Rainy Days with the Evans
- Tate would wake you up by climbing on top of you and presenting you with a plate of toast done just the way you liked it and you would smile sleepily, sitting up and pressing a morning kiss to his lips.
- You would sit together in bed, talking quietly and feeding each other toast, the sound of the rain pounding against the windows getting louder and louder, making you feel warm and cozy.
- Neither you or Tate liked the rain very much (it literally doesn’t make a difference to Tate whether it rained or not as he’s stuck inside anyways) and so it gave you the perfect excuse to do something that you had been wanting to do together for a long time, but you were so caught up in school and work to have gotten the chance: a movie day.
- So, after eventually getting out of bed, you would spend the rest of the morning making a blanket fort, lining the inside with pillows, blankets and fairy lights, before the two of you would race downstairs to the kitchen and (forgetting lunch) would spend the next hour baking cookies, a process that ended with the both of you covered in flour.
- The rest of the day is spent cuddled together in your fort, munching on your cookies and making your way through a list of classic movies on your laptop, only stopping every hour or so to run down the stairs and make large mugs of hot chocolate before retreating back into the cozy space and resuming your film.
- Eventually, you would both fall asleep in your blanket fort, the sound of the rain and whatever film was playing on your laptop lulling you both to sleep, cuddled up together surrounded by cookie crumbs and empty mugs.
- You would spend all morning in bed, neither of you wanting to leave the comfort of each others arms before finally crawling out of bed at noon and making lunch.
- (You both stay in your pajamas of course, not even bothering to brush your hair)
- PAINTING
- Neither of you are any good at it but when it rains heavily, Kit would go and rummage through your small attic, crying out triumphantly when he found the old set of paints and brushes the two of you had bought years ago and never used.
- After a few hours of trying to paint something of resemblance, you both give up, getting bored.
- That is until you decide that he would look cute with paint splattered down his face.
- He would gasp as you flicked the red paint covered brush at his cheek and you would giggle, commenting on how adorable he looked with his still sleep-disheveled hair and paint-splattered face.
- This would, of course, turn into a paint war, and after half an hour of chasing one another around the kitchen, paint and brushes in hand, trying to cover the other in the most colours, he would grab you and kiss you deeply.
- You would run your paint-covered hairs through his hair, leaving colourful streaks as he walked you to the table whilst kissing you deeply and lay you down upon it, declaring that he was to make you “my own personal canvas”.
- And that he did, before dragging you to the edge of the table and fucking you into oblivion, leaving the kitchen table smeared with different coloured paints <3.
- Round two would then commence in the shower as you washed the colourful paint splatters and handprints off each others bodies, thoroughly enjoying one another from the warmth of the shower whilst the rain falls heavily outside.
KYLE SPENCER (post-death)
- You and Kyle love going on walks together, it’s one of your favourite things to do with one another and you try to get outside for at least an hour a day.
- It started after Madison and Zoe brought him back to life; Kyle became attached to you instantly and pretty soon you felt the same way about him, a strong urge to protect him and never leave his side having overcome you.
- So, when you took it upon yourself to try and reteach Kyle basically everything so that he could function as a part of society, you decided that he would probably benefit from being outside. Watching other people go about their daily lives, learning about nature and all that. He very quickly became obsessed with birds and always asked you to teach him the different kinds, trying to imitate their singing when you heard them outside.
- So, upon waking up one morning to torrential downpour, he was quite upset when he tried to drag you from bed, insisting in grunts and broken words that you get dressed for your morning walk, only to have you pull his arm from yours gently and snuggle back under the covers.
- “Ky, it’s raining.” You tried to reason with him, sleepily. “Come back to bed and we can go on two walks tomorrow when the weather is nicer.”
- He tried to argue with you for several minutes before whining and flopping back down on the bed beside you, sighing angrily but still gathering you up in his arms and allowing you to sleep for another hour, him just listening to the rain pounding of the windows and the sound of your soft breathing.
- Later that day, you finally get out of bed, getting dressed and ready, Kyle going through your morning routine with you before heading downstairs to the kitchen to make food for you both.
- An hour or so later, as Kyle begins to get more and more agitated from sitting around, you ask him if there is anything he would like to do and, after a few frustrating minutes of Kyle trying to articulate what he wants, he finally runs up to your shared bedroom and returns with a book about birds, placing it in your lap and peering at you expectantly.
- You open your arms to him with a smile and you cuddle up together on the couch as you begin to read, playing softly with his hair as he listens intently as you recite the contents of a chapter about nest-making, which Kyle seems very excited by.
- When you both get bored of reading, you watch TV for a while until you notice Kyle’s repeated longing glances at the large windows and the heavy rain beyond.
- You sigh, catching his attention before you take his hand and lead him upstairs again, dressing him in a thick woolen sweater, hat and scarf before wrapping yourself up warm too. You race down the stairs after Kyle who had caught onto what you planned on doing and was already in the process of pulling on his shoes and a rain coat before you reached him, stopping him as he threw open the front door and making him wait whilst you put on your own shoes and coat.
- You spend the next half an hour running about in the rain, splashing in the deep puddles that had formed on the sidewalk and laughing breathlessly with one another, only stopping when you attack your boyfriend with a hug, bringing your wet lips to his.
- When you pull away from the kiss, you notice how blue his lips were getting and take this as a sign that you should go back inside and get warm.
- The both of you are soaked through and shivering so you go inside, Kyle protesting briefly before giving in and following you, discarding your sodden clothes at the front door and running naked through the house to the bathroom where you draw a bath, Kyle eyeing you hungrily as you lean over the side of the bath to run the water.
JIMMY DARLING
- Since everyone else in the show despise the rain as it means that they are stuck in their trailers (caravans? idk what to call them) all day, you and Jimmy love it and the time that it gives the both of you to spend together.
- Jimmy is usually quite busy rehearsing and performing and most days you just sort of trail after him for a few hours before retiring to your shared caravan, waiting until you get to watch your lover and all your friends perform in the evening.
- On a rainy day, you would wake to the sound of the rain hammering against the outsides of your trailer and would smile, cuddling up to Jimmy and waiting for him to wake up.
- When he finally did, he would grin and pull you out of bed, the both of you hurrying to throw on some clothes and eat whatever food you had in the trailer before throwing open your caravan doors and splashing down onto the soaked ground.
- You would then chase each other to the nearby lake, already frozen through with the rain but not caring as you jumped onto Jimmy’s back and let him run the rest of the way as you held onto him tightly.
- When you reached the lake, you would jump off his back and turn to him, Jimmy taking this opportunity to kiss you deeply, the rain pouring down around you and into the lake, setting the surface to ripple and splash incessantly.
- Without hesitation, you would pull on Jimmy’s shirt and he would tug it off, discarding it on the muddy ground which was soon joined by his pants, before ridding you of all your clothes, laughing as you danced around in the rain in nothing but your underwear.
- The next hour was spent swimming around in the frigid water, splashing one another and wrestling in the lake before you cling onto him, wrapping yourself around his body neatly and kissing him, pulling on his sodden hair as he kissed you back, slipping his tongue in your mouth and exploring you lazily.
- He knew that this drove you insane so when you whined and slipped down his body slightly, rubbing yourself against him, he took no time in moving your underwear to the side and filling you with one deep thrust.
- This was why you both loved the rain so much. Because you were usually always surrounded by your friends, eating with them and rehearsing with them and because of the close proximity of your caravans, you even had to be careful to keep noise to a minimum at night.
- But here, all sound drowned out immediately by the falling rain and all your friends hidden away inside from the wet and cold, you could make all the noise you wanted. And make noise you did.
- James doesn’t really care for the rain. Because he can’t go outside the hotel grounds anyway, it doesn’t make a difference to him whether it rains or not. But you love the rain, and in the past you would sit at the window in your shared room and sigh as the rain fell beyond the glass as James worked in his office attached to your room.
- But, the last time it rained, you decided that you would try to expose the wonders of the rain to James, seeking him out at midday by walking the long corridors and shouting for him until he appeared.
- “What is it, dearest?” He would ask somewhat frantically, scanning you for injuries before you walked up to him, letting him tuck you into his arms and saying, “I’m bored. And it’s raining. Are you busy right now?”
- “Well, that just won’t do,” he would chuckle in your ear, walking you backwards in an embrace. “I suppose I could take the rest of the day off.”
- You would pull away from him, excited, and bring your lips to his briefly before grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hallway, then down another and another until you reached the elevator, which you took to the very top floor of the hotel that was rarely used and was often left vacant.
- There was a little set of stairs at the far end of the hallway that led up to the roof of the hotel and this was where you headed now, James becoming increasingly more reluctant.
- You took the stairs two at a time, you hand still gripping James’ tightly before reaching the top, throwing open the door and stepping into the rain. James let go of your hand just as you stepped outside and watched with his arms crossed tightly against the cold as you span happily around with your arms in the air.
- He would smile tentatively at this, content to watch you laugh to yourself as you played in the rain, your makeup beginning to run and you hair hanging about your face limply.
- “Come on.” You would shout to him from the other end of the roof, holding your hands out towards him. And it would take some convincing before James finally stepped out onto the roof, his hair getting drenched within a matter of seconds but he still made his way over to you, taking your hand and spinning you under his arm with a smile.
- And so you would dance slowly with one another on top of the hotel roof, James’ gaze never leaving yours, even as you looked around at the rooftops under the grey sky.
- Eventually he would break the silence, reaching up a hand to push your hair back off your wet forehead and saying, “I don’t remember the last time I felt the rain. It’s amazing how much you help me to feel again, y/n.”
- This would make your heart ache and you would reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your lips to his. In the freezing cold of the rain, his lips would ignite a burning love within you and you would eventually be laying on top of him on the cold floor of the roof in a shallow puddle, his shirt so wet it was partially see-through.
- But of course James would never let you stay on top for long and you would gasp as he flipped you over, the cold concrete biting into your back as his lips trailed down your neck.
- It wouldn’t take long before he would be inside you, fucking you roughly even as his gaze was so full of love that just looking at his face made your eyes burn, your back scraping against the rough concrete of the roof, the sounds of your pleasure loud enough to catch the attention of passersby on the streets far below.
- When it rained, you and Rory would spend the day cuddled together in the warmth of his luxurious LA apartment, lounging in bed until noon before getting ready to do absolutely nothing with your love.
- You would make lunch together before settling down to watch Netflix for a few hours before Rory announced that he wanted to go through his script for a new project that he had coming up and you would offer to help him, Rory being very excited by this and running to get his script.
- Of course he would make you not only say his costars lines so that he could memorise his parts of dialogue, but also act out what was happening dramatically, meaning that you both spent more time in hysterics at your terrible performance than learning any lines.
- Eventually, you got to the part of the script where Rory’s character had an intense love scene with one of his costars and his eyes turned dark as he watched you read the lines that led up to this scene, you stalking to him slowly before chucking the script on the couch and kissing his deeply.
- He would huff a laugh against your lips at the overly-seductive manner with which you delivered the lines before melting into the kiss, forgetting about his lines and giving into you.
- He would push you back onto the couch, the pages of the script you landed on creasing and tearing as he settled himself between you legs and helped you out of your clothes.
- Needless to say, with all the practice you had that evening, Rory would definitely be prepared for his love scene.
- “Fuck you.” You would grumble as Kai pulled the bed sheets off you, the cold air coaxing goosebumps into formation of your bare arms and legs.
- “Just because it’s raining doesn’t mean you get to lounge around all day.” He replied, pausing before continuing: “Come on. I’ll make pancakes.”
- Kai was very committed to his routine, claiming that a steady routine is “the quickest way to find success.” And his commitment was usually something that you admired greatly about him, until he started to rope you into it and since you had moved in together, it had been a long time since he had last let you sleep in.
- But, pancakes was a good motivator so you rolled out of bed, not even bothering to put on any underwear under the shirt you pulled on before following Kai downstairs and into the large kitchen, a pleasant ache from the night before radiating from between your legs.
- You would talk as Kai made the both of you breakfast before getting ready for the day, you standing up onto your tiptoes to press a light kiss to Kai’s cheek whenever you passed him in the bathroom or bedroom.
- You both decided that because it was raining, it was a good day to do some of the errands that Kai had been needing to get done and so after you were both ready, you both hopped into Kai’s car and drove around for a few hours, you happy to accompany Kai as he got in and out of the car, posting letters and picking up supplies for upcoming missions.
- When you return home you would make and eat lunch together, before members of the cult start arriving. Kai would never cancel or miss a meeting and when it rained, they would be longer than usual as nobody had anything else to do.
- You spend that time wandering in and out of the meeting, sometimes joining the group, Kai pulling you onto his lap and playing with your hair as they talked and sometimes retreating to your shared bedroom to curl up on the bed and watch Netflix, Kai only joining you when the others had left and apologising for not spending time with you.
- You wouldn’t mind. Kai worshipped the ground you walked on a majority of the time and you spent almost every minute of everyday by his side, so when he crawled onto the bed next to you, you would pull him to you and wrap yourself around him.
- Eventually he would untangle yourself from you and you would follow him to the kitchen where he opened a bottle of wine which you both made your way through as he made dinner, Kai vigilantly making sure that your glass was always full.
- After you ate, you would clean up before settling yourself at the dining room table with Kai, helping him put together a speech for his next rally.
- After an hour, when you noticed Kai’s frustration building when you hadn’t made much progress with the speech he was meant to deliver in three days time, you went to the kitchen and got another bottle of wine and two large glasses.
- Soon, the second bottle was empty and it wasn’t long after that that Kai pushed the papers and pens off the table and replaced them with you, the wine having clouded the edges of your consciousness as he peeled away your pants and lowered his head between your spread legs, blowing on you softly before claiming that he “was desperate for dessert” and going down of you, not stopping until you had made a mess on the table and were a shaking, quivering mess before him.
