into each life some rain must fall.

[luft]

caught in the rain
it started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. time to find cover. nothing much to do but to wait it out.

scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i. WHERE;
001 PLAYGROUND - well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of.
004 THE BEACH - not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm.
005 WILD CARD - anyway you want it.

ii. HOW;
001 TREE - not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - most conventional... kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - not permanent, but it'll have to do. good luck.
004 BAG - well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - you know what. you're a rebel. you don't need cover. screw convention.
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it.

iii. WHY;
001 REJECTED - welp. rejection sucks. and no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - for the bus? for someone else? for some revelation? what are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - is everything going your way? are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? just singin. singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - anyway you want it.

>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use rng if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

Comments

[hypercompetent]

[ He can literally feel Derek relaxing under his hands, and the fact that he's so malleable, so responsive to the pressure of Stiles' hands, to the mouth slotted against his, is terrifying and amazing at once, like he's vulnerable, and opening himself to Stiles. And in all actuality, he is; the things that have happened in Beacon Hills before and after his disappearance say that in bounds. Holding someone's heart in your hands gives you power--Stiles would know, seeing as Lydia held his for most of his life--and while she'd taken his and squeezed, crushed it under perfectly manicured nails, all Stiles could do was hold Derek's close to his chest and shelter it from the rain for a little while. There was no need or want to abuse it, no need to use him, just...just Stiles, Derek, the towel over Derek's head and the rain pattering at the window outside.

His fingers curl against his neck a little, grip strong if a little hesitant, and Stiles returns the kiss, feels something in him quiver when his hand finds his heartbeat, and tries to be a sanctuary as much as a friend. As something more than that. ]

[triskeles]

[ The fact he can relax even the slightest bit is amazing, given everything that's ever happened to him. In the past year, the past two, the past ten. Derek would marvel at it, were it not for the fact that he feels almost boneless where he's seated, fingers curling against his neck and over his heart. It's a solid pressure, finding purchase and claiming almost at the same time. Because he can't let go of this, not when he's trying to keep his head above water in something that he hasn't honestly felt in a long, long time. But...

He's been told to let Stiles hold his heart close before it gets too heavy. Maybe he really can trust him to do it.

After a minute, he pulls back the barest amount from the kiss, lips still brushing across the full bow of Stiles' as he sits there, practically breathing in the moment. Like he's committing it to memory. (A part of him is.) ]

[hypercompetent]

[ He holds still as stone as Derek pulls away from him, and the curiosity is practically killing him--you can see it in his face, feel it in the fact that he's actually not moving for once in his life, that Stiles wants to know, and wants to know badly. Wants to know what's wrong with him. Wants to know why he just did that, what brought that on, if he could keep doing it.

For just a second, brown eyes flicker open and he looks up towards Derek, trying to get a read on what he's feeling, before he shuts them again and pushes forward just a little more, to press their lips together again, to show that he was right there with him, that he felt it too. That he'd been there the whole time.

Stiles doesn't do things in halves. When he started falling for Derek it wasn't like with Lydia, where he'd tripped and woken up and said, "I love this girl.", it was a slow burn of friendship to something more, to curling up with his phone late at night because of the time difference and falling asleep with it pressed to his chest, to an I missed you that had been more sincere than a joke. ]

[triskeles]

[ If it were any other situation, if it wasn't stormy outside and he'd just spent the better part of a week in silent mourning of a memory that came back to him, Derek might have laughed or marveled at the fact that Stiles holds himself to still. There have been moments in the past where he's managed to remain completely stationary, but this is different. This is like waiting at the edge of something, and he's not quite sure what it is that either of them are waiting for.

But he lets green-gold meet brown, something quiet and easy in his gaze, and he almost considers Stiles. They close over again as he feels the press of Stiles' lips, and he angles his head a little more for the kiss, responding in kind. Whatever this is-- he needs to get the words for it-- it's sincere on both sides. He knows this.

Has known it, to be honest. The texts over the course of the high schoolers' summer, the brief meetings where Scott had been left unaware, the texts that spanned across state lines. After a near-year of saving one another, spending time together over the course of hours, just adding his trek across the country had let it dawn on him. It was just a matter of finding the nerve to admit to it, and come back to do something about it.

Because Stiles wasn't the only one who didn't do things in halves. ]

[hypercompetent]

[ Stiles pushes himself upwards a little, the nervous energy seeming to bubble, and he rests his hands on Derek's knees, kissing him soft and slow on the way up, until he finally breaks away and doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to ruin the moment, doesn't want to break whatever spell's cast over them both that's making this whole "make a move" thing actually happen, so the teenager eases himself upwards and perches on Derek's knees in a graceless unfolding of long limbs. It's not meant to be a sexual thing--not anywhere near it, really--just enhancing the contact between them, getting closer.

Because he's not sure if he could say what he's feeling, what he's felt. it's just putting into the kiss, how he comes back when he gets resettled, long fingers splaying out on his stubbled cheeks, and tries to pour his emotion in the lack of space between them, in hopes of helping Derek look a little less lost. He's not sure what happened to him for him to come to Stiles like this, but honestly? He's not going to complain. ]

[triskeles]

[ Though it registers that Stiles is moving, Derek simply follows it rather than questioning it, shifting as Stiles does and keeping the contact between them even as he winds up pulling back from the kiss to unfold himself. It's a fascinating motion, and he can't help but open his eyes to watch it, hands idly brushing across the dry warmth that the teen presents, finding purchase near his waist. His eyes scan his face, taking in his expression, and his fingers curl against his shirt and a patch of exposed skin at his hip.

With the kiss returned again, he tips his chin, pulling him close and pressing closer. There's no sexual intent on his end, either, as he holds fast to him. It's just anchoring, and he finds himself becoming a little less lost the longer that he's there in the Stilinski household. He'd gone there on autopilot at first, but now he's thankful for it, thankful for the encouragement he got for it. It comes through in the kiss, and he pushes everything else he's feeling into it, too, letting him know everything he can when he's still lost in the way of words. ]