#dancing in the rain

[briechyne]

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all

- Emily Dickinson

[cosmic-rains-blog]

Dancing naked in the rain ~ nourishing my soul.

[beyoutiful-life]

Embrace the rain and let it be your rhythm.🎵♥️🌧️ Rain + Dance = Happiness✨

[enii]

🌧️🐱💕🐱

[spicyy-fox]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 ☂️ | 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟎𝐬!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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🌧️ Title: 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 💃 Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader 🎶 Vibe: Flirtation, swing dancing, stormy kisses, good old-fashioned swooning, no hurt only comfort 📜 Summary: It’s a summer garden party in the ‘40s. The storm hits—and Bucky doesn’t run. He just grins and grabs your hand. “Dance with me,” he says. 🕊️ Warnings: Nothing but tooth-rotting fluff, light rain, wet clothes, and one dramatic dip.

💌Authors note: Sometimes you just need a palate cleanse from all the angst, enjoy this fic and listen to the legendary Americano - By our queen Lady Gaga.

✨Word count: 1.1k

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Music is blaring from a record player on a makeshift outdoor dance floor, it was a small garden party, a simple neighborhood get together - summer night, strung-up lights swaying in the light breeze, people laughing, talking, drinking, dancing and having fun, a record crackles as it spins. You, Bucky and Steve stand on the edge from the crowd, tension between you and Bucky buzzing lowly.

Then - the storm hits. Sudden. Hard rain. Americano starts blaring from the record as it starts pouring down. Everyone runs for cover, squealing, covering their heads with jackets and plates of food. But not him

Not bucky.

He turns to you grabbing you by the wrist, already soaked, hair slicked back, shirt clinging to his chest like second skin - and just grins. That dammed grin. The song starts picking up, building up the tension as the sky cracks above with lightning.

"Dance with me," he says not letting go, but his grip wasn't tight

You're breathless and shocked but don't pull away

"in this?!"

Bucky shrugs still smug as hell

"C'mon doll, you're not scared of a little rain are you?"

He pulls you i, his other hand now on your waist, the interlude of the song plays. Your steps at first are hesitant - playful. You let him spin you slowly, water catching in the air like glitter.

"You're mad," you laugh

"Always have been," Bucky says, that gleam in his eye catching brighter than the lightning cracking behind him.

*Right after the first -Americanooo...-*

Then the music kicks in. Hard. Bucky grabs your hand again, pulling you back in closer, this time his grip firmer on your hand. He leads - confident, bold.

A spin.

A dip.

He ducks under your arm as you twist. Water splashes with every one of your movements, your soaked dark red dress clinging to your legs as he lifts you slightly into a jump twist. His footwork is agile, joyful and fast. Bucky smiles his dripping wet hair now sticking to his face and neck. His hands feeling warm on you as he held you, a contrast to your soaked through dress.

The chorus of the song comes up, high energy swing. He twirls you in place, your wet hair whipping around you, both of you laughing by now. Your heels slightly slide with each pivot, you slip lightly, But bucky is there, steady hands on your waist as he catches you from the slip.

"You're showing off," you shout over the down pouring rain and the blasting music

"You love it," he grins, and pulls you into another spin towards himself, wrapping his arms around you.

The first chorus ends - emotions deepening, crowd not pulling their eyes away from you two. You both now completely soaked to the bone, your dress skirt now completely clinging to your legs, his sleeves sticking to his arms, suspenders darkened with rain. But there's no hesitation now. Just that look in his eyes - Like you are the only thing good in this god forsake world.

-I will fight for, I have fought for how i love you...-

He spins you again, lightly pulling you closer, leaning in, lips near your ear, voice rough with feeling, breath heavy as he keeps moving to the rhythm

"I'll go twelve rounds with god if it meant staying like this forever,"

He doesn't care that your hair is now plastered on your cheeks, your makeup runny from the rain or that his shoes are now half-sunk in the mud, his socks soaked wet.

"I've seen men loose everything," he murmurs, "but if i get to keep this, I'll go through any kind of hell smiling"

He twirls you again, slightly faster this time. His hand lingers at your back, fingers curling just slightly into your dress. And then he pulls you close again, your noses almost brushing, his smug grin still plastered on his face.

The song reaches its peak - electric, unstoppable, magnetic by now. The beat is pounding now - your bodies moving like the rain itself - wild, fearless, alive and free.

-I don't speak your...-

You spin again - your dress clings to your legs again, water flying out with every twirl. He ducks under your arm, pops back up behind you and slides one hand down your waist with a small wolfish grin.

-Jesus Christo... Americano...-

His smile is feral - playful but intense. His grip on you is firm, and yet every move felt like you are flying free.

You loose yourself in the rhythm, the storm, him- until you're breathless, soaked, your heart pounding in your chest, loud enough to rival the thunder.

-Don't you try to catch me...-

Your feet stomp into the muddy floorboards with power, matching Bucky beat for beat, your heels clicking loudly as the music hits that rebellious, theatrical stretch. He mirrors you - quick steps, sharp turns, nearly slipping, but catching you in a dramatic pull that makes the crowd gasp.

He mouths the words along with the record: "I'm living on the edge of the law, law, law..."

-Don't you try to get me...-

He twirls you once, twice-

Then pulls you into a deep, movie-worthy dip.

One arm around your back, the other catching your thigh as your leg lifts slightly, soaked skirt of the dress unsticking from you for a moment. Rain still pouring heavy, catching the string lights in the glittering sheets.

You both grinning like you both lost your god damn minds.

And then-

He kisses you.

Hard.

Breathless.

Like you two are the only ones in the world.

The record scratches slightly as the song ends. You both snap upright, breathing heavy and laughing in each others faces.

"We are soaked to hell!" you laugh wiping the rain from away from your eyes.

"Worth it," Bucky says as he grabs your hand.

You take off running - squelching boots, squeaking floorboards under your feet, slipping slightly as you sprint under the covered patio. The crowd was cheering and whistling like it was the best show they saw in years, as you get to cover where everyone was hiding from the rain. Someone makes a quick run to grab you both towels as others keep egging you on for the performance. Someone shouts

"Get a room!"

While another one adds laughing

"The love birds are at it again!"

Steve was clapping then grabs a cup to take a drink as he grins into it

"You two are ridiculous," he mutters, but there is pride in his eyes.

You and bucky collapse onto a bench, soaked, breathless and shivering, but smiling so hard it hurts. He throws an arm over your shoulders, pulls you close.

And with your heart still racing, the rain still pouring, and the music echoing in your brain-

Bucky leans in and whispers

"You still up for round two later?" his tone teasing

You swat his chest laughing.

The night continues as the storm eventually eases down.

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[sofiofi]

What a glorious feeling

I'm happy again :)

[pearlypegs]

Peter: It’s not weird to be friends with your boss!

Tim:

Peter:

Tim, smiles at him:

Peter, certified love-sick idiot: Dancing in the rain while holding onto your bosses hand is what normal friends do!

Tim: Yes, this is true.

This. Exactly this. But hey, Peter at least somewhat knows his feelings but Tim?

Peter would be all over him, blushing, answering ALL his burning questions, taking care of him. And then there’s Tim, just absolutely oblivious and only focusing on helping Peter with the mind control problem

[zer0-devoox]

Raining games

[silmarvision]

hat die ARD einen Hirnschäden?

Das sind genau die FALSCHEN, die klischeehaft in der Nässe stehen sollen und tanzen!!!!

[epsilonblack]

Dancing in the rain

They didn’t care that it was raining.

The sky had cracked open over Hogsmeade in sheets, thunder rumbling low and constant like the earth was humming a secret. Most of the students had ducked under awnings or huddled inside shops, hands full of cocoa and damp scarves.

But not Sirius and Remus.

James stood just outside the record shop, leaning beneath the awning, half-forgotten by the world as he watched his best friends spin into something more than just friendship.

The street musician on the corner—mad, clearly—hadn’t stopped playing. Something slow, something old-fashioned. A waltz, James thought, though Sirius wasn’t quite keeping to time, and Remus was certainly never on beat.

Sirius had one hand in Remus’ and one at his waist, dragging him across the puddled cobblestones with a grin too wide and too alive to belong to anyone else. His hair clung to his face, soaked and gleaming like ink, his robes heavy with rain, and yet he looked lighter than James had seen him in years.

Remus was laughing. Really laughing. The kind that made his eyes crease shut and his shoulders shake, the kind James had only seen when they were all half-delirious with mischief or up late enough to forget they were haunted boys.

“Come on, Moons, it’s one-two-three, not whatever that foot-mangling nonsense was.”

“I am doing one-two-three,” Remus insisted, swaying off rhythm and splashing water up Sirius’s leg. “You’re just terrible at leading.”

“I am the picture of grace,” Sirius declared, spinning them both into a full circle that nearly knocked over the streetlamp. Remus wheezed out another laugh, clutching at Sirius’ shoulder to keep from slipping.

James’ heart ached in the best possible way.

And then—without fanfare, without warning—Sirius stood up on his toes, fingers still tangled in Remus’, and kissed him.

The moment their lips met, lightning split the sky—brilliant and sudden—followed by a crack of thunder so loud it rattled James’ ribs.

He almost laughed. It was ridiculous, like the storm had been waiting for this, like the whole world was clapping for them.

And maybe it was.

Because in the middle of that rain-slicked street, with water soaking them and music still floating through the storm, Sirius kissed Remus like he was the only reason the sun ever rose. And Remus kissed him back like he’d finally remembered how to breathe.

James swallowed the lump in his throat.

God, he loved them.

And in that moment, with the rain and the thunder and the two people he cherished most wrapped in something as real and reckless as magic—

James Potter had never believed more in love.

[cinnabonn12]

The context makes this more confusing.

[theinvitedrider]

[ssa-neeks-prentiss]

can you do amy santiago x reader? just literally anything about her, i dont mind what the plot is

Note : I'm sorry this is so short but since I had nothing to go off I was a bit stumped <33

Amy Santiago x reader

Summary : A dance in the rain with your girlfriend <3

Word Count : 470

You fiddled with your pen as you looked down on your paperwork. It was one of those days where there was no cases do you were sat at your desk. Your girlfriend, Amy Santiago, was sat opposite you. It was relatively quiet, with the exception of chatter from Jake and Charles. But it wouldn't be the bullpen without their voices.

The rain pattered against the walls and ceiling of the building, though it was only spitting so it wasn't too heavy. You decided to put your headphones in to concentrate.

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You were sat down writing for maybe two more hours when a certain lyric ran through your brain.

'Dancing in the rain.'

You grinned as you lifted your head to look at your girlfriend. You had loved the rain, even when you were younger. You would constantly get colds because you kept staying out in the rain until you were soaking wet.

You stood up and stepped over to Amy's desk, you took a headphone out when she looked up at you.

"Hey, Ames, could we take a break and go on a walk together?"

She gave you a perplexed look.

"But it's raining?"

"So? I love taking walks in the rain. And I love taking walks in the rain with my girlfriend even more."

"But you haven't taken a walk in the rain with me yet, so how do you love something you haven't done?"

"Well, you love this paperwork."

You pointed to the unfilled paperwork on one section of her desk.

"But you haven't done it yet, so, how do you know you love it?"

Amy paused as she thought deeply before sighing.

"I guess you're right."

You grinned and helped her up.

"I'm always right."

She shot you a glare and you put your hands up in defeat.

"Okay! I won't say it again!"

She simply smiled and rolled her eyes. You then took her hand and dragged her through the hallway down to the door leading outside. You carefully opened the door and held a hand out to see how hard it was raining.

When you knew it was definitely only lightly raining, you took Amy's hand again and pulled her outside. You laughed as she stumbled into you and you held her close.

"Would you give me the honour of having a dance with you?"

You asked her even though you knew the answer.

"Of course."

You smiled and took her hands before gently moving forwards and backwards. And before you knew it, the two of you were in a full on waltz across the grass by the building. You smiled softly and looked her in the eyes.

She smiled back at you and pressed her forehead on yours. You shut your eyes and kissed her gently. This was a moment you wouldn't forget for a long time.

[mothsan-art]

Lavender Moreau

This is Lavender Moreau, she is not my OC. I drew her for someone on SANG c: !! I'm pretty happy with how this piece turned out - I hope she will like it too! <3

[loofandtimmy]

[sunlight-fics]

Stand By Me

•Andrew Hozier X reader

-Warnings: ESTABLISH RELATIONSHIP!none, fluff, stressed out Andrew, dancing the living room to old love song.

The perfect rainy Friday night to stay in and just relax. You were at home getting dinner ready while listening to old love songs and was really missing your lover/fiancé. Andrew decided to stay at the studio later than usual, you couldn’t blame him. The poor man can’t sleep if he can’t write a song. A couple hours later he opened up the front door and step in side, his clothes drenched and his hair slightly matted because of the rain. He sat down his bag and guitar case, then made his way over to you. You met him halfway, he hugged you and stayed quiet. “How was your day, darling?” You asked looking up at him. “Stressful and lonely. I missed you more than before.” He said while pulling away from hug so he could look you in the eyes. The music in the background didn’t distract the moment that was happening. “I understand, my love. But you’re home now!”

You were trying to lighten his mood. “Yea… that’s true.” He then smiled at you. “Dinner will be ready soon. Do you wanna rest until then or help out in someway? I really don’t care what you pick.” You said turn your attention back to the dinner you were cooking and the music playing. He turn his attention to the music. “What is this song? I’ve never heard it before.” He asked curiously and completely forgot about your question. You looked at your phone to see what the song was, “The song is ‘Stand by Me.’ By Ben E. King. Why do you ask?” You said in response and also setting your phone down. “I like it, it’s a song that you can hear and want to slow dance to.” You the restart the song, walked over to him and held out your hand. “May I have this dance then?” You knew that was pretty cringy way of asking but you did anyways. He smiled and took your hand, leading you into the living room. The song played through the speakers and they dance. “When the night has come, And the land is dark. And the moon is the only light we'll see. No, I won't be afraid. Oh, I won't be afraid, Just as long as you stand. Stand by me.” His mood seemed to be instantly lifted as the both of you danced while the song played in the background and the rain outside got heavier. He spun you around, your h/c hair swooshed behind you as he did that. “And darlin', darlin', stand by me. Oh, stand by me. Oh, stand now. Stand by me, stand by me!” The song then end and you smiled at him lovingly, he smiled back at you happily. His mood was most definitely lifted now. “I love you so much.” He said pulling you in for a hug. “I love you too, hon.” He then gently kissed you on the lips you had missed the feeling of his lips on yours all throughout the day. The other songs played in the background and he looked around the room for a moment, his attention was then back on you. “Wanna dance until the dinner is done?” He said while slipping his hands back into her hands. “Of course.” You both then continue dancing to songs by ‘Frank Sinatra’ , Queen’ and ‘Elvis Presley’. The night had just completely restarted in their minds, and it was perfect.

Note: TYSM FOR READING!!!!! Go check out the playlist that I reference in this (I made the playlist!!!!!)