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fyonahmacnally · 10 months

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Kiss Me in the Rain

It’s a quiet Friday evening. They’re quietly basking in each other’s company on the rooftop terrace of Kara’s apartment building. Since the blonde’s return, it’s become a common occurrence. Almost every time Lena asks what she wants to do, Kara’s response is ‘spend time with you doing simple things’. It’s something she has been insistent about in the months since she’s been home from the Phantom Zone, indulging in the small things.

Of course, Lena’s certainly not going to argue. Why would she? She’s been pining over her gorgeous best friend for years, always willing to give her time to the woman. Any time spent with Kara is time well spent, in her opinion. Besides, there is no one else she’d give her time to, no one else worthy.

Their current position has them leaning against the wall of the building, gazing out at the city with its twinkling lights and people mulling about. Inquisitive green eyes wander toward the distinct profile of her best friend standing next to her. She’s in awe of the way the dwindling rays of the sun seem to caress her tan skin and create a starburst of color in golden waves. All the while, her traitorous heart zealously flutters against her ribs, inelegantly clamoring to deposit itself into Kara’s strong hands.

The ravenette’s thoughts are broken as her eyes land on the concerned deep blue orbs staring back at her. Kara’s eyebrows crinkle and her eyes drop briefly to Lena’s chest before darting back up, a look in them that shoots sparks right down her spine. “Everything okay? Your heart just did some interesting acrobatics.” A lopsided smile joins the concerned crinkle on Kara’s handsome face.

Lena laughs. She’s been caught and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it. Yet again her body tells on her. No matter how much stoicism she uses to mask it, she’ll never fool super hearing. Maybe she needs to find a spell for that, she idly considers. “Yes, I’m fine. Just…lost in my thoughts.” She smiles, feeling the blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “Sometimes my brain still needs to see that you’re real, that you’re truly here. Sorry for staring.”

A warm hand lands on the small of Lena’s back and another on her stomach. Kara turns her body until they’re facing each other. “I’m here and very real, Lena. Thanks to your beautiful brain.” She leans forward, places a soft kiss to the ravenette’s forehead, and pulls her close until they’re in a full body embrace. “I’m so grateful for you. You’ve saved me so many times and in so many ways. More than you know.”

Lena’s breath hitches and her eyes flutter. The position is nothing new, but she still isn’t used to being so tactile with someone, having someone in her space again. Not yet, anyway. Kara’s warmth is something she wasn’t sure she’d have again and she cherishes every moment, but it absolutely steals her breath each time it happens. Specifically now that she is sure of what she feels and what she almost lost. “Kara.” She whispers, desperately trying to swallow the lump settling in her throat. “I missed you so much.” She blinks back the tears stinging her eyes, refusing to let them fall.

“I missed you too, Lena.The Phantom Zone made me relive losing you a million times.” She leans back and smiles sadly down at the watery green eyes of the woman she now realizes she’s very deeply in love with. “I feel like we have a lot of lost time to make up for. That I have so many things to atone for, if you’ll let me. I’ve been home for months and I know we spend most of our free time together, but it just…it never feels like enough.” She chuckles and rolls her eyes at herself as her cheeks turn rosy.

“Aww, does Supergirl want to hang out with little ole me?” Lena winks, smirks, and quirks a well-manicured brow at the blonde, loving the effect she has on her. Clearing her throat of the welling emotion, she returns to seriousness. “I feel the same way, Kara. Making up for lost time, earning your forgiveness, and unquestionably wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. All of it. I will never tire of being with you.”

A shy smile stretches across full pink lips as azure eyes curiously scan pale features, seemingly looking for an answer to unasked questions. The blonde shakes her head, rogue thoughts pushed aside. “Same. I think I could spend every waking moment with you and still miss you in my sleep.” Kara shrugs and leans back into their still lingering hug. She turns her face into the warmth of Lena’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent that is simply Lena. Her lips softly graze the pulsing artery under soft skin as she speaks. “I’m so glad you’re here with me. I don’t think I would be adjusting so well without you.”

Again, Lena’s breath hitches. The heat of Kara's breath and feel of her supple lips against the skin of her neck sends electricity skittering across her body and down her spine. She tightens her arms around the blonde’s back and runs her hands across her shoulder blades, pulling their bodies impossibly closer. “I’m here for you, Kara. Whatever you need. And for the record, I am perfectly okay spending every waking moment with you.” She mutters under her breath, ‘sleeping moments too’, forgetting that the super can still hear her.

Kara laughs and pulls away from Lena just enough that they are face to face again. She tilts her head to the side and stares for a moment, watching as pale cheeks turn pink. “Did you forget about my super hearing again?” A knowing smirk sitting on her lips. “You want to spend your nights with me too, huh?” She laughs as ivory skin darkens into a rouge.

“I suppose I did forget.” Lena says as she looks anywhere but at the blonde. “You definitely weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Hmm, well I did. Does that mean you’ll sleep over tonight?” A hopeful, bright smile spreads across Kara’s face. “I was planning to ask anyway.”

A soft giggle rushes through Lena’s lips before she can stop it. “I suppose I can do that.” She pulls them both back toward the wall to look out at the now darkened sky. Desperate to change the subject, she points to the clouds across the city. “It looks like it might rain.”

“It does.” She smiles at the blatant subject change. “There’s something so alluring about the rain. A magnetic mystery. Something oddly romantic.” She nudges Lena’s shoulder next to her, ducking her head in slight embarrassment at her overshare. Slightly worried that the dark haired genius woman can see through her and spot the feelings that run wildly through her veins.

A soft, reflective smile appears on Lena’s face. “I used to have this daydream, or maybe a fantasy of sorts, when I was younger that involved rain.” She fidgets with her fingers where they rest on the edge of the wall in front of her. “I’m not completely sure why or where it came from, but it was the one that always stuck.”

Kara watches her closely, quietly encouraging the ebony haired genius to keep talking. When it becomes clear that Lena is lost to her own thoughts of whatever this fantasy might be, she reaches over to still her wringing hands. “Where’d you go? Did you drift off into this little fantasy of yours?” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, lacing their fingers together. “You can share, you know? All of your daydreams and fantasies are safe with me.”

Lena isn’t sure how Kara meant that statement, but her body took it to mean something decidedly not platonic. Once more, sparks skate across her skin and down her spine, landing squarely between her thighs. Shaking her head of the increasingly naughty thoughts, she glances over at the blonde. Her best friend is biting her bottom lip and staring at her lips at the same time.

She licks her lips and lifts a questioning brow when darkened blue eyes lock with her own. “I did get lost in my dream world for a minute. It’s been a while since I’ve allowed myself to think about things like that.” She smirks as Kara’s eyes drift down to her lips again. “Find something interesting, Kara?”

“Hmm? Oh. Sorry.” Kara says, feeling her blush spread across her cheeks and down her chest. “I was just thinking about what this fantasy involving rain could be. You’ve never really shared anything like that with me before and now I am very curious.”

A melodic laugh fills the air around them as it bursts from Lena’s lips. She squeezes the blonde’s hand still intertwined with her own. “I’ve never really shared them with anyone, I guess. Especially not this one. Growing up in the environment I did, I was never really allowed to express fantasies or daydreams of any kind. Especially not any that involved romanticizing.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Could you imagine Lillian or Lex having any type of romantic inclinations?! They were barely human on a good day.”

Kara chuckles. There’s a sparkle of mischief in those beguiling green eyes. She’s spent many nights thinking about what kind of teenager Lena might have been and moments like this make her think there’s still much to learn about the mystery that is Lena Luthor. “I bet you are full of lots of surprises, aren't you?” She grins as she sees the cheshire cat smile make its way onto plump lips. “Oh, that smile tells me I’m not wrong!” She laughs and lifts their hands to her lips to place a soft kiss to the back of a delicate pale hand

“There are so many things you don’t know about me, Miss Danvers.” She winks and leans over to whisper in the blonde’s ear. “I was quite rebellious in my own ways. Some that very few people know about.”

She shudders at the wet warmth of Lena’s breath against the shell of her ear. They are most definitely skating on the edges of their normal flirtatious banter and it’s scattering goosebumps all over her impenetrable skin. Now she absolutely wants to know more, but specifically wants to know what this little fantasy is about. “You know you have to tell me now. I’m always curious to know more about you, but this has greatly piqued my interest.”

“What do you want to know?” Lena gives her a smoldering look, lightly running her free hand up and down the skin of Kara’s forearm. She smiles at the goosebumps that follow her touch. “I am an open book for you, Darling.”

Kara practically chokes on air and disbelief at the look the ravenette gives her. There is a shift in the energy between them. She’s not sure what it is or what’s happening, but everywhere Lena’s fingers touch her skin feels like her body is on fire. “W-what’s the rain fantasy? And I definitely want to know about your rebellious ways.” She tilts her head to the side. “I bet you went out and got tattoos and piercings, didn’t you?”

With a devilish smirk, she leans toward the blonde and whispers, “Oh absolutely. I still have several piercings. They’re just not visible.” She chuckles as she watches Kara’s eyes bulge and hears an almost inaudible squeak escape. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll show them to you someday.”

A very inelegant whimper makes its way out of her throat and her imagination runs wild. She has some ideas about where Lena’s piercings are and it does quite a few assuredly non-platonic things to her body. “I think it would be a lot…of fun. To know. Those things. About you.” She clears her throat in an attempt to clear her thoughts. “Now, what about the rain fantasy? Are you going to tell me or keep avoiding it?”

Lena laughs. A full belly laugh. She caught Kara off guard, but she recovered pretty well. “Are you sure you want to know? We’ve never really talked about those types of things together and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She smiles at her best friend. “You can’t unknow this about me once it’s out there. Last chance.”

“I promise I want to know. There’s nothing you can say to me that will make me love you any less, Lena. It’s not possible.” She grins at the rosy cheeks she gets in return. “Plus, you’re only ever evasive like that if it’s something that means a lot to you. That will always make me want to know.”

She releases a deep breath and observes the way Kara’s eyes dance curiosity in the now overcast moonlight. The clouds have moved closer to where they are and darkened the sky around them. “I think it started when I watched The Notebook when I was 18. I kept hearing the girls in my dorm talking about how romantic the movie was and I had never seen it.” She glances at Kara. The blonde is listening intently so she continues.

“By the way, that movie is emotionally devastating. Anway, I watched it on my laptop tucked into my bed in my dorm. The scene where they confess their feelings and end up kissing in the rain resonated with me and sparked a fantasy of being kissed in the rain by the love of my life.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Unfortunately, life doesn't always work that way. So, over the years, the fantasy has evolved and built upon the first kiss in the rain.”

“What has it evolved into? It obviously started from kissing in the rain, but there seems to be a lot more to it based on the look in your eyes and how far your mind wandered off.” Kara grins and watches Lena’s mind slowly drift again. “Just like that! You just drifted off again.”

Lena shakes her head and forces her thoughts back to the conversation, away from the erotic fantasy that has begun to feature the woman next to her in recent years. “Sorry. Well, it varies, but it always involves kissing in the rain. Sometimes there are torn sheets in the rain as well.” She cuts her eyes to the side and watches as the blonde’s brain catches up with her words, chuckling when blue eyes go wide. “The simplest one starts with a picnic under the stars and ends with making love on the blanket. But, it’s always interrupted by the rain.”

She pauses and gathers her thoughts before finally adding. “I think my favorite is making love on the blanket. When the rain comes, we scramble to cover ourselves and end up tearing the sheets that are covering our naked skin. As the rain falls, our bare bodies are pressed together while we stand in the rain wrapped in the sheets. We share a passionate kiss as the rain pleasantly stings our skin. Then we profess our love for each other as we rest our foreheads together in the middle of a rainstorm.” She sighs and shrugs her shoulders. “Or something like that.”

Kara stands stock still and is eerily quiet beside her. She’s unsure what to say or do after the incredibly intimate and vulnerable confession. Swallowing hard, she chances a glance at the woman next to her and what she sees sends a shudder through her body and throb to her core. The blue of her eyes barely rim the wide, blown out pupils. Her cheeks are flush and her breathing is heavier than before. If she had to guess, she would say the blonde is turned on by the revelation. And well, she’s not sure what to do with that at the moment.

So, she clears her throat and tries for self-deprecation. “It’s a bit unrealistic, but something about it has always stayed with me.” She smiles shyly. “Have you ever fantasized about something like that?”

“Um, yeah. I guess so.” Kara swallows hard. She’s not sure she can speak coherently right now. Every word and the way Lena talked about it produced some very vivid images. The images are still dancing in her mind's eyes. Images of her and Lena acting out the fantasy. And well, let’s just say that her heart isn’t just beating in her chest anymore. “T-that was…I can understand why it stayed with you. I think it will likely stay with me too.” She chuckles.

Lena leans her head onto Kara’s shoulder. “Hmm, glad I have someone to share the burden now.” She laughs and squeezes the bicep of the arms that’s holding up her head. “There’s just something about kissing in the rain that seems like it would be so raw and real. I think it would be a very memorable first kiss.”

They stand in silence for a while. Both lost in their own thoughts, when the first drop of rain hits their skin. It takes another five minutes before the rain really starts coming down. Before they know it, they’re both laughing and leaning into each other, letting the rain wash over their skin.

“Well, I guess that means we need to call it a night, huh?” Kara says, pulling Lena away from the wall and toward the door to the stairwell. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it wasn’t easy for you.”

Lena smiles. “Sharing with you makes it easier.” She pulls the blonde to a stop just before they get to the door, slowly running her hands up the now damp skin of Kara’s forearms. “What if I wanted it to be you?” She asks quietly as her arms loop around the blonde’s shoulders.

Still darkened blue eyes bounce between hopeful green. “W-what do you mean?” Kara asks, swallowing the hope that keeps trying to camp out in her throat. “Tell me, Lena.”

Delicate fingers mingle with the loose strands at the nape of Kara’s neck, pulling their foreheads together. Lena gently rubs their noses together, their breath mingling in the scant space between them. She breathes against the pink lips she’s imagined kissing for years. “My first kiss in the rain. The fantasy has been you for years. All of it has been.” A shaky breath escapes as their eyes lock and she presses forward. “Tell me to stop.”

“I don’t want you to.” Kara whispers. “Please. Kiss me in the rain.”

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sweetcarrotsandroses97 · 10 months

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Impact Of The Heart | PJM

Pairing: non! idol Jimin x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Jimin had been flatmates for a long time now. Your relationship consisted in soft quarrels and flirty comments, longing gazes and aching hearts. When you leave the flat after an argument, Jimin must find you in time and tell you how he feels before he fears its too late for words to change fate.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: angst, non! idol au, flatmates! au, thoughts of unrequited love, happy ending, reader is described to be shorter than Jimin (he deserves to be tall at least in fiction xD), kissing, mild language (just a couple of words), feelings of fear, anxiety and heartbreak, fluffy ending.

*banner made by me :D

A/N Hello everyone! I've been working on this for a couple of days now, I hope you will like this, a bit long, drabble. I'm still working on the next part of "Four Seasons" but I recently entered college and I'm a bit busy atm. I'll try to update as soon as I can. Take care and thanks for reading! 💜

It was raining outside. Heavily so. Making Jimin worry every second for you to text or call him back. You hadn't even read his last texts for heaven's sake! And that made him anxious.

You never left a text unanswered.

Never.

Why was he feeling anxious?

He sighed at his own thoughts. His heart already knowing the answer to that question that he nearly rolled his eyes when he wondered it once more.

You and him had been roommates for nearly five years since the both of you finished college and, conveniently enough, the both of you needed a place to stay with a low rent.

Jimin decided that you both could split the rent while living there together in a seemingly civilised way. And, to his surprise, you agreed. To say that you and Jimin got along since day one was fast-forwarding on so many events that happened between you both until you two settled in a friendship with longing gazes and stolen touches.

He couldn't help the pang of jealousy he felt when you announced earlier that day that a coworker of yours had asked you out to dine with him. You looked so happy about it that he had to force a smile on his plump lips so as to not disappoint you.

But as the storm outside got heavier, he had sent you a quick text asking if you were alright, if he needed to pick you up. To which you answered that you were, in fact, quite fine. He sent yet another text, asking for the address of the place you were having dinner at just in case but you didn't answer his message.

And that had happened nearly an hour ago.

He tried calling you but your phone was switched off and he cursed under his breath. The only thing he could now do was to trust you, hoping that you would be back home soon. However, Jimin had already made up his mind that if you didn't show up by eleven o'clock he was going to leave the flat and search for you.

Even when he had no idea of where you could be. When he didn't have a place to start searching. He would at least look for you.

In the last year, whatever rough edges your roommate relationship had once had evened out. Jimin became a good and close friend to you rather than just your flatmate. And to him, well that was another case.

Jimin also viewed you as a close friend. But he couldn't help how his fingers would tingle every time you would pass him the bowl of popcorn on your lazy movie nights or when you would casually hand him over his phone when he had left in a place he couldn't find it.

He couldn't help but feel the butterflies in his stomach swirl wildly when you laughed out loud when he would fall out of a chair. A fond smile would appear on his face when he discovered you had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his long shift to end and he had to carry you back to bed.

But with those feelings, a more bitter sensation also appeared in his heart. Like in those times when you'd smile when a coworker texted you wishing you a good night. Or when you were invited to a fancy dinner and you got all dolled up only for you to have other eyes on you.

It felt ridiculous. At least to him. For being jealous of you when you weren't his and he wasn't yours. He didn't have the right to. He didn't have to worry. He didn't have to feel threatened.

Yet he did.

Every. Single. Time.

And now, it was not different. He felt a wrong sensation crawling up his chest that made him think the worst possible scenarios about your date.

But only when he had decided he had waited long enough and was about to grab his car keys, the electronic lock of the front door chimed and the next thing he knew was that you were standing in the entrance way, trying to get your shoes off while you were trying to put the large black umbrella in its place.

"Where have you been? You weren't answering any of my texts."

The worry was evident in his voice. And you would have noticed it if you weren't fighting for your life at the entrance door trying to get your shoes off.

"Well... my phone died."

You said and Jimin was quick to catch the annoyance in your normally sweet voice. The next thing he knew was that you were walking across your shared flat, a grim look on your face and a harshness to your steps he had only witnessed when you were upset or stressed about something.

"Did something happen?"

He asked. In a cautious way. Jimin knew you could get more irritated when he asked you something and you were in one of your moods.

You sighed. Taking a bottle of soju from the fridge. You didn't even get yourself one of the small glasses before you were already taking a swig from the beverage.

His eyes grew wide when he saw you do that. Immediately knowing something was bad. Really bad.

"It's just... aish. Men are assholes."

Jimin couldn't help but chuckle at your muttered words. You drank once more from the bottle so he decided to stop you before you got too drunk to manage.

"Yes, I know."

His hands brushed yours before the bottle of soju left your grasp and the sound of glass hitting the marble counter filled your ears.

"But you care to explain why you are insulting us?"

Your eyes met his. And suddenly, the entire dinner you had had with your coworker flashed in front of your eyes.

"It's just that... I went out with Junseo and... well the date was crappy as hell."

Jimin's hand got a hold of yours as he guided you out of the kitchen and back to the living room.

"I don't want to say "I told you so" but, I told you so."

You rolled your eyes at your friend. He really wasn't helping you at the moment.

"Jimin, what advice can you give me? The both of us have been single since middle school! I know that going out with Junseo was a mistake, I've now proven that theory, but at least I'm trying to find someone. Shouldn't you do the same and stop lecturing me about my, clearly non.existent, love life?"

Now you were frustrated. You didn't exactly know why though. You just were. Maybe it was because Jimin was on his pedestal of know-it-all. Or because of the awful date you just came back from. It could be that Jimin was still holding your hand and the butterflies in your stomach were flying wildly or perhaps the fact that one of your closest friends was so oblivious to your feelings for him.

Or a combination of everything.

He suddenly let go of your hand, a coldness seeping through your bones the moment he stopped touching you. He ran his hands through his hair, messing with the brown locks even more.

"I don't know why you are so rude to me, (y/n). I'm trying to help. There are better guys out there than Junseo, I just wanted you to see that for yourself but you can be so stubborn that not even the idea of 2+2 can get in your head sometimes."

And now Jimin was frustrated. At your lack of comprehension for his feelings. At your harsh words to him. At the attitude you showed. But then again, he had not been better himself right now. When he opened his mouth to apologise you cut him off with a scoff.

Now he had fucked up.

The hurt that flashed in your eyes tore at his heart. But you didn't hold yourself back. You were tired. Tired of this pointless life. Of not being enough. Of feeling invisible. Of Jimin not loving you back.

"Shut up, Park. You don't know what you are talking about. The man I love doesn't even see me as a potential girlfriend! So shut up about my life, you know nothing. Nothing at all. Stop butting yourself in my business."

You didn't leave room for argument. You hadn't raised your voice but it was cold. Calculated even. And the cold daggers pierced Jimin's soft and thudding heart.

You turned around, not grabbing neither your phone nor your coat. You barely had time to put your shoes back on before you left the flat with the front door slamming shut.

Jimin let out a deep sigh. He had screwed this up. And it wasn't the first time you both got into arguments. It was normal for flatmates to argue. But those small fights revolved around what kind of butter to buy or who's turn it was to do the dishes. Not about something like the one he just had with you.

His mind kept rising with millions of responses he could have given you. The main one being him admitting his feelings for you. But he couldn't allow those words to escape his mouth in the middle of an argument.

If so, if Jimin ever planned on letting you know about his love for you, he would like to plan it, take you out on a cute date or in one of your casual dinners at the flat.

He didn't want to shoot the words in the middle of anger and hate.

That is, if he ever manned up enough to say those three words.

He sat down on the couch, the raising thoughts giving him a headache as he ran his hands over his face. But the trance his mind had fallen in was broken when a loud thunder sounded at the distance.

Looking through the window, he was met with the strong rain dancing over the glass, the city lights blurred in the distance and the night sky swallowed the streets.

He stood up. You had left the flat. You had walked out in the middle of your anger. In the middle of an argument when the fumes were still very present and Jimin knew you hadn't even bothered to take your coat with you.

That thought was confirmed when he looked at the coat hanger and yours rested there, almost as if mocking him. Without a second thought, Jimin sprinted over to the front door, noticing your phone in the small table where his car keys rested as well.

Putting his shoes on, he grabbed a large black umbrella and was out the door in the next second. You had gone out by foot so he thought it'd be easier for him to find you if he walked around the building. Somehow in his desperate mind, that thought made sense when any other person would have thought of it to be completely insane.

The rough sound of the rain hitting the pavement filled his ears the moment he left the building. The umbrella managed to somehow shield him from the rain, at least most of it, while he began walking around. Trying to remember the usual places that you enjoyed and that were nearby.

You were walking slowly in the middle of the rain. Your clothes were completely drenched the second you stepped out of the building of your shared flat but to be honest, you didn't find it in your mind to care.

Your heart was aching.

Your mind was raising with so many thoughts it made you nauseous. The fight you had with Jimin meant more than you initially thought. That was why you left. Because in your confused mind and heartbroken heart you realised he didn't love you.

At least not like you loved him.

And it hurts.

It hurt that he tried to protect you without feeling so strongly for you.

It hurt that he'd smile every morning without a deeper meaning to it.

It hurt that he would hold your hand without wanting to claim you.

It hurt to be so close to him yet so far at the same time. Because he didn't want you in that way. You weren't important in the way you wanted to be for him. You felt rejected. Out of place in your own home.

You knew you had let your frustrations out on him. He didn't deserve that. Jimin was the sweetest man alive. He only deserved happiness. But you weren't his happiness.

Or that was what you thought.

His soft and flirty personality had made you think that perhaps he liked you in the beginning but you got to know that it was only how he was with nearly everyone.

He was too precious to hurt yet he had hurt you.

You walked and walked. Tears left your eyes and rolled down your cheeks, mixing with the rain that poured down your form. You began walking over a crossroad, your ears finding home in the sound of the rain that was almost soothing for your pained soul.

You didn't hear the quick footsteps approaching you, nor did you hear the shout of your name over the sound of the rain. You didn't hear the honk of the car as it approached you quite fast.

You could only hear the rain. The ever so calming rain along with the rapid thumping of your heart.

Jimin saw you at the distance. Despite the heavy rain that had nearly drenched him completely, the umbrella was of no use anymore. Despite the blurry vision in his eyes due to unshed tears of his own desperation. He saw you.

He saw you crossing the street. Your head hung low.

He couldn't describe the feeling when he saw you. Found you. You were there, his feet carried him without him being truly present, his mind drowning in the essence of you.

Jimin saw how your silhouette got illuminated by light. As if you were an angel. To him, you were. And he lived in a second of perfection. He watched in slow motion as you stood in the middle of the crosswalk, light framing your figure with the drops of the rain frozen in the air.

A second of perfection.

You looked ethereal.

But the clock continued its counting and the next second was the harsh landing on reality.

Jimin didn't hesitate, he was running. He ran as fast as he could. He had to reach you. He had to. The light that had made you look so majestically a mere second ago were the upcoming lights of a car that wouldn't pull over in time.

A shout of your name left his lips. The desperation evident in his voice. If only he could stop time. If only he could make it go back, stop you from leaving the flat.

"(y/n)!"

If only he had taken the impact of his heart when he had fallen for you and not wait until now.

His hand grabbed yours. The moment he got a good grip on your hand he yanked you towards him. The car sped off, not even glancing back through the rear view mirror. A gasp left your lips when you collided with his chest, his arms around your slightly shorter form.

Then there was silence. Silence in his mind. A subtle ringing in his ears as the adrenaline wore off, his breathing returning back to normal as he gripped your arms; pressed you as firmly as he could against him.

You grounded him.

You always have.

Even without knowing it. He had to make sure you were fine. He had to feel you with him. Had to stop the horrendous scenarios in his head from flying around and leaving black smoke behind.

And then he pulled you away from him. Held you at arms-length. His eyes bore into your own while he could hear the strong sound of the rain against the ground. Jimin swallowed, trying to stop the racing thoughts in his mind while thinking that you were fine. You were with him. You were alive.

"Are you crazy?! Can't you see you could have died?!"

He shouted out of anxiety. Fear. If he hadn't been gripping you by your arms so strongly you would have noticed how his hands shook. If he hadn't been so consumed by the fear, he would have noticed the redness in your eyes.

And then he realised. You had been crying. Your mind was as lost as his. His eyes softened, the grip on your arms loosened enough for you to walk away from his grasp yet you didn't move. You didn't say a word. The word of it all crashing down on you like a tsunami.

The unspoken words, the buried feelings, the ache in your heart.

Jimin sighed, a shiver ran down his spine when a subtle breeze passed you both. He took a step closer and engulfed you in his arms once more.

In a softer way. In a gentler manner.

And then he heard it. He heard your sob in the midst of the chaos that was your heart. You cried in his embrace while standing in the pavement, his chin rested atop your head as silent tears left his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry."

Your stuttered words crushed his heart. He couldn't bear the pain in your voice.

"I'm sorry too. I... I shouldn't have said those things back at the flat."

Jimin felt your hands around his waist and he tightened his hold on you just a bit more. To reassure you it was fine. That he was there. That you weren't alone. You would never be alone for as long as he lived.

You clutched his shirt in your fists, letting the pain, the anguish, the fear, the shock all wash over you.

"You scared me out there, (y/n/n)."

He whispered. His words were meant for the wind to carry them but you heard them well. You always heard what he had to say.

Lifting your head, you gazed into his eyes, noticing the unshed tears in his dark orbs.

"Why would you be scared? Why did you come out here to find me?"

Jimin looked down at you, he didn't mind the rain pouring over you both. Your clothes were damped, so were his. Your hair was completely drenched and the light makeup on your face was slightly smudged but to him you looked beautiful. So beautiful.

He smiled softly, a tear sliding over his cheek only to then mix with the rain on his tanned skin. One of his hands cradled the side of your face and you felt fire burn your skin beneath his palm.

"Because I love you."

A small gasp left your lips. Was this real? Were you dreaming? For only in your dreams had Jimin ever confessed to having such strong feelings for you.

"I love you so much and I have loved you for a very long time."

Your lips parted softly while you blinked back the tears that melted against your eyelashes.

"Forgive me for saying it like this but I cannot hold it in me any longer. I love you, (y/n)."

A second passed after those words left his plump lips, his heart was beating so fast in his chest for a moment he feared it might leave his ribcage or worse, that you could hear how frantically and strongly his heart beat for you.

A second passed where nerves invaded his mind and body.

What if you didn't feel the same?

What if you liked someone else?

What if he was just a friend?

But then your lips were on his. You stood on your tiptoes, hands resting on his hips as you kissed him. It was soft, a small peck over his pink lips and then it ended.

You parted enough for you to be able to breath, water dripped between you both and you would be lying if you said you were calm at that moment. You were the opposite of calm. You were astonished by your own actions and surprised at Jimin's lack of rejection.

"I love you too. I have loved you for so long and I will continue to love you everyday more and more."

His lips crashed against yours the next moment, his arms fully encircling you to the point where he lifted you off your feet. The kiss was more passionate; stronger. Jimin poured his heart and soul into that kiss and you took it all without hesitation.

Breathless you parted from him. The both of you panting softly while a smile graced your lips and he looked down at you with the fondest look that had ever graced his handsome features.

"Be mine forever."

Jimin whispered. As if you were the only one meant to hear those words. The secret of his soul. You nodded, your hands caressing his face while he held you close to him by the waist.

"Love me forever."

June/29/2023

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rosstrytobe · 8 months

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I'M SORRY BUT 🤧

WHY THEY ARE SO BEUTIFUL 🥺🥺

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noacfapologyst · 23 days

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rainy coffee — matty healy

hi, i'm trying a different speech to write. i hope you like it and that and it actually works. i apologize for the misspelled things, english is not my first language.

additionally, this is dedicated to my beautiful friend @ughgoaway because i know she hasn't been having the best days here and this is to remind her how loved she is here <3 ily ace

worcounter: 1,6k of emotional fluff and some suggestive mention.

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Matty is waiting for her sitting on the wooden bench in the square, just like always.

The sky threatens to unleash a great storm as it is clad in large black and greyish clouds, but at the moment it does not seem to be a worrying factor.

The minutes go by and Matty starts eating the cuticles off his fingernails, nervous. He doesn't know if he's doing the right thing or if he's tempting fate too much like a line of fire.

He keeps thinking about whether he's in the right place at the right time. In his thoughts there appears a place you go when you need to calm down, and when him is simply convinced that it is right or wrong, he will have tried and that is what it is worth, he settle better in the bank.

There is a book in his bag, something that may have been marked by her in his life. The black leather shoes begin to feel tight on his feets, watch the black clock on his wrist nonstop. It's past five, she should be next to him. Something's wrong.

As he searches for some distraction on his phone, he hears the running of too many footsteps in the distance, at the exit of the institution a few meters from him. For him there is nothing more poetic about her life than to know that the very school where he has met her in many aspects of his life is next to the auditorium where she should be. He would like to be was a kid and sneak out and look for her.

But he doesn't need it, because he sees her coming out after a few more minutes. His clock is 5:15 p.m. and that's the exact moment when the first drops are released and he finds them sticking to the body of his jacket. She is not aware of his presence for long, until she discovers certain curls fused in a body wearing a white silk shirt, and she knows hopelessly that there is only one person who would appear like this at this hour.

"Matty!" She screams a little far away. Some people look up and then ignore it. A complacent smile is painted on her face when she see him, it's a smile of strangeness even though it wouldn't prove it like that. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi." He lowers his head a little more shy, he doesn't even know exactly what he's waiting for here. "Well, gossip spreads. Carly heard that there was a call in the auditorium when she came to ask about the kinder garden, and then we all knew that you would just be here." He's talking too much, he have to stop or he'll think he'll scare her into a completely straightforward way and throw the conversation overboard. "I'm making this about me, I'm sorry." A small smile emerges from his lips, ashamed.

"No, it's fine." She reassures him with a wave of hands and tightens the straps of her purse. "It was a surprise, but it's nice."

Those are the only words Matty needs to know that he's right and that he's not wrong to come. Then he realizes her look, there doesn't seem to be any happiness in her. "How It was?"

"Look at the weather. Maybe I'll answer it for you." She uses a muted, distant tone of voice that Matty doesn't like very much, but when he looks up at the sky and sees the lightnings exploding against each other, he understands and nods sadly. "Journalism is not my thing. I'll go back to selling coffee and I'll be fine." She speaks with determination. Matty's in denial with his head. "If the rain doesn't make me sick, obviously."

"Yes, we should go under roof." Debate a little in his mind, but being here him have nothing to lose. "Come on, at least you will eat something you like to satisfy your sorrow. I invite."

She rolls her head, trying to hide her smile but Matty notes it. "No need, Matty."

"You give it back to me another day, darling." The rain falls harder, which causes them to speed up the pace without being able to continue arguing. He brings his hand to her low waist, supporting her from behind to prevent her from falling. She doesn't stop him.

They reach the nearest café and when they enter that characteristic smell of coffee shops invades them. It's pretty hot, but they sit near the windows and the temperature gets warmer.

Matty no se molesta en pedir nada más que un café cortado. A él le interesa más que ella no se enfade porque no pasó la llamada del periódico local. Ella tiene talento, él lo sabe y nunca podría cuestionarlo. Tiene facilidad para hacer magia con sus pensamientos desde que levanta el bolígrafo.

"Hey, give yourself another try. Don't left the journalism." He breaks the silence and she turns from her previous position: watching the drops break into the glass. "Maybe the problem is that it's local. They don't know how to see it because they want the classic."

"What do you mean?" She stirs her coffee, not taking her eyes off his now. Their interest becomes something hard to take off.

"Listen. You are talented, I don't want you to ever doubt that. Just because some bitter old men tell you otherwise, they're not right." He doesn't lock any of his words into his tongue, he lets them escape, because his admiration for her is real, he's not falsifying her or making her believe a lie. "But, the city was always very little adaptable to changes. That's when you corrupt it, because you are more modern and fresher. It's not the profile they're looking for, true, but it doesn't mean you should stop trying."

Her eyes light up. In contrast, Matty is the person she most admires and respects in the world for all the years have given him. She doesn't think anyone else could have that ability to write that he has, to make everything seem so cruelly real. Then her skin turns red under his flattery, she really appreciates them and feels speechless about them.

"Oh, Matty. Thank you so much." She bites the inside of her cheek before continuing. "Maybe you're right."

After this, neither of them is able to look at the clock when they become engrossed in a varied conversation. It's nothing really serious, but it's friendly, they go through endless themes, from the color of the year to the musical novelties of the last month. The melomaniacal sense of both comes to light when they approach influences from bands of the 80s. Throughout this stretch, the rain stops, but about fifteen to twenty minutes later drops fall again, just as they decide to leave.

"I'll walk you home, sweetie." Matty hums when they come out to see the rain. "I would love to have the car here."

"Just drizzle, it's not that bad" She trivializes him because she'll never lost seconds away from him. "Thank you for this afternoon, I feel better."

"It was nothing, darling." The nickname makes her goosebumps. He's been so good to her all these hours. "I also had an amazing time today."

His hair is ruined by moisture and droplets, but it still looks so good. The fact that he has been so tender and understanding to her makes him look completely beautiful in any direction. He's always been cute, but the more she dug into their interests and discovered they were too similar, she might consider fantasizing about him. With his touch and his figure, but that broke a bit the moment of intoxicating warmth.

They walk a little more, speeding up the pace and resting between the streets when it felt too strong to continue, but they couldn't stop talking to each other, as if they were two teenagers.

"New York, why?" He asks without ceasing to feel an interest that eats away his ideas. She slows down when they're two blocks from her house.

"It is the most cliche place to feel in a movie." She shrubs her shoulders as if her answer were something logical. He analyzes it a bit and ends up saying she's right.

"Might. But, do you know what feels like being in a movie more than New York?" She plays with the key between her fingers, the key ring of a black rose does not stop swaying between her skin. They arrive at the door of her house, but neither of them wants to say goodbye and she wants to know the answer.

"Tell me."

"Kissing in the rain, dear." She is not fit to utter a word even if her plan is to nod, because all she can feel are the lips of the black hair on top of hers. And then his hands down her back to hold her as she arches through the motion.

It's chaste, it's short, but it's peaceful. It doesn't have any lust or ulterior motives. It's smooth, controlled and it's something you both enjoy having, the taste of each other.

"See you soon." When they part after several minutes of simply looking at each other and leaning both noses against each other, he plants a quick kiss again on her lips giving her a final smile and disappears just as the rain begins to clear.

She goes crazy with the metaphor that Matty could control the weather at his own mercer. She goes crazy about Matty, more than she ever was, and just repeats the moment in her head as many times as she can before she goes to sleep.

this is quite silly and i suppose quite cliche but a few days ago it was raining and i remembered how nice i find kisses on the rain.

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delicatefade · 2 months

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Reunited in a downpour

OC Kiss Week Day 2: rain 🌧

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition Context for readers outside fandom: The portal referenced in the snippet sent Lex straight to a nightmare realm! It's not good! Word Count: 732 Bonus Track:

To leave this place was to concede that he was lost to her forever. Six days ago Eilan’s lover fell into a rift in the sky and never came back. She was told it had happened fast. A battle at a fort. A dragon. A collapsed wall. He, along with five others, fell into a portal to the fade. And that was it. That was all they knew. At first his advisers had kept the faith with her. He lived, they told each other, he must live. His advisers, leaders of this upstart Andrastian army, believed the Inquisitor must live because of divine providence. He was the Herald of Andraste, an avatar of their prophet’s will incarnate, and thus he could not die. To Eilan, he was Lex, her fate. If he died, what did that mean for her? There was no life without him, and yet she lived and so must he. The advisers’ faith waned with each passing day. Eilan told herself that hers did not. Though it had become brittle, that much she could admit.

She sat at the edge of a wide, high-pitched tent. Her attention flitted between the portal that had taken Lex, still visible in the distance near the fort, and the soldiers who packed up the Inquisition’s military outpost. They had begun at dawn despite the deluge of rain. It had been raining for days, a portent the army’s mages misinterpreted as a sign of calamity. Eilan knew better. The rain was fat and heavy, like the rain of spring. To her it symbolized hope. The army’s mages had dismissed her interpretation as either the grief-desperate yearnings of a girl, or Dalish hogwash. The soldiers slipped in the mud. Crates slid out of reach. Horses were stubborn. The men and women of the Inquisition had won the battle that swallowed their Inquisitor — her Lex, gods, he was so beautiful, so bright. Is, she reminded herself, he still is. But yes, the army had won at a cost too high. One in three soldiers had died. Those who survived would live forever with haunting wounds. But two in three survived. The odds were good, perhaps even applicable to those who fell in portals. She stared at it, unblinking, willing Lex’s return. “Eilan.” Commander Cullen spoke her name with compassion as he stepped into her field of view. She looked past his shoulder. Yesterday he had told her to pack up the contents of the Inquisitor’s tent. She had not. “The Inquisition must move on. We are all heart-broken by the loss of the Inquisitor, though I do not pretend any of us can begin to understand your grief.” His eyes were red and inflamed, evidence that he spoke true about his feelings on the matter. He was also correct that none could understand hers. Something dark fell from the mouth of the portal. Then four more dark things. Eilan got up and pushed past Cullen, darting out into the cold rain. The mud was slick beneath her feet. She scrambled towards the fort. “Eilan!” Cullen called after her. “He’s here,” she cried back. Saying it aloud made her heart thump in her ears. She felt light-headed, reality slipped. Near the rift, lights flashed, a battle. Was it him and the others fighting through the demons that lurked near every rift? It had to be. As she reached the entrance to the fort, Lex. He stepped out into the muddy field, already soaked through. A flash of recognition, then blubbering, sobbing cries, his and hers. They ran to each other. Her cheek slid against his. His hand gripped her back, his fingers dug in. She trembled, so did he. He smelled of sulfur and something astringent. She whimpered as she touched his face, saw him in blurry glimpses. A smear of blood on his forehead. Patches of soot on his skin. His armor broken at the shoulder. One arm held against his ribs in pain. They kissed desperately between sobs, lips blue and teeth chattering. The water on her face was cold and hot in peels, a mix of rain and tears. She sobbed his name. Oh gods. He said he’s here, he’s here, it’s okay. His hand cradled her head against him. It shook and shook. They kissed again and again, could not stop crying, mewling and fumbling for each other, those poor and keening souls.

---- This is a moment I've not yet reached in my Lex/Eilan story. It was a treat to write it early! Eilan is my OC and Lex belongs to @bluewren Want to follow their story? Start here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52434187/chapters/132646609

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absentia-if · 1 year

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The rain falls around you both seemingly in slow motion; pattering against the pavement in a dulcet tone that echoes within your own heartbeat. You didn’t notice that your clothes were now clinging to your body like a second skin, nor did you notice the people rushing by as they tried to get someplace dry, because all you could focus on, all you could see, is the person standing before you.

Who has the same level of desperation etched across their face as your own; an emotion that translates perfectly within their tone.

“Kiss me.”

— Planned Concept First Kiss

#absentia #couldn’t not share it #kiss in the rain #it’ll probably go somewhat differently #but wanted to give you all a taste

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dinhui · 10 days

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#onewe #planet nine : isotropy #kiss in the rain

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lovejita100 · 1 year

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17 de abril, la lluvia es increíble, el delicioso petricor que despide la tierra húmeda crea el mejor ambiente para enamorar~

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frosket · 1 year

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#gay #men #muscle #man #male #ripped #gym bro #jacked #love #tall men #kissing #kiss in the rain #tongue #pool #wet boy #wet man

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aparticularbandit · 4 months

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Kiss in the Rain

Summary: Ash may have asked Agnes to cross the multiverse with her, but Agnes refuses to believe there's anything romantic in that question. No one really wants her, after all.

Part of The Finding Family Omnibus.

Agnes Bohner/Wanda Maximoff (Earth-838)

Rating: T.

AO3

She was never meant to stay here forever.

Agnes remembers the first time Ash asked in that early morning quiet reserved just for the two of them, remembers the sharp scent of ginger in her tea, the equally sharp tang of it on her tongue, remembers Ash stirring her tea with a silver spoon and saying, “I think I might leave soon,” before glancing up briefly through her lashes and asking, “Would you like to join me?”

It’s not a request to run away with her by any means, but Agnes grew up on romance stories and soap operas. She can read between the lines. (She tells herself not to because that’s what screwed her over with Wanda – with Scarlet – but she can’t help it. For all that her life might look like nothing but one trouble after another to an outsider, Agnes’s best quality is positivity. Her worst is mistaken hope.)

“Where would we go?” Agnes asks while her heart warms and constricts. “Not that…not that I mind, of course, dear.” Her gaze drops to her tea, focuses on the warm amber color within, the way it ripples as her hands so slightly shake.

Ash takes a sip of her tea. “I haven’t decided yet.” She pauses. “Somewhere far away.”

When her words trail away, Agnes sneaks a glance of her. Ash’s gaze has moved away from her, out the nearest window, full of longing. The thick scar across her forehead gleams white in the morning sunlight. It’s alluring. “What about Scarlet?” she asks, trying to keep her voice from trembling. “What about Agatha?”

What about our family? is what she should be asking, but…but….

Ash snorts and turns back to Agnes, resting her head in her free hand. “I think they’re quite full of themselves, don’t you?”

Of course, when Ash brought up traveling to another universe, Agnes had her doubts.

“What if we want to come back?” she’d asked. “What if we want to visit all of the lovelies still here?”

Ash just tilted her head to one side and looked at Agnes with deep green eyes that might as well have been peering into her soul. “Do you think you’ll want to come back, Agnes?”

Even now, Agnes hasn’t told Ash everything that happened with Agatha and Scarlet, but sometimes…sometimes it feels like she still knows, somehow. It felt like it then, too; she remembers wondering if the others told her. It soured her against them even more; that sort of thing should stay between them. It shouldn’t—

“No,” Agnes found herself saying, the softest sort of admission she’s ever made before, one that she wouldn’t be making at all, even to herself, if she didn’t have to consider the possibility. “I don’t think I will.”

Over another cup of tea while everyone slept, Ash convinced her to live together in the new universe. “At least at first,” she said with that disarming gentle lift of one corner of her lips. “I think it will help the boys have some sense of normalcy.”

“Of course, dear.” Agnes nodded, thinking nothing of it. “We need to consider the boys. I’ll stay as long as you like.”

Ash lifted her cup of tea between both hands and blew gently across its top. “Us, too,” she murmured as the cup warmed her hands. “I think it will be nice for us, too.”

She didn’t intend to do so, but Agnes startled regardless. When she looked up, she found that Ash was simply taking another sip of her tea, as though what she’d said didn’t mean much of anything at all. So Agnes stilled her rapidly beating heart with a calming breath in – the scent of orange from her tea stirring in the air – and said, “Yes.” She swallowed and nodded once. “It…it would be nice to…to not have to start over all on our own, wouldn’t it, dear?” A nervous chuckle escaped her. “Of…of course, you would never be on your own, since you have your boys, but….”

“Mmhm.”

When Ash smiled around the lip of her teacup, Agnes didn’t catch it. Perhaps it’s better that she didn’t.

The only problem with this new universe – and Agnes didn’t even consider it a problem, she still doesn’t – was how many people looked at her sometimes as though they know her, as though she did something horrible to them. It happened so often in those first few days that the boys picked up on it. Even Tommy started giving her a look of disgust.

Ash just took her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, and said, “Maybe it’s time that we give somewhere else a try.”

After the third new city in a month, Agnes suggested, gently, that maybe, maybe it would be better for the boys if they went their separate ways. “I can take care of myself, hon,” she’d said over their morning cup of tea. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“But who will I drink tea with?” Ash asked, her deep green eyes wide with shock. Before Agnes could suggest that she might find someone new to drink tea with (or that, perhaps, Agnes didn’t need to live with her to drink tea with her), she continued, “Who would I start my days with?”

Agnes’s cheeks flushed bright, and she dropped her gaze. “It was only for a little while,” she murmured, staring at her hands and clasping them together to give her some sort of stillness. “It was only until we got used to this new world, wasn’t it, hon? I was never meant to stay here.”

With you.

“I’m not kicking you to the curb, Agnes.”

And that was that.

Agnes has never been very good at conflict, and she’s even less good at it when the conflict is just as much within herself. She wanted to stay with Ash – she still does – and at least then, Ash gave her a good reason to stay. Why would she ever fight against that? She wouldn’t. She didn’t.

But….

It was another few months before they found somewhere the people didn’t seem to know Agnes, and it was another few months beyond that where they settled in and became normal parts of the town, and it was another few months beyond that before Tommy looked at Agnes, gave her that same disgusted look he’d learned from the people who acted like they knew her, and said where his mother could not hear him, “When are you gonna leave?”

“I…I…um….”

“Mom doesn’t even like you, you know.” Tommy looked over Agnes in a way that reminded her of the way Ralph used to look at her, and any of her objections disappeared in a moment. “She just lets you stay here because you’re so pathetic.” He glared at her. “Why don’t you go live your own life, huh?”

Agnes just stood there while Tommy walked off, breathing heavy. Over the next several days, she thought of Ralph, who often spat words at her in just the same blunt, certain tone, and of Agatha, who’d hugged her and kissed her when they first truly met (other than the break-in, which Agnes tends to not think about), but who’d left her alone when she’d most needed someone, and even more importantly of Scarlet – of Wanda – who was the last person who brought her from her normal life all the way out into the middle of nowhere, who’d seemed like she’d wanted her there, who’d encouraged her affections, and who’d, in the end, only wanted her because—

Maybe, for once, she should listen to the people who are telling her the truth.

Maybe she should leave.

She was never meant to stay here forever.

Agnes knows that.

But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier when she finally starts to pack up her bags, pack up the life she’d built here in this little house with Ash, and pack up the self she’d slowly been starting to become.

Ash pretends that she doesn’t understand. She pretends that she wants Agnes to stay, but Agnes knows the truth. Ash is just being nice. She’s just putting up with Agnes because she’d dragged her into this new universe with her and it’s taking longer to feel good here. She feels responsible, but she didn’t ever mean for Agnes to stay this long.

For once, finally, Agnes understands that. There’s a lot of things people don’t know how to say, especially if they’re uncomfortable. She does that all the time! So the kindest, nicest thing she can do for Ash is to leave and not make her have to say anything at all. So she gives Ash a smile and forces herself not to cry and says, “I just thought it was time I got out of your hair, dear. That’s all.”

“Agnes—”

“The boys are settled, dear.” Agnes fiddles with the new luggage set she just bought. It’s shiny and bright and the softest shades of rose and lavender she’s ever seen on anything. It’s perfect. It’s beautiful. She just regrets that she doesn’t have another reason to use it. “We’re settled. We know people, and you know people, and you don’t need to put up with dear old Agnes for another moment.”

“I never thought I was putting up with—”

Agnes doesn’t look up. That makes it easier. “You’ll find someone else for tea, dear. Someone better to spend your mornings with.” She smiles, thinking of the kindness she is giving by not taking up anymore of Ash’s time. “You don’t need to worry about me anymore,” she says, turning just enough to place a hand on Ash’s shoulder. “You’ll be fine, hon. I’ll be fine.”

You’ll be happier without me.

“Is that really what you want, Nessie?” Ash looks up then, eyes of steel meeting Agnes’s much softer gaze. “You really want to leave?”

No. No, she doesn’t want to leave. No, she wants to stay here forever and start her mornings with Ash and drink tea with her for always. But that’s…that’s selfish, to want those things, if it means that Ash is unhappy, to force her wants to overpower Ash’s needs just because Ash, like her, doesn’t know how to tell her to do otherwise. She won’t do to Ash what so many other people have done to her. She won’t.

So she lies.

Or…she tries to lie, but she can’t get the words to come out.

Instead, she says, “We’ll talk tomorrow, hon, if you…if you want,” and forces herself to leave.

The rain drenches her hair. Flattens it.

Her luggage gets caught in the mud.

She can’t tell if it’s the rain or her own tears that are ruining her make-up. (Honestly, sometimes she thinks she should stop wearing it at all, given how often she cries. But she was going to be good today. The rain just…just screwed everything up.)

Agnes tugs on her luggage a little harder. “C’mon, hon.” She turns, grabs the handle with both hands, and gives it a rough tug. “We’ve got to go—”

The luggage jolts out of the mud. Agnes loses her grip, stumbles backward, and falls into the mud. She forces herself to stand, rubs her eyes with the back of one hand, grabs the handle again, and starts away.

It doesn’t matter that she’s already crying. It doesn’t matter that she’s covered in mud. She’s going—

“Nessie.”

No. Agnes refuses to listen. This isn’t like the romance movies or the books or the soap operas. It’s nothing like that. She’s not going to make Ash put up with her anymore. She’s not going to make anyone put up with her anymore. She’s going to leave before—

Ash grabs her shoulder a little too hard and turns her to face her, those eyes like steel staring down at her.

For a moment, all Agnes can see is Ralph, who often grabbed her the same way, and she flinches, winces, and tears herself out of Ash’s grip. “Don’t,” she whines, throat tight, even though there’s something comforting in the gesture, something familiar, and something in her longs for the rough touch as a result, leans toward it.

But Ash’s face falls. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to—” She takes a deep breath, the water soaking her, now, too, and she tries to push her hair back but it falls just as flat as Agnes’s has. “You didn’t say yes,” she says, near breathless, and meets Agnes’s eyes again, searching them. “If you don’t want to go, then don’t.”

Agnes shakes her head. “Please don’t make me stay when you don’t want me,” she says, finally, her voice soft, quiet. “I can’t…I can’t live through that again, Ash. Even if…even if you’re trying to be nice, please don’t…don’t.” She presses her lips together, shakes her head again. “I can’t. I can’t live through that again, and—”

Ash kisses her.

It’s a rough sort of thing, mismatched, their teeth knocking together, not quite fitting, but not quite uncomfortable either. It’s not the way kissing in the rain is supposed to be, if the movies and books and things told Agnes anything, but maybe she should quit expecting life to line up with television shows because she’s not in one.

(Not anymore.)

Also, in television shows, Agnes would be a lot less confused. “What are….” She wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “What are you doing, hon? You don’t have to—”

“Nessie, you think I’d kiss you just because I had some misguided sense of duty to you?” Ash searches her eyes. “Is that easier to believe than that I actually want you here?”

Agnes grapples with that for a moment before saying, “Yes.” She tries not to think it, tries not to say it, but she does anyway. “No one ever wants me, hon. Not really. They just pretend.” She chuckles, then, and thinks of Ralph. “Some of them don’t even pretend very well.”

“Well, I’m not pretending.” Ash sighs and looks back to the house. “Now come back inside. It’s cold out here, and you’re being ridiculous.” She shivers as though to prove her point.

Right now, Agnes just stares at Ash in disbelief, still grappling with everything, still unsure. “Wait,” she says, hesitantly.

Ash turns to her with one brow raised. “For what?”

“Can we…can we try that again, hon?” Agnes asks, unable to meet Ash’s eyes. “The…the kiss, I mean. Now that we’re both…now that we know what we’re both doing.” She runs her hand through her hair and then looks up, hopeful. When she sees Ash’s smile, she takes that as a quiet permission and kisses her.

It’s better this time, the kiss. It feels good. Right. And the slightest hum of approval when she tugs Ash’s bottom lip with her teeth sends a warm shiver down her spine. “I…I suppose you do want me, then, don’t you, dear?” Agnes purrs in a way that she hasn’t in over a year, even as she questions, as she feels unsure.

“Imagine,” Ash murmurs, staring at Agnes’s lips, “we could have been doing this for the past seven months instead of just drinking tea.”

Agnes’s eyes widen. “I like tea. You don’t want—”

Ash hushes her with another kiss.

(They wake up the next morning shaking, feverish, and more than a little snot-nosed.

“Next time,” Ash moans, “we don’t kiss in the rain and somebody will listen when I say we should go inside.” Agnes just rolls over and hides her head in her pillow.)

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