#aprilshowers

[betterleftamysteryy]

[emayuku]

Rainy Day

This image is about two years old. i never finished it because i didn't have the energy to do the background. I'm really bad at drawing vegetation and it take me forever to do so. I picked it up a few days ago and decided to finish it. I made Lilo & Goku stand out with such vibrant color because i wanted to make it a bit symbolic. These two have added color to many of my gloomy days, and i thought this was a nice way to show it. Seeing them always bring a smile to my face and they always will.

Lilo & Goku © FUNimation

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[crushing-on-hunks]

Day 3: Puddle

Transformers, fluff, no other warnings.

The heavy rain just passed, clearing the air and the streets of the polluted city. You are promised to get picked up by your bot from your house. Though still not used to the intricacies of the Earth gravity, cue to you being accidentally splashed as he promptly arrives to the house:

- He would be grumbling non-stop. At first at you and your poor estimation skills (as if you could have predicted the trajectory of the splash?!), then as he forces you to change clothes and climb inside simultaneously turning on the hot air conditioning, all while continuing to complain about the uselessness of human "armor" and that he is not going to baby sit you when you get sick (he will. But will complain nonetheless); Ratchet, Prowl, Starscream

- He is cackling like a devil, right now your pitiful expression and useless attempts to shake at least some of the road mud off is hilarious for the bot. It was not his actual idea per se to water you head to tow with the after rainpuddle, but to be fair, now he is having the time of his life, throwing all kind of jabs and jokes at you. But of course if he sees you getting actually upset he will apologies. Pout a little bit and you might even get a ride-through meal date. Of course after you change - no way he is getting his interior wet and dirty. (at least not with the road mud); Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Whirl, Blurr, Jazz, Knock out

- Apologies flew out in your direction so quickly , you did not even get time to react to what actually happened. The bot is transforming in front of you still apologizing, hands awkwardly circling your body, yet not really touching as the panicking cybertronian is not sure how he can fix it. Your clothing are so drastically different from his plating that it throughs him out of the loop even more. Seeing you uncomfortable tug the collar of the slick shirt off, tries helping and rips the seems off the shirt sleeve he grabbed. Instant panic intensifies and you almost see the optics shinning from the whatever the equivalent of tears your bot has; First Aid, Swerve, Bee

[lexistarbeauty]

April is your sign to RESET your skin 🌸✨

After months of dry winter skin, it’s time for a fresh glow!

My simple routine right now:

💕 Cleanse

💕 Hydrate

💕 Protect (SPF always!)

Want a personalized routine for YOUR skin?

Message me “GLOW” 💌

Be honest… which one are you right now? 👀

🌵Dry

💦Oily

😩Breaking Out

⚖️Combo

Voting ended onApr 8

[odetopictorialism]

Dora Maar • After the rain, 1933

[hazelestelle]

let the wild take over (shadows lurking close behind)

For @monthlywritingchallenges April Showers prompts "cold, shelter, soaked".

Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Rating: T Word Count: 1601

Read on AO3

They were deep into the woods, investigating the only lead they had on the strange disappearances that had been happening the past month.

Stiles had wanted to go alone, but as their Alpha, Peter had insisted on accompanying him, in case it turned out dangerous, and Stiles hadn’t been able to say no, not when still no one knew that he was perfectly capable of defending himself.

He’d always had a little bit of magic, but after the Nogitsune, it was different, amplified and powerful, and Stiles loved it.

But he hadn’t told anyone, because he knew they would question if he was still possessed or other such nonsense. They’d trust him even less, and he couldn’t have that.

And it wasn’t like he minded Peter’s company, rather the opposite, he might enjoy it a little too much.

Peter was witty and smart and observant, and as much as Stiles appreciated these qualities, therein lay the problem. He knew that Peter had always been paying attention to him, and now with his amplified magic, it was even easier to spot.

Normally, Stiles revelled in it, loved that someone as powerful and amazing as Peter would be interested in him, but right now, it would have been way easier to just use his magic to follow the lead instead of stumbling around in the woods like they were.

Just when he wanted to suggest giving up and coming back another time, fully intending to just sneak out later and do this alone, the rain started. And not just a light drizzle, a full on downpour that left them drenched in seconds.

“Oh you got to be kidding me!” Annoyed, Stiles threw his hands up, and Peter snorted.

“Don’t like a little rain, sweetheart?” Peter was grinning, and Stiles rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore that the endearment made his heart skip a beat, hoping that Peter wouldn’t hear that over the rain.

“I don’t think this qualifies as little”, he shot back, and Peter just shrugged, still grinning.

“Come on, there was a cabin over there, we can wait it out”, he suggested.

Stiles nodded enthusiastically and gestured for Peter to lead the way. Anything would be better than this.

The cabin was close, and it turned out to be cosy and well maintained, if a little dusty.

Once inside, Stiles realised how cold the rain had been. His clothes were soaked through, and now he was freezing.

And then he made the mistake of looking at Peter.

Of course, he was equally drenched, the water dripping down from his hair over the sharp angles of his face, and his white shirt clinging to him, showing off his defined chest and abs and leaving nothing to the imagination.

Stiles was already mesmerised, his mouth dry and his heart pounding, and then it got worse. Peter lifted up his shirt, revealing the V of his hips and the happy trail vanishing into his jeans, and Stiles knew that he should look away, but he just couldn’t.

Once Peter had gotten his shirt off, he finally looked at Stiles, and his smirk was back.

“Like what you see?”, he teased, sounding highly amused, and Stiles realised what he had just revealed all too easily.

“Don’t you dare make fun of me for this”, he answered sharply. He didn’t care that he had just essentially threatened his alpha, he had to make it absolutely clear where he stood on this.

Still, his heart was beating way too fast. He knew that this could damage their relationship beyond repair, and he hoped that Peter would just drop it, for the sake of the pack, if nothing else.

Looking down, he decided to focus on his own wet clothes, but he could feel Peter coming closer, his presence solid and warm at his side.

“Darling, I would never”, Peter said softly.

Then there was a hand cradling Stiles’ jaw, and Peter lifted up his chin so that Stiles had to look at him, and what he saw took his breath away. There was recognition in Peter’s eyes and hope and hunger and want, and all of a sudden, Stiles couldn't take it anymore.

He fisted his hand in Peter’s hair and pulled him towards him for a fierce kiss.

Peter responded immediately, wrapping his other arm around Stiles’ waist and pressing himself even closer, kissing him back passionately, all teeth and tongue and fervour.

Later, they were lying on the couch, Peter on his back, and Stiles mostly on top of him, relaxed and sated and happy.

Peter was stroking Stiles’ back, drawing nonsense patterns, and Stiles had almost dosed off, when Peter remarked “Well, that’s one way to warm up.”

His tone was light, but Stiles could hear the forced cheer and frowned.

“Not what you wanted?”

Peter’s hand stilled on his back and he had gone tense under him, and Stiles lifted his head to look at Peter, his heart squeezing in his chest.

“Sweetheart, of course I wanted. I wanted you for a long time, I’m sure you know that. I just thought...” Peter sighed. “I was sure you’re interested in Derek.”

“Oh.” Peter sounded so resigned, and Stiles just couldn’t have that.

He leaned in and kissed him, softly, reassuringly, until he felt Peter relax.

“I mean, I was, I’m not gonna lie. When I first met Derek, of course I found him attractive, I have eyes.”

Peter snorted, and Stiles grinned, then he shrugged.

“But now we’re friends, and I just can’t see him that way. But you. You’re so hot, and you’re smart and powerful and mean, but you always take care of me, and you respect my opinion, and yeah, how could I not like that?”

Stiles was aware that he was rambling, and maybe he shouldn’t have said all that, but Peter was looking at him with wonder and awe, and Stiles felt warm all over.

“Darling, you’re a marvel.” Peter sounded a little breathless, and Stiles smiled, feeling a little light headed himself at this turn of events.

Then Peter pulled him into another kiss, hooking one leg around Stiles’ hips, and Stiles could acutely feel just how much Peter liked this.

“Ready for round two already?”, he teased, delighted, and Peter growled, his eyes flashing red, making Stiles shiver in anticipation.

Peter buried his face in Stiles’ neck, biting and kissing and sucking, and Stiles forgot all teasing, moaning Peter’s name.

Afterwards, they were back in the same position on the couch.

Stiles chuckled. “Maybe we should clean up, hang up our clothes to dry and all that?”

Peter sighed. “Probably a good idea. We’ll stay for a bit longer, right? Because I am not getting into wet jeans.”

Stiles laughed, then wrinkled his nose. “No yeah, I’m with you on that.”

He noticed that the rain had stopped, but Peter was right. Wet jeans were the worst. And besides, being alone in this cabin together wasn’t exactly a hardship.

With a groan, he got up and immediately winced. The sex had been phenomenal, and Peter was big, and hadn’t been exactly gentle, and a thrill went trough Stiles at the thought.

“I’ll be feeling that for days.”

Peter grinned, proud and smug. “Good.”

Having located his clothes, Stiles bent down to pick them up and got a good look at himself, the bruises and teeth marks and hickeys littering his inner thighs and hips, and he suspected that his chest and neck didn’t look much better.

“Possessive much?”, he remarked.

Peter had gotten up from the couch too to find his clothes, currently giving Stiles a fantastic view of his arse.

He looked up sharply, his eyes roaming over Stiles’ body. His eyes flashed red again, and Stiles’ heart beat faster.

“Yeah.” Peter’s voice was rough, and he came closer, reaching out and placing a hand on Stiles’ hip, his thumb brushing over a bruise, making Stiles shiver.

“Problem?”

Stiles grinned.

“That is the opposite of a problem.”

He leaned in to kiss Peter, and could feel his grin under his lips.

“Trying to start round three?”

Stiles laughed. “Problem?”

“That is the opposite of a problem.” Peter’s eyes were shining with mirth, and Stiles just had to kiss him again.

“We should still get our clothes sorted first though, and maybe start a fire.”

Peter looked at the fireplace and the little stack of wood next to it, seeming annoyed that he would have to let go of Stiles, and Stiles made decision right there.

With a flick of his wrist, a fire was cackling merrily.

Taking a deep breath, he looked back at Peter. His face was unreadable, and Stiles’ stomach dropped.

“That’s one hell of a secret”, Peter said then, and Stiles blinked.

“You don’t sound surprised.”

Peter smiled, cradling Stiles’ jaw and sweeping a thumb over his cheek. “Anyone who pays a little attention can see how extraordinary you are. And I happen to be paying very close attention.”

His voice was low and his eyes dark and hungry, and Stiles’ heart skipped a beat.

“Thank you for telling me”, Peter said then, and Stiles smiled.

“I trust you.” Trusted him to understand, to keep his secret, to stay at his side.

Peter looked awed by that, and Stiles leaned in to kiss him soundly.

“You do realise I’m never letting you go again”, Peter murmured against his lips, and Stiles grinned into the kiss, something fierce and possessive swirling in his chest.

“Good. Because I’m not letting you go either.”

“Deal.” Peter chuckled, kissing him again, their clothes once again forgotten.

[agrinsosardonic]

Purgatory--Serenity

“That’s how you clean up, eh?” Reno says after a few more seconds of admiring Cloud’s work. 

“A little dramatic, but efficient.” 

“Yeah like you.” He turns around and the smirk drops immediately from his face when he lays eyes on his partner. “Holy hells, the fuck happened to you?”

“Fire materia.” Cloud tries to shrug, but grimaces when pain shoots up from the wound on his side,  “and Hojo.”

“You look like you’re dead!” Reno stomps over to him and starts the visual examination. His auburn eyes knit with concern, and Cloud can see the way his jaw clenched as he spots the three parallel claw marks running down his abdomen and black and blues that littler his face and arms. 

“If I’m dead, then this must be purgatory.”

“ If I’m here, then we in hell, baby.” He cups Cloud’s chin and moves his head to get a better look at the head wound with a disappointed tsk. And even though he is a bit rough, the way Reno caresses Cloud’s skin with that pensive gaze, sends comforting chills down his spine. And he leans into the touch.

“Heaven. Hell. It’s all the same.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64355137/chapters/165358525

[lolinuyashazeldafan]

A Toy Story fanfiction using @monthlywritingchallenges event April Showers 2025 day 29 glow.

Buzz Lightyear is not amused by the joke that he is the child who’s owned him favorite toy all because Buzz can glow in the dark which made him into a nightlight of sorts.