#i genuinely have to check im spelling those right lmao

[vieoeil-riae]

okay, but, what about Steb comforting his S/O who has anxiety when it storms? (Me who has thunderstorm anxiety X100 would love this) Love you and your work!!!

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steb/gn!reader

warnings: thunderstorms, anxiety, comfort, fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff, i drench u in rainwater and almost an anxiety attack so you can get fish cuddles, slow dancing, 1.4k words

synopsis: you get caught in a storm walking home, your lover distracts you from it when you fall back into his arms

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You could handle it pretty well, usually, keeping it on the inside at least. The clap of thunder made your heart jump like a startled horse, and your shoulders flinched much the same, but you could stop the squeaks erupting from your throat with enough effort.

It was storm season though, when the air fronts over Piltover started getting weird and the winds started blowing bitter and cold. It wasn’t constant, but it was damn noticeable, and this year seemed to be the absolute worst for thunderstorms — it also happened to be the first season spent in the calm company of your boyfriend, Steb.

You’d wake up and look out the window; the sky dreary and dark in a way that threatened to break the clouds open above you most days, setting your teeth on edge until the sound of Steb slowly waking up next to you stole your attention. It meant there was this nagging, anxious feeling that followed you around day in, day out, though — quiet and something you could push down, but always there. 

That really didn’t help with the demands of employment. You were more curt and slightly distracted even when you really didn’t mean or want to be. Work schedules never grew lenient around this time either, honestly they never seemed more full and it was starting to fray on your nerves. 

Storms were inevitable, and this time it had caught you in the most inopportune moment: while walking home from work.

Rain had started to spatter, falling in a mist that quickly turned into sheets that pelted almost sideways, drenching your outer layers and saturating your anxiety. It was the kind of rain that was accompanied by lighting, and you could reason that it was never certain it would be (and lord knows, you tried) but there was a chittering monkey behind your eyes that clanged its cymbals in the unignorable pattern of thunder.

There was a flash that painted all that glinted on the street a stark white and bile rose in your throat as your shoulders tensed. You jumped at the boom you knew was coming, seemingly feeling it as deep as your bones, holding your breath until the reverberations stopped shaking your soul.

Counting helped a little, or maybe it didn’t, it was hard to tell but you couldn’t stop yourself as you did your best to not break out into a full on sprint home, noticing every flash and counting the seconds until another clap of thunder made your heart squeeze. 

Ten seconds, two miles. Far, sort of, but still much too close for comfort. You walked faster.

You didn’t realise how nauseous, dizzy, or otherwise out-of-it you were until you were behind your door and out of the rain. Your stomach was still tight with nerves, limbs alive with adrenaline as you started to feel yourself fall off that peak. The smell of Steb, fresh like creek water, started to soothe you until a peal of thunder spiked your heart rate again.

Shucking your layers as quickly as you could manage without totally throwing them at the coat rack, you went in search of him — checking room after room until you found him enjoying a mug of steaming tea at the kitchen table, book in hand.

He was as steady as a stone, the wind rattling the panes and near-torrential downpour washing over him like it was water off a duck’s back. Unshaken, at peace, and reading a romance novella that looked cheesy enough to distract you for a moment as he took you in, brows pinching in concern at the shake of your shoulders you couldn’t quite hide.

You stared at Steb, trying to gauge his thoughts as his eyes — always misty blue, but always so serene — trailed over the features of your face and how it flinched at every flash and clap. 

You felt wobbly at the worried tilt of his head, trying to keep yourself together in the face of something relatively new: being so, ‘illogically’, anxious in front of a man so in control of himself all while trying to reason with and stuff down the scattered feeling that built between the lighting strikes. You were capable, you were more than your fear, and you really hoped the way your knees nearly buckled didn’t detract from how he thought of you.

Maybe it was a little silly to think that, especially when Steb got up from his seat — book and tea abandoned to get to you and pull you close when you showed no sign of shying away. The crook of his neck muffled the sounds just a little, and you mumbled little explanations into his skin.

“I got caught in that on the way home…” You shivered in his arms, pressing yourself as close as your pride would let you. Your eyes drooped with the dip in anxiety, though your chest was still wound tight, “it’s a bit wet outside…”

The words pulled a slight shake of laughter from his shoulders, like a candle in the dark it distracted you just a little more — it was hard to look away from Steb, anyways. The feeling of his arms through his worn-soft sweater put a shaky breath in your chest, they were strong against you, swaying you gently.

There was a kiss against your temple, tying you to him; there was an undercurrent of understanding, like he saw all of you when he pulled away slightly to search your face again. The tiring worry seeping through it must’ve been obvious if the loving quirk of his lips meant anything, at least the look made your heart choke on itself for a reason other than loud noise — judgement was absent from the look, there was a hint of amusement, but it was almost entirely honest sympathy.

Fifteen seconds, three miles; the thunder was getting quieter, not shaking the contents of your stomach so hard with each roll of it anymore.

Steb pulled you with him as he reached for the record player tucked away at the end of the kitchen table. You couldn’t help but smile a little even if it was mild and shaky, memories and afterimages of evenings spent doing the dishes together to the sound of your favourite music spinning around the room.

He dropped the needle and turned it up louder than you usually had it before retreating back to you. Hands rested around your waist, holding you so mindfully while feeling so solid — it was a dependableness that bubbled along your senses, whispering how it wanted to walk with you, take it at your pace.

You fell into swaying again, slowly, out of time with the music as it started to match Steb’s breathing instead. He followed quickly, delicately taking the reins when a more distant peal of thunder — only just audible over the record player — made you jump, guiding you to step into him.

The slow dance across the kitchen tiles wasn’t professional, but it was comfortable. Odd steps that turned you away from the window, hands that smoothed up and down your back, and the nuzzle of his cheek against your head, you hadn’t realised how close to tears you were until the very quiet hum in Steb’s throat made your eyes water.

Your attention was on him entirely, attuned to the feeling of the sound, and the storm was lost to you as you found yourself moored to the rocking of his body. A deep heave fell from your lips, soaking into the pilling fabric of his sweater, brushing over the lip of his wide-necked collar. How he never got cold in that, you didn’t know, but you appreciated the grounding heat you could feel against your face.

Thirty seconds, six miles. The sound was swallowed by the loud bass, and the flash, barely visible now anyways, was missed to the way you pressed your face into Steb’s skin and savoured the beat of his heart against your skin.

You felt your shoulders come down from around your ears, relaxing into the planes of his chest with a small sigh. You couldn’t see it, but it glowed warm like a hearth fire; a glitter of quiet pride in his eyes and a mellowing feeling of worry that gave way to fondness, heart to heart it soaked through your clothes — melding in the line between your bodies.

You hadn’t even noticed when the wind stopped howling, taken entirely with the rhythmic to and fro you’d built, enveloped in melodies featuring your heart beats and the smell of his laundry detergent.

A/N: sorry that took a hot moment, I got very invested in a certain someone's oc veryyyyy very fast and hard, other than that I hope you like it :)

[thevalleyoftriumph]

someone asked Duckie this but I personally would like a second opinion from someone whos equally into the fandom as they are. Is ponythe-ytgem a bad person?

im gonna answer this similarly to duckie [also duckie if u see this hi bro hope ur havin a nice day] and also under a cut cos i can ramble a lot

while the term “bad person” is a suggective term that can have very different meanings depending on who you ask, im just going to assume you mean “just a generaly dislikable person for any reason in particular” as most often do

tl:dr, i dont think shes a bad person, per say, and am cutting her a lot of slack due to being young, but i do think she should express her opinions differently and should also get new friends because wow that crowd is so toxic i need a hazmat suit to get close to it.

ok onto the longer portion.

hold on im cold lemme get a blanket

ok there we go back on topic

i dont really know much abt her aside from what i saw from an incident a while back, plus some other things i saw floating around my dash via word of mouth and some longass game of telephone with my own occasional check at her blog. her most major thing seems to have been some encounter with kiingcorrobo [i genuinely cant remember how the blog is spelled so im sorry :pensive:] and her thing abt seamoon. lets talk about seamoon first, then well talk abt the other stuff.

anyway while im personally a little more biased to dislike her [she did apologize for what she did however so ill try not to let this cloud my judgement overall] and because shes a minor like i am [and if i remember correctly around my age? maybe older but im unsure and i dont feel like goin to her blog rn] im not going to be as harsh as i usually would be when dealing with just some random person on the internet whos an adult. because children wouldnt know better either way.

anyway i do personally believe that her opinions abt seamoon are valid but she could possibly go a better way about it.

her whole issue with seamoon is. fine. i get it, you dislike a ship due to personal reasons, you dont owe anyone an explanation aside from “i just dont like it” and as long as youre not a dick over it, i dont see the issue.

i do think she could go about it differently [she once said there was no proof? i think? dont quote me on that my memory is bad] and that it could just be “ohh a best friend stare” despite how heavily its hinted at [i remember that one a lot better cos it got me a little miffed ngl] and like. ok. fine. just acknowledge that its very strongly hinted at and then go on your way, you dont need to insist its not real.

HOWEVER. 

i have repeatedly seen people get angry and violent with her over this. yes, she definately could have gone about expressing her opinions better. yes, she shouldnt disreguard any sort of wlw rep or coding because she doesnt like it for whatever reason. ill admit that much.

but that does not, ever, at all, make it okay for people to have treated her, a CHILD, presumably, the way they have.

people are entitled to their own opinions as long as it isnt harming anyone! and if someones opinions seem a little off, you dont immediately attack them, especially if theyre someone thats young and probably dont know the full extent of what theyre thinking. you tell them what theyre doing and why its wrong or just iffy in general, and help them grow from that. we are human, humans naturally grow to better themselves when given the chance, and if theyre never given a chance to grow from the past, then they cant ever grow up. if you want her to grow up, then give her a fucking chance. 

now. lets talk abt the kiingcorobo thing.

from what i know; someone told kiingcorobo that she supported whitewashing and was homophobic, i believe.

now, im not a person of color so i am not really inclined to talk abt whitewashing, all i can say is that its terrible and fuck anyone who does it, like honestly if you whitewash u have. no rights.

so i cant talk abt this topic much aside from; whitewashing is terrible, dont do it, but i personally have no idea when she [pony] mentioned it at all and honestly im not too willing to go searching thru her blog fo hm. actually no im pretty hung up on this brb

ok no she hasnt mentioned it as far as i can tell. so im unsure on those claims and im more inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt, being a minor and all, and while minors are not autmoatically excused from doin bad shit that just means they still have a chance to better grow from that, so. yea.

anyway onto the topic im actually able to talk abt. the homophobic comment.

lgbt people can be homophobic! wow! doesnt matter if its internalized or youre just genuinely an asshole, lgbt ppl can in fact be homophobic. bi/pan ppl, gay ppl, trans ppl, no one group of the community is completely pure from that. thats just a fact.

however, due to the issues shes had in the past with the seamoon thing, i do think ppl are just taking that as her one defining personality trait. theyre probably seeing that n twisting it wayyy outta proportion.

thats my general thoughts on her and wow this is way longer than i had originally hoped and this reads more as an analysis of her as a person rather than my general thoughts but. eh what can you do.

oh but i do think she could get better friends lmao, shes in such a toxic crowd and for someone so young i feel genuinely so bad for her.