures, talks with her hands

Peculiarities: Basically her entire self

Traits

Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist

Introvert or Extrovert?: Extrovert

Daredevil or Cautious?: Daredevil

Logical or Emotional?: Emotional

Disorderly and Messy or Methodical and Neat?: ‘Her’ definition of neat

Prefers Working or Relaxing?: She enjoys a hard days work, but preferably its relaxing.

Confident or Unsure of Themself?: Confident

Animal lover?: Most definitely is

Self-perception

How She Feels About Herself: She’s proud of herself.

One Word Character Would Use To Describe Themselves: Hopeful

Paragraph Description on How They’d Describe Themselves: “I just like to surf and eat tacos man. I’m not that complicated”

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?: Kindness

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?: Forgetfulness

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?: Her physique

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?: I’m not sure she really- I don’t think she focuses on that kind of stuff

How does the character think others perceive him/her?: A naive kid

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself?: If she wanted to change something she would put her mind to it and do it. She’s not the type to procrastinate self improvement

Relationships with others

Opinion of Other People in General: Sympathetic. She believes most people have had a hard life, and thinks that’s the reason for a lot of bad behavior

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?: It depends on how close to the chest she’s playing it but generally she will only hide things if she feels like it will hurt someone

Person Character Most Hates: Nobody

Best friend(s): Looking for some I guess

Love interest(s): N/a

Person Character (Would) Go to For Advice: Kirollis probably

Person Character Feels Responsible For: Her dad again, oddly

Person Character Feels Awkward Around: Probably @kat-hawke

Person Character Openly Admires: See above

Person Character Secretly Admires: She wouldn’t hold that back

Art creds @nehku

[shimadatales]

Hanzo and his s/o go on the Beach - need some warm feelings, it´s raining too much who i life

I feel you anon, it hasn’t been that sunny this summer so far here either T_T Maritime climates are the worst to be honest. Please let me emigrate to a warmer country, thank you. Anyway, I hope you like these! I did these in HC form, but if you wish for something different, please tell me!

- Hanzois actually a very good swimmer, due to him swimming a lot in the past in theriver nearby his castle. Although, he is not too fond of the beach because ofthe immense heat and crowdedness, but if you wish to go there he will oblige ashe does not want you to be upset. You looked so excited to go after all. Hewould make sure the two of you were packed with everything, from sunscreen toumbrella’s against the harsh sun streaks. After the two of you arrive, he wouldalso lecture you about said sun protection, telling you to sit down and let himput some sunscreen on your back. You weren’t going swimming without it to behonest, as a sunburn is easily gained. As you would be undressing to go for aswim, the archer would be setting up your supplies, having brought quite a lotwith him, almost looking like the two of you were out camping on the beachinstead of coming for a day of relaxation.

- Takingprecautions for anything that could happen at a beach is a necessity and Hanzohonestly needed enough distraction as well, as he was not planning on swimmingfor the whole day (this man secretly wants a tan, but would never admit to it).He might seem a little boring at first, sitting down with a book and histoo-fancy-sunglasses on the beach chair that he took with him, trying to avertyour pleading gaze to get him soaked in the water. However, with a deep sigh hewould give in to your begging, seeing as you noticeably looked a littledisappointed and he did not want to ruin your day, he sometimes just didn’tknow how to handle a bit of fun. It wasn’t as if he hated swimming, he justpreferred to lay in the shade at this moment, instead of getting splashed on bystrangers around him the whole day. He’d rather much take you to a quiet lakeor river himself if you wished to swim so badly. Speaking of splashing, don’tsplash him if you feel funny, because he will legitimately get very cranky if youdo, as a stranger at least. You can probably expect him to come after you. Heis more tolerant about it from you though and might splash you back if he is inthe right mood. Hanzo is a rather competitive man after all.

- Throughyour swimming together, Hanzo couldn’t help but become a bit of your personal lifeguard,telling you not to swim too far into the ocean, as the waves can be too strongand carry you away. You’d have to reassure him a lot to be honest, telling himyou want to have some fun as well and the archer can only sigh in defeat as youswim further, slowly going after you to make sure you weren’t crossing thesafety cord. Him telling you not to touch anything suspicious also happensfrequently. There can be poisonous fish and rocks after all, always the worrywart. If you would happen to get any cramps while swimming, Hanzo would bethere for you in an instant as well, taking you into his arms while he swimsyou both to the shore. He might even hold you longer if you ask him to, the twoof you having a romantic swim somewhere private when he takes you there. If thetwo of you are finished moving around in the water, the warrior was happy tohear you finally wanted to lie down for a little while, the both of yousettling comfortably on the pool chairs.

- Theumbrella Hanzo brought was very much a blessing as well, as it let through theright amount of sunshine while giving the two of you protection at the sametime. The archer would get quite a nice tan as well, the slightly bronze skinhe already possessed turning a shade darker and he had to blush at thecompliment you gave him about it. Of course, he would compliment you on yourbeachwear as well, telling you that you truly looked divine and that it accentuatedyour sun-kissed skin. Once it is time to eat, the archer again comes prepared,holding two lunchboxes which he had packed beforehand and hands you one. Thedrinks were transported in a special cool box and thus you had enoughrefreshment to keep you going for a while longer. After the two of you wouldhave eaten your fill, the digesting process would take its toll and incombination with the heat, the both of you became somewhat drowsy and decidedto hang around your ‘campsite’ for the rest of the day, instead of returning tothe water. You would eventually doze off in one of the chairs, as you laycontentedly on your stomach while your back would get an extra tan and evenHanzo managed to snooze in a few minutes, his face securely guarded by hissunglasses. He would wake up after a short while though, probably checking hisphone and deciding to continue with his novel while he watched over you as youwere still sleeping peacefully. The sight would bring a fond smile to his face,chuckling afterwards as he saw your not-so-charming-expression, as your cheeksseemed to be smudged together because of the way you laid your face against theside of the chair.

- Afterthe two of you packed your things again to return home, you gave the archer agentle kiss, which was his favorite you had grown to notice (even though henever admits anything, his expressions always gave everything away), as a thankyou for bringing you so much fun and entertaining you during the day. Thearcher would blush heavily in response because of your affection once again,but a small smile would grace his features afterwards once you took your seatin the car. Hanzo too was secretly very happy to have had a carefree day likethis again, as it had been a long while since he felt so relaxed, even if hecan be a grump sometimes, he did in fact enjoy the atmosphere of the beach andthe water. Deep down, he truly is elated that you had such an accomplished dayas well and that was ultimately what mattered the most to him in the end.

[thepainlessmoustache]

The Rain Fic

Bressie’s always been a creature of the sun. No matter the time of year, if there was sun you could find Bressie chasing it. Either by running, driving, swimming or sometimes just laying on his living room floor and basking in it. He eats it up any chance he gets, lives for those days when he can run around outside without a top and feel the burn of it on his shoulders.

It wasn’t until Niall that he came to appreciate the rain. Niall loves the sun, of course, but it’s rain that makes him go soft in the eyes. He’s never really asked about it, why Niall seems to prefer the rain so much. He figures it’s just one of those things. Some people like broccoli, others don’t. Some people like the sun, others the rain.

It’s not until an early morning after a late night when he wakes up on Niall’s sofa that he’s curious. Niall’s what wakes him up, the quiet thump of his feet hitting the floor and the pops of his coffee maker bubbling. It’s dark in the flat, so either ungodly early or a gloomy day or both. Bressie levers himself up to look at Niall, who is leaning over his kitchen sink, back to him and shoulders relaxed in a way that tells Bressie he’s just gazing out the window for the sake of it.

He can’t really hear the rain, but he sees the drops on the glass that Niall reach up to trace with his finger. It’s a lazy rain, a rain that drips more than falls. One without a wind to chase it. He watches Niall follow several trails with his finger tips before his coffee pot clicks and it startles him out of it. Bressie throws himself back down onto the couch to be kept from being seen. Niall pours a cup and pads back off to his bedroom, but Bressie’s heart races for a long time after.

“We should do a crawl.” Niall says, and Eoghan wrinkles his nose.

“Mate, it’s pouring out. We’ll freeze before we hit the first pub.”

Niall waves a hand dismissively. “C'mon, Guinness goes better with cold cheeks. Laura?”

“Uh-uh.” she snorts, moving a set of chips into the middle of Eoghan’s kitchen table. Eoghan peers at her from over his cards. “I’m in for the night, Horan. Got to make sure this prick doesn’t spend my money.”

“Not your money yet.” Eoghan mutters, but they all know it will be soon.

Niall sighs and turns to Bressie with the biggest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen. It’s gotta be something he picked up from that Payne lad, because he doesn’t ever remember Niall doing it before. “Brez? You’ll come, won’t you?”

“If I have to,” he says, but Eoghan sends him a wink over his cards behind Niall’s back so he stretches out to kick him underneath the table. “Yeah, we can go out for a bit.”

Niall beams and they both stand to get their shoes and coats on. By the time they’re out the door, Eoghan is bickering with Laura, calling her a cheat, so it’s probably best they’ve left anyway. Niall’s in no hurry to go to a bar, actually passes up a couple with a wrinkle of his nose and a dismissive comment about crowds or poor drinks. It’s one of those drizzly nights, cold on his face and in his hair. Niall doesn’t seem to care about it though, even sticks his hands out and lets the rain pool into his palm. Bressie finally gets him shouldered under an awning of a closed cafe and says “Coulda just said you wanted to walk, Little. Would’ve brought an umbrella.”

“It’s not raining that bad.” Niall dismisses.

“Not for you, for me.” Bressie snorts, and Niall grins sheepishly. “You wanna run around in the rain, I’m not stopping ye.”

“No?” Niall raises his eyebrows, and it’s a reminder at how locked down his life really is. He’s seen a hundred countries and met a million people, but he can go running around in the rain anymore. Hasn’t been able to for years.

“C'mon,” Bressie says, hooking an arm over his shoulders. “You wanna give yourself a cold, let’s go make sure it’s the best damn cold we can find.”

Niall laughs at him, but his eyes are lit up and bright while they walk in the rain. Bressie is soaked through, everything but what his coat covers dripping. Niall is as pink as poppies, but he still smiles and turns his face up. For the first time in his life Bressie can feel the sunshine in the rain.

Niall goes on tour—his last tour with the boys—and it rains for a week straight in Mullingar. Bressie texts him a picture of the drops on his window and Niall texts back four crying emojis. He doesn’t hear much from him during the tour—little things, texts about food he’s tried or their last show. Asks him how he can stand it, with The Blizzards. How much life changes when you don’t have a band at your back.

Then he drops in at his flat in London unannounced at four AM and it puts fear in Bressie like nothing else does.  "Niall, are you—"

“It’s raining.”

Bressie blinks, because sure enough it pouring out and Niall is just standing in it, bangs stuck to his forehead and drops sticking in the short brown buzz on the sides.

Niall continues after a second, shivering on his doorstep. “We were supposed to fly out, but the rain—the plane’s delayed and—and all I fucking thought about was running here.”

“You ran here?” Bressie asks dumbly. “I mean, you could miss your flight, Little, why are you—”

Niall grabs the front of his shirt and hauls him out into the rain with him. He registers the stinging cold for all of a second before Niall’s kissing him, up on his toes and yanking Bressie down the rest of the way.

His cheeks and lips and fingers are frozen, but his tongue is warm and it puts Bressie’s stomach in a hundred knots. When Niall eases back, drops back onto the flats of his feet and stares at him, he says “Why the bloody hell did we both have to be wet?”

“I wanted our first kiss to be in the rain.” Niall mutters back, just as crossly. And then they’re both smiling, laughing, Bressie swooping him up into his arms and back inside with another kiss as he kicks the door shut behind them.

Niall sheds his wet clothes in Bressie’s bathroom, steals a shirt and a pair of shorts and gets swallowed up in them. Niall laughs and teases him about the size, but Bressie just puts him on top of the dryer and kisses him silent.

He gets almost two hours to kiss him warm, to watch goosebumps jump on his skin and see the pink turn red as he flushes deeper. After that, though, Niall’s phone rings relentlessly and Niall hisses and bites into Bressie’s lip like that’s going to make it stop, like it’ll allow him to stay.

It sure makes it harder for Bressie to let him go, but Niall puts on his jeans and steadfastly refuses to give him back his shirt and then he’s disappeared into a cab in the rain again. Bressie let’s it drip on him far longer than he shoulder, but it almost feels like the rain misses Niall just as much as he does.

Niall shows up nearly a month later, hair halfway to grown out and much tanner than when he left. Autumn’s in full swing so every day is gray and windy and there’s a bite of winter on it. But Niall standing on his doorstep feels like summer flooding into his house and he scoops him up and breathes him in and Niall doesn’t laugh, doesn’t tease. Just holds him just as tightly, like he missed this just as much.

It rains a week after he comes home, one of those bitter cold winter rains that freeze up on the roads. Bressie wakes up and sees Niall sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. He reaches over to brush a knuckle over his spine and Niall turns to give him a sleepy smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Wassa?” Bressie mutters, and Niall turns back towards the window.

“Just watching the rain.”

Bressie sighs and rolls out of bed. Niall frowns at him while he pulls clothes on, but he just tosses a pair of trackies over to Niall. “C'mon, then.”

Niall doesn’t ask questions, but he has a million of them in his eyes while Bressie makes coffee and grabs the keys. The rain chills Bressie to the bone just from the walk to the car, but it brings a light to Niall’s eyes. He drives him down to the river, parks next to a dock where even the early morning workers haven’t rolled in yet. He sips his coffee and watches Niall touch the raindrops on the window like piano keys. “So what’s it about the rain, then?” Bressie finally asks.

Niall shrugs, taps out another rain-drop pattern and then turns to offer him a smile. “Feels safe, like home.”

Bressie physically feels everything click into place.

He’s always been a creature of the sun. Hot and bright and burning, and it’s only a bit of a startle to realize that’s what he sees in Niall. He’s chased the sun so hard that he’d finally found it within this beautiful boy with sky blue eyes.

And Niall, who’s been soaking up the rain as long as Bressie’s known him. Niall who closes his eyes and tips his face up to the rain in the same way as he does to Bressie when offering him a kiss. Who wants the safety and memory of home.

They’ve both somehow been looking for each other their entire lives and never even realized that the sun and the rain had been right in front of them the entire time.

Bressie leans over the console and kisses him. Niall gives him a confused but warm smile when Bressie pulls away and brushes his thumb over his cheek. “I love you, Little.” he whispers, and Niall’s smile stretches even wider and Bressie smiles back as he pushes his thumb to the corner of his mouth. “Like the bloody sun.”

“I love you, too, Brez.” Niall murmurs, pressing forward to kiss him. Then he laughs, turning to bite his thumb. “Let’s go home, yeah?”

“You know,” Bressie murmurs. “I think I am.”

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Seaside

merman!AU

Part 2

A/N: this wasn’t requested but i’ve actually been working on this fic since the new year but i finally finished it! this will be a chaptered fic, that’s why it ends where it does. i really really hope you all like it! and don’t worry, i’m still working on drabbles.

wc: ~4K

The apartment you’d been living in with your brother for the past six months was cramped, to say the least. Which was why there was a brochure for a vacation house near the beach on your coffee table. Right beside an itinerary and a printed confirmation email for the car you’d rented with your friends for the following weekend.

Then the rain had come. It wore you down, making you sleepy. The city looked weary, the rain falling nonstop from sunup to sundown. You lost the motivation to carry yourself to class and your brother laid around the apartment without initiative, skipping class altogether to play video games in your living room.

At first, you’d pleaded with the weather every day as you checked outside your window. “Come on,” you murmured, looking at the pouring rain flooding the sidewalks outside, “I just need one day.”

Somewhere, someone must’ve been listening. Because on the ride to the beach, your best friend driving slow in the downpour, it stopped.

Jina tried to change the song playing and you smacked her hand away. “Driver doesn’t DJ,” you eyed her as she shot you a look, “shotgun DJs.”

“That’s a dumb rule,” Hana whined in the backseat. “Besides you always play the same stuff.”

“Just because you two don’t like pop music doesn’t mean I have to suffer,” you huffed but you were fighting a smile. The sudden sunshine had cheered you.

It wasn’t so much that you minded having your brother live with you, it was just that you’d never meant to have anyone in your apartment other than yourself. With him around, you had no privacy and you missed being able to blast the radio while you cleaned the kitchen and sit on the couch in your towel during the summertime when it was too hot to put on clothes.

The beach had always been a healing place for you. Even when you were little, whenever your parents had taken you to the beach, you had always come back feeling more chipper, more calm. Your parents had a superstition about the sea water—that it could help cure illness. In a way, you guessed they were right.

“Do you have the address?” Jina asked, tugging on your sleeve to prompt you into action. You dug through your tote bag for the papers and read the address of the house. “That means nothing to me, Y/N,” she deadpanned, “Can you google directions?”

You nodded, swatting her hand again when she tried to skip another one of your songs, and navigated her to the house.

It wasn’t a long drive compared to the time you’d spent on the highway, but it was a quiet one. The neighborhood was tranquil and you felt out of place. Part of you had hoped the place would be touristy, full of crappy-looking gift shops and greasy-smelling fish restaurants, but it looked like a place lived in, not visited.

Hana confirmed as much. “It looks…suburban, right?”

You grimaced. “Yeah.”

“But there’s a beach, isn’t there? And that’s all we wanted.” Jina pulled into the driveway of the home and turned off the car. “No whining.”

Hana pouted and gathered her things. “I’m not whining.”

The three of you tumbled into the house and glanced around. It was humbly furnished, clearly owned by someone who had decorated the house in a different decade. You had been the one to book it, after the ones you’d looked at in the brochure for a different beach had been well out of your budget. Still, it had everything you needed—two bedrooms for you and the girls and a kitchen where the three of you would attempt to cook but likely order in.

Hana and you took the big bedroom, agreeing to alternate for the following night. You dumped your things and changed, already planning to head to the water. “You coming?” You asked Hana as she searched through her suitcase.

“Ah, but I’m so hungry,” she moaned. “I think I’m gonna ask Jina if she wants to go to the grocery store.”

“Fine, you baby,” you laughed at her miserable expression. “I’ll be in the water.”

“Have fun, you mermaid,” she retorted.

The beach was empty when you arrived which would have struck you as odd if you hadn’t noticed on your way into the neighborhood that the houses were all nearly empty. You supposed it was the season, that people must not have come back yet for Spring, but it didn’t discourage you. Actually, you preferred the quiet. It gave you the freedom you’d been longing for since your brother had moved in.

You set down your towel on the sand and walked towards the edge of the water. The sea was still and you dipped your feet in, expecting the cool tide to pull at your ankles. You ignored the shivers building on your skin and trudged forward. The only way you were going to enjoy the water was if you dunked yourself in and accustomed your body to the temperature, so you pushed in until your waist was inundated then you dove under.

The water wasn’t perfectly clear because the waves had turned out the sand and seaweed.  You swam further in, until it became difficult to distinguish the seafloor, then stopped, reaching up for air and taking a moment to assess how far you were from the shore.

It shocked you when you saw how close the house seemed from where you were. You imagined there must have been a drop somewhere in the sea floor. It explained why there were no people on that part of the beach.

The discovery didn’t frighten you; you’d been swimming since you could remember and the ocean had never quite intimidated you like it had your brother.

Still, you thought, you should warn the girls about the drop and tell them they should find a shallower part of the beach. As you turned to dive back under, you caught a glimpse of something and stopped.

For a moment, it was a boy. You saw a sweet, tanned, boy deeper in the water than he should’ve been. He looked about your age, though his wide eyes made him seem younger. The boy held your gaze for a second, just long enough for you to make out the curious set of his brows and the slight parting in his lips, then he dove under.

Then you panicked. Maybe it was the seawater flooding your head or maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, but you could’ve sworn you saw a tail. A brilliant blue and green thing with scales that caught the sunlight and glimmered as he flipped his body under the surf and disappeared.

You froze. He didn’t have a tail. There’s no way he had a tail. Maybe it was a fake tail. Maybe he was just some weird kid with a mermaid fetish, so he bought a really realistic latex tail to swim in.

The thought comforted you, if only a little, and you swam back quickly, determined not to let your bizarre experience ruin your weekend. So there was some weirdo who liked mermaids in the neighborhood, that didn’t mean you had to give up the beach and spend the whole time thinking about it.

It was what you told yourself as you replayed the moment in your head on your way back to the house. You covered yourself with your towel, vaguely concerned that he might’ve been some pervert.

But no, that didn’t make sense. He swam away when he saw you.

You shook your head, hating yourself for getting so wound up over something so stupid. It would’ve helped if you hadn’t seen his face. But you’d seen his sharp jaw, his tousled hair dampened by the water, the sweetness in his eyes that you couldn’t understand. He was cute, a boy that you would’ve fretted over for months if he’d gone to your university, but he had a tail.

A fake tail, but still.

Inside the house, Jina was blasting some indie song you’d never heard and Hana was whining that no one ever let her choose the music. Jina stuck her tongue out at her and danced back to the stove where it looked like she was frying something and Hana chopped vegetables at the table, looking like a wounded dog.

“What are we making?” You asked, darting past Hana’s sad pile of veggies to Jina. She held out her pan to you and you took an appreciative sniff of the sausage she was sautéing.

“Lunch-slash-dinner. How was the beach?” Jina asked and pointed you to a pot where she had water boiling for ramen.

You opened the packets and dumped them into the pot, your mouth watering as you realized how hungry you actually were. “Okay, I guess,” you jumped, remembering the tail guy, “oh, we should find a different part of the beach to hang out at though. It’s too foamy here and the bottom drops out suddenly.”

Jina nodded. “We asked at the grocery store and the cashier said everyone uses the one near the restaurant.”

“The restaurant?” You furrowed your brow and pushed the ramen down into the water with a spoon.

“There’s only one.” Hana walked over and offered up the vegetables to Jina. “Apparently it’s supposed to be good and that’s where the nice part of the beach is.”

“We’ll go there tomorrow then.” You sighed. At least you wouldn’t have to run into the boy again.

“What time?” Hana asked.

“At dawn,” you offered.

Jina gave you a look. “Not a chance.”

---

The day was clear when you went back to the beach the next day with Jina and Hana. The three of you opted to walk the extra mile down the sand to the public beach and found it to be packed, even at the ridiculous hour you’d dragged your friends out of bed.

They were still bemoaning their luck that they had to be your friend when you found a spot on the crowded sand. You offered to take them out to eat at the good steak restaurant when you got back home and they huffed a reluctant thank you as you stripped off your dress and readied yourself for the water.

You swam deep, treading past the rambunctious kids splashing each other on their floating tubes and the couples “discreetly” making out in the water. You neared the point where the floor beneath you was uncertain and well out of your reach and you paused to let your body rest before you dove down.

Then you did. The water was murky at first but your eyes adjusted and you glanced around and—

You saw it. The boy. He was far from you and deeper in the water than you, but you could make him out clearly: the tumult of his brown hair, the slender lines of his torso sloping down into his tail.

The tail. You strained to see a seam or a marker or plasticity like the glitter in a little girl’s bathing suit, but it looked remarkably real.

You told yourself it was the saltwater and the way that it burned your eyes that messed with your vision, made you believe that the tail was realistic, but you never got to confirm your thoughts either way because as soon as you blinked out the image before you, he disappeared.

There was a chill creeping up your spine about the boy so you swam back, determined to spend the rest of the day with your friends near the shore.

Jina was suntanning when you returned while Hana had found some kids making a sandcastle near the water and was helping them, giggly and content with the children. It’d make sense that Hana, who spent every day working part-time at a daycare center, would gravitate towards the kids even on vacation.

“I asked her if she wanted to go in the water but she wanted to do that instead,” Jina told you, lifting her head from the towel only long enough to speak.

You laughed but it was weak and troubled, your mind still thinking about the boy. “Sounds about right.”

“I’m starving,” she said, lifting herself up from the ground and digging through her purse. “I’m gonna buy something, do you want anything?”

You shook your head. “I’ll wait until dinner.”

After she’d left, you closed your eyes to the sunshine. You’d never been much for suntanning, but the thought of playing with a bunch of hyper children in sludgy sand didn’t appeal to you, so you figured you’d give yourself a mental break before going back in the water with Jina or Hana.

Eventually Jina made her way back and, after tearing her way through a quick snack, she walked with you to the shallow water, somewhere past a couple that was beginning to make a mom nearby uncomfortable. Jina struck up conversation, telling you about the restaurant and the host she’d spoken to. She told you about his sweet-looking dimples and his wide shy smile and the way he ducked his head when he spoke to her and you struggled to stay interested while the rest of you looked to the deep, waiting to spot the boy again.

The hours passed by slowly and the ache to go swimming again wouldn’t disappear no matter how freaked out you were by the boy. At some point the kids Hana had been semi-babysitting had to go back home for a nap and she ditched the sandcastle to join you and Jina. The three of you sat in the water until the pruning of your fingers and toes was nearing painful and you left the water to dry out for a while.

When the sun began to set, Jina packed up your things and you trailed after her and Hana back to the house. The boy was still on your mind, but so was food so you hurried your friends into changing and trudged back to the restaurant.

The restaurant was packed, the majority of the people opting to sit outside where they could see the water, and you knew if you wanted to eat now you’d have to sit inside.

Jina fluttered her eyelashes at the host and you knew this was the boy she’d told you about. “Hi, a table for three,” she said, her voice oozing sweetness.

He smiled and it was all dimples. “Outside or inside?”

You stepped forward. “Whichever’s faster.”

He nodded and looked for something on his podium. Grabbing three menus from his stack, he gestured for the three of you to follow him. He put you at a table in the center of the restaurant and gave you another shy smile before walking back to his podium.

The menu was extensive and as you looked around you at everyone eating, you could tell the food not only looked good but smelled good too. “Should we get a bunch of stuff and pig out or save our money so we can buy groceries when we get back home?” You asked.

Hana glanced down at her purse. “All I have in my fridge is leftover soup from the takeout I ordered last week. I have to buy groceries or I’ll starve.”

Jina worried at her bottom lip with her teeth. “I think it’s cheap enough that we can spring it. We haven’t spent all that much.”

Hana shut her eyes. “Fine, let’s do it. But I’m coming over to eat every night this week, Y/N.”

Jina pinched her arm. “And mine. Don’t impose on Y/N.”

“Thank you,” Hana responded, blowing her a kiss.

“Hi there, I’m Taehyung,” you looked up at the stranger’s voice and your breath caught in your throat. He was wearing an apron and a t-shirt with the restaurant’s name on it but it was him. The boy with the tail. Except he had no tail, “and I’ll be your waiter this evening.”

Jina spoke, ordering alcohol for the table, but you were busy staring. It was his face, but up close. You could see the curve of his cupid’s bow and how big his eyes were and the tiny mole on the edge of his nose.

“…and what do you want?” Jina nudged you and you came back to your senses.  Taehyung looked at you and his expression changed for a split second then returned to normal. You ordered and tried to stop yourself from looking at his hips, hoping to spot the part of him where his tail should’ve started. You wanted to see gills or scales or something that would tell you you weren’t going crazy.

He left and you worked through what you’d seen at the beach. Had it really been a tail? Even as realistic as it was, makeup has come a long way and technology is capable of so much, so was it really a tail or just some bizarre swimming gadget?

When he returned with your drinks, you stopped him. “Hey, do you swim in the deep at all?”

He eyed you then nodded. “Sometimes.”

You forced a small smile. “I thought I saw you yesterday and earlier today.”

“I think I saw you too.” His returning smile was about as genuine as yours.

“You have an interesting swimsuit.” It wasn’t subtle, but you figured with the way he was looking at you, you were past subtlety.

His smile lost whatever kindness it had left. “One-of-a-kind.”

He left and you had plans to continue talking to him when he brought your food but another waiter came, a small one with light blonde hair and full cheeks. You expected him to come when it was time to clear your plates, but a busboy came instead, this one tall and muscular with earrings and a strangely infantile face. Not even when you were ready to pay the check did he return, the blond waiter giving you change and a sweet eye-crinkling smile as you walked out.

You returned to the house with an empty feeling in your gut, like something unfinished. At night you tossed and turned, annoying the living hell out of Jina beside you in the corresponding twin bed, but eventually exhaustion dragged you down and you fell asleep.

---

Jina was up before you, shoving things in her bag and packing up her toiletries from the bathroom. She had a glare lined up for you when you opened your eyes. “I couldn’t sleep because of you.”

“Sorry.” You hauled yourself up and tried to bully your hair back into a ponytail. “If it helps, I couldn’t sleep either.”

She shot you another glare and you left her, making your way out of the room toward the smell of coffee in the living room.

Hana was sitting at the kitchen table, practically sunk into her coffee cup. “Why do we have to leave so early?”

“Because otherwise we won’t make it back by sundown and I have class tomorrow.” You ruffled her hair and grabbed a cup to sit beside her.

She sighed. “We could’ve at least done lunch at that restaurant.” She bit her lip. “I wanted to see that boy with the dimples again.”

“He’s mine.” Jina strode out of the room and gave Hana a serious look. “You can have the pretty small one with the blonde hair.”

“Mean.” Hana pouted.

You’d begun to shut them out, the thought of seeing the boy one more time was appealing to you, in spite of his behavior at the restaurant. Maybe you’d overreacted. You needed to apologize—at least that’s what you told yourself.

“I’m gonna go out for a second, I’ll be right back.” You went out the back door before they could stop you and didn’t hesitate at the sound of their protests. You knew the most likely place to find him would be the restaurant so you headed in that direction. The beach was empty even as you neared the restaurant and you wished you weren’t heading out so you could take a swim without running into a child peeing themselves.

He was wiping down a table on the outdoor patio when you found him. Part of you thought he must’ve sensed you by the way he tensed up when you walked up but he didn’t look up from his task.

“Hey,” you called out and hated the harshness in your voice.

He looked up and you noted the closed off expression on his face. You must’ve been right before—he had sensed you.

“I just,” you took a breath and came closer, standing on the edge of the patio without fully approaching the table, “wanted to apologize for how I was prying yesterday. I think my eyes were playing tricks on me and I thought I saw a tail,” you shook out your head, hating how ridiculous the words were now that you’d said them out loud, “so I was just being weird. I’m sorry, seriously.”

He looked at you for a long time, feeling you out. “Where are you from?” He finally asked you.

“The city,” you told him. You told him about the college you went to, how you’d come here with your friends, how long the drive had been, how you wished you could stay longer. He hadn’t asked you any of those questions, but you volunteered it anyway, the words coming out of you like a spell.

When you finished, he grinned. It was more mischief than you’d expected. “Will you come back?”

“I hope so.”

“Good.” His smile spread, reaching his eyes and softening.

You found yourself smiling back and before you could stop yourself, you spoke. “Can I see you again? When I come back I mean.”

He hesitated, giving you another questioning look but with more amusement than before, then nodded. “I’ll be here.”

You stared, realizing you had to leave before you told him more things you weren’t prepared to tell him and before Jina and Hana came to look for you. “Good,” you said and waved goodbye, “I’ll see you then.”

He stared at you as you walked off, you could feel his eyes on you as you walked away and as much as you wanted to believe he was checking you out, you thought he might be intrigued by you, by your bizarre honesty, by the fact that you kept popping up everywhere he went. He was probably freaked out by you, but for now he still wanted you around.

Jina and Hana were all packed when you returned and they had already loaded your things in the car. Jina held out the keys to you, a smirk on her face, “We loaded everything up so you get to drive.”

“Damn,” you muttered.

She gave you a wide grin, pulling open the passenger door. “And this time I’m DJ.”

---

Taehyung was distracted all morning at the restaurant. He should’ve been working, he’d gotten the morning shift to open for breakfast with Seokjin but…she’d seen him. The girl had seen him in the water. He wanted to tell Namjoon but he was afraid of what he’d say. What if they did something to her? What if they told him to stay away from her?

And why was that such a bad thing? Something tugged at his chest when he thought about it. She’d come all that way just to apologize and then ended up talking to him for nearly an hour.

And strangely enough, he didn’t feel worried that she knew about him. He wanted to feel the panic in the back of his throat that was critical for his survival, but even when she’d told him about seeing his tail, he couldn’t find it in him to be concerned. It was the lack of concern that had worried him, so he’d avoided her for the rest of the night in an attempt to make himself gain the anger he was missing. Maybe it was stupidity or naivete, but he felt like he could trust her.

And she wanted to see him again. Why did that excite him? She would come back, she said. For him. He told himself he was being ridiculous, that he didn’t know her well enough to care about her, but the words didn’t reach his heart.