THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ━━━ jjba

rain or shine || weather report x reader || <3

here's a request from my quotev! enjoy babes, and let me know how you're doing in the comments! :DD

As you drive home from work, you smile to yourself as you turn on your favorite song, A Girl's Feelings, and wait for the hectic Florida traffic to move.

Staring at your phone as the light turns red, a text message pops up on the screen, and your heart skips a beat when you read who it's from. ''Weather Report'' flashes over the screen, and you smile, opening your phone to read the message.

I miss you.

Those words are few and far between, as all words are from Weather Report; he doesn't talk a lot at all, and when he does, he whispers it, leaning in to get his point across. He's not rude or mean........he's just a bit closed-off and quiet, that's all. Smiling at the text, you laugh to yourself and type a small message back, trying to reassure him that you'll be home soon. He's never desperate, at least, when it comes to trivial things like this. Sure, you've been out for a few more hours than you expected, but you didn't think he'd react that way.

I'm almost home, Weather, I promise <3

The traffic resumes again, and you take off, speeding. You wouldn't want to keep him waiting for too long, would you?

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Creaking the front door open, you stare into your apartment, and see nothing out of place, except a water glass. Placing your stuff on the countertop, you sneak throughout the quiet home, searching for your boyfriend. Checking every room open in your small apartment, you sigh in confusion, frowning. Where could he be? Suddenly, a firm grip comes around your waist, and you scream in surprise. "Ah!" You yell, and you hear a small "Hi." behind you. The firm grip loosens, and you're placed on the ground softly.

Whipping around, you sigh in relief as you see the familiar face you've been with for two years now; striking blue eyes stare back at you, and you smile.

"Weather. You scared me!" You giggle nervously, and Weather rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "How have you been?" You ask, running your hand over Weather Report's cheek. His face warms up at your touch, and you smile, rubbing circles into his chest. "Well?" You press, and Weather sighs, his silent voice shaking with an emotion you can't place. "I just missed you." He leans in, his warm breath washing over the side of your face. It sends shivers down your spine, and he smiles a bit.

"Y-You're absolutely ridiculous." You stammer, covering the growing blush on your face. Weather hums in response, and follows you mindlessly as you walk back to the kitchen. He's did that ever since you two became enamored, following you almost everywhere you go; you don't mind it, you just think its adorable and kind of attractive. He's a giant to you, so when you stand at the countertop to peek at your phone, Weather Report towers over you, his lips close to your neck. You can't think straight around him; it's like he can hear your thoughts if he tried hard enough to.

"Do you have anything specific you want for your dinner, Weather?" You raise an eyebrow, and Weather doesn't answer, staring out into space. His blue eyes snap back to reality, and you tap him, signaling for his attention. "Hey, you alright?" You ask him, and he sighs, nodding quietly. He's so quiet, you can barely hear the fabric of his clothes rustling together. "Well, do you have anything?" You ask him, and he shakes his head, stroking your hair. You laugh as you push his massive hand off of your head and kiss it.

"Weather, I'll let you kiss me later, alright? I'm going to make dinner now." You say, and Weather doesn't say anything, opting to walk to the couch and sit there quietly, his hands resting in his lap. You stare at him as he walks, his steps light and airy on his tiptoes. Laughing to yourself, you pull out the dishes and start to prepare the vegetables. He sits on the couch for a decent two minutes before getting back up and clinging to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself against you. You gasp at the impact, and his hands start to travel up and down your curves.

"W-Weather Report!" You splutter, dropping your wooden spoon and whipping around to face him. He stares at you, his eyebrows resting in his neutral expression. He has sudden bursts of expression like this all the time; he'll be as quiet as a mouse, then suddenly make his way over to you and start kissing you passionately.

He stares at your lips for a second, and his lips part to say something, but he stops and stares you in your eyes again.

"L-Let me finish cooking, would you?!" You yell, embarrassed, and Weather Report doesn't reply, getting a glass from the sink and filling it with water. You watch him as he walks back to the couch like nothing ever happened, and you scoff to yourself, your face warm from the thoughts filling your mind. He's so........attractively weird. I can't explain it, you sigh to yourself, and continue to finish the meal.

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You stick the fork in your mouth as your eyes are glued to a murder mystery movie you and Weather Report are watching. Weather stares at you as you get invested in the story, scrunching up under your blanket and your eye/color eyes widening with anticipation. You don't feel his eyes on you as your are staring at the television screen, and he leans in to your ear.

"Y/N." His breath washes over your ear as he leans in and places a tiny kiss on it, causing you to make a sound in surprise.

"Weather? What-What's wrong?" You stammer, and he shakes his head, laying his head on your lap, snuggling in as he closes his eyes.

Yelping, you shift awkwardly and stare down at his eyes, currently resting on the television, and shake your head. "Weather. Really?" You frown, and he ignores you, his soft breathing getting even quieter as he directs his focus to the actors on screen. "Weather, do you want dessert?" You ask him, and Weather Report sits up slowly, staring at you as he slightly nods. Sighing, you pause the movie and walk to the pantry, grabbing a bag of cookies and pouring you and him a glass of cold milk.

"Here." You offer the dessert to him, and he takes it gratefully, nibbling on a chocolate cookie. You laugh at him and unpause the movie, snuggling in to Weather Report as the movie comes to a close, the credits rolling on-screen.

He leans in again as you start to take a sip of your milk, his warm breath meeting your face.

"I love you to the ends of the earth, rain or shine, heat or cold, thunder or lightning." His deep voice whispers to you, and you smile, planting a chaste kiss on his lips.