#why the fuck is this like the 10 tornado warning

[theweirdspacejellyfish]

You the song “ I’ll let the world burn” what if it was a bunch of soldiers burning the world for their queen/king? Not just out of love but cause their so loyal their gonna burn the world down to protect their ruler?

[rafesangelita]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ when farmer’s!daughter!reader’s father goes out of town to visit some family, her and cowboy!rafe can’t keep their hands to themselves any longer.

warnings: reader is a little bit on the shy side, flirty banter, use of petnames, implied age gap (rafe is 7-10 years older), hint of jealous!rafe, reader refers to her father as ‘daddy’, mentions of sneaking around, slowburn (kinda?), lotsss of sexual tension, fluff, mutual pining, oral (f. receiving), fingering, finger sucking, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, cream pie, squirting, multiple orgasms

a/n: based loosely off of the moodboard + headcanons i wrote here <3 saddle up because this is a long one lol

wc: 4.8k

“you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna help me out here?” rafe grunted, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he watched you blink away from his form. you looked up from his shirtless figure, his skin glistening with sweat as butterflies fluttered in your chest. “what do you need?” you chirped, blinking rapidly as if to shake away the thoughts of pressing wet kisses to his waistline. “a cold glass of water sounds good right now.” you obliged, rafe watching as you went up the porch stairs in your cute little boots, his eyes falling down to your backside. “fuck.” he muttered to himself.

if he knew he’d have to fight the urge to touch his boss’s pretty daughter, he would’ve hesitated in taking the job. eight months had felt like an eternity when you pranced around the farm in the prettiest dresses and shortest daisy duke shorts he’s ever seen. you came back with a glass of water, taking a sip before handing it to him. expecting rafe to turn the glass around to take a drink from the other side of the rim, your cheeks heated when he placed his mouth on the same spot your lips were on just moments ago. “thanks, sweetheart.” rafe shot you a wink, his charm making you look away shyly.

you plopped down on a nearby tree stump, a pout taking over your features as you looked at the empty driveway. your father had only been gone for a few hours, not nearly making a dent in the five days he’ll be away. “you don’t have to worry about him, y’know? he’s a strong man.” rafe decided he needed a break from being hunched over under the hood of his truck, his chest rising and falling as he took a seat on the bed of fluffy grass next to you. “i know..” you muttered, “it’s just— he’s so much older now, i worry about him.” you looked down at rafe, his eyes already trained on you.

rafe nodded. “that man can survive anything. wasn’t he in his truck when a tornado came and swept him off the ground?” you gasped, a laugh escaping your lips. “he told you that story?!” you squealed excitedly, your reaction making rafe melt into a puddle of nothing. you were too cute. “did he also tell you the part where that didn’t really happen? him and his buddy just got real close to it.” rafe’s face morphed into one of pure shock. “he lied?!” you threw your head back in laughter, a snort following shortly after. it was rafe’s turn to laugh, the sound unfamiliar to his ears.

“oh my god, excuse me. i can’t believe i just did that!” you clasped a hand over your mouth, embarrassment creeping up onto your face. the man next to you waved you off. “why would he lie about that?” rafe leaned back on his hands, giving you a full view of his chiseled abs. sighing dreamily, you shrugged. “he’s a drama queen sometimes, he likes the theatrics.” realizing that you just swooned over his muscles, rafe cleared his throat before getting back to work. he respected your father too much to give in to his filthy desires, or so he hoped.

swallowing the lump of rejection in your throat, you made your way inside where you decided to watch him from your bedroom window instead. your infatuation with this man only grew by the day, and it was becoming really hard to hide your adoration for him. all the times he slipped you a little wink when your father wasn’t looking, the playing of footsies under the table while your father ranted about the economy, the lingering stares and touches.. you weren’t crazy, you had every right to believe this man was interested in you in some way, shape, or form.

apart of you wanted to believe that rafe was trying to maintain in being a gentleman towards you, but there’s nothing you wanted more than for him to hold off all kind of honor and respect for you while he takes you however he wants. you daydreamed about being fucked in a headlock by him, along with being put into twenty other positions. letting out a sigh, you fell back on your bed, fiddling with the ribbon that was tied to the belt loop of your shorts. how on earth were you going to go about these next few days all alone with him?

night time rolled around, and rafe had just come inside for a shower. “are you hungry?” you watched as he rolled his shoulders back, cracking his neck to release some pressure of today’s labor. “yeah, but i’ll help myself. don’t worry about it, ‘sugar.” he groaned before shutting the bathroom door behind him. you knew he wouldn’t, days like this always ended in rafe knocking out as soon as he hit his bed, empty stomach or not. the only thing rafe could think about as the hot water pattered against his back, was how you were in the same house as him in nothing but a night dress.

he wondered if you’d let him hike it up your thighs.. if you’d allow him to slip his fingers underneath the soft material. so badly, he wanted to see your face twist in pleasure underneath him, he ached to see that day. rafe let out a shuddering breath, swallowing thickly as lewd images of you ran through his head. he imagined your hands trailing down his torso, those cherry red painted fingers of yours wrapped tightly around his cock. you had this man questioning everything he ever knew about being a gentlman. rafe rubbed the sides of his face, his eyes screwing shut as he attempted to get all inappropriate thoughts about you out of his head.

he remembered seeing you for the first time all those months ago. you were wearing a red gingham dress, your hair styled so pretty and neat. he knew immediately that he was in trouble when you flashed him that million dollar smile when your father introduced you two. it wasn’t long before both of you started flirting with each other, even going as far as touching each other when you didn’t have to. rafe would ‘help’ you up on your horse, his hands planted on the globes of your ass as he hoisted you onto the saddle. he swore he died and came back to life whenever you’d place a hand on him every time he made you laugh.

slowly but surely, you two were getting more bolder with your moves. while rafe was ogling your goodies more often than not, you started leaving your curtains open whenever you’d change, knowing he could see you from the view of his window. pinching the bridge of his nose, rafe quickly hurried up in the shower, feeling the need to relieve himself in his own space where he knew you’d be far away from. after washing away all the dirt and grime, he felt clean as he dried himself off, only for his peace to come crashing down when he realized he didn’t bring an extra change of clothes with him.

with no other choice but to walk out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, he tried to sneak pass you in the kitchen and out the back door, but of course he wasn’t so lucky. “i know you said you would make yourself something, but—” you turned around with a loaded dinner plate in your hand, the dish nearly slipping out of your grip when you saw the tall cowboy standing awkwardly with his hands on his hips.

your eyes trailed down his stomach, the sight of his happy trail making you swallow thickly. rafe took note of this, his heart beating in his chest as you averted your gaze elsewhere. “uhm, well i made you this.. i know it’s one of your favorites..” you placed the plate of steak and mashed potatoes on the table, turning around as you took your bottom lip between your teeth. this was absolute torture. “it looks amazing, i’ll just get some clothes on and be right back.” he held onto the towel, jogging to his place where he slipped on a pair of pajama pants and a dingy white t-shirt.

“you didn’t have to do this,” rafe took a seat at the table, his jaw ticking when you bent over the counter to grab a couple of drinking glasses, “thank you.” at this point he didn’t know if he was thanking you for the food, or the perfect view of your ass. “water?” you looked at him from over your shoulder, your cheeks heating when you saw his eyes shoot away from your backside. “a beer please.” you smiled at his answer. you should’ve known he’d pick that out after a full day of work. grabbing a bottle from the fridge, you handed it to him, his fingers brushing yours as you took a seat across from him.

“my dad makes it a lot better than i do, so—” rafe was quick to cut you off, a moan leaving his lips as he chewed. “this is.. damn!” you giggled, shaking your head. “it’s great, darlin’. truly.” he nodded approvingly, flashing you a thumbs up. you smiled that smile of yours before tasting it yourself. despite all the tension between you two, you could always count on each other to talk the other’s ear off. “wait. so you’re telling me that you’re actually from an island? why on earth would you live out in the middle of nowhere when you had the beach in your backyard?” you asked incredulously.

rafe took a swig from his beer, a bittersweet laugh leaving his lips. “i got into a ‘lotta bad shit over there. i was on some bad shit,” he sighed, “being out here brings me peace.. even if i’m breaking my back everyday.” you listened closely, giving him your full attention as he told you more about the place he was from. you learned that he used to be a filthy rich boy with a house bigger than you could ever imagine. rafe smiled softly, a solemn expression taking over his features. “it’s very nice. but i wouldn’t go back.” he leaned back in his chair.

you tilted your head at him, both of your plates empty. “no? how come?” you leaned forward, your cleavage peeking out of your neckline. eyes flickering down to your chest, rafe seemed to get flustered when he felt your foot trail up his leg. “well,” he zeroed in on your lips, “i see myself settling down out here, ‘havin some little ones.” your breath hitched, a smidge of jealousy now residing in your gut. as if he could read your mind, he caught your foot under the table, his thumb stroking your ankle. “old habits seem to die hard, huh?” rafe laughed.

pushing away the jealousy, you nodded, feeling a new profound sense of confidence with the way he was looking at you right now. “yeah, i guess i forgot we’re here all by ourselves.. ‘don’t really have to hide from anyone..” you yawned, your head falling back on your chair as your night gown rode up your thighs. just a few inches higher, and rafe would finally see what he’s been fantasizing about all this time. “yeah..” he crossed his arms, his biceps looking especially good right now. you two stayed quiet, just looking at each other as if everything was threatening to rise to the surface.

do something! you thought to yourself, hoping rafe could magically hear you and grab you from across the table. instead, he looked away, letting go of your foot before scooting out from the table. “dinner was really good, but i better head off to bed, now.” he didn’t let you say anything before he left in a haste. what. the. fuck. you got up, watching him curse to himself from the kitchen window. you couldn’t help but feel defeated. rafe was always the one pulling away from you, no matter how close you two got, he always left you high and dry.

once you cleaned everything up, and you were left lying by yourself in your bed, you decided everything would change. if he pulled away from you, surely you should do the same.

you woke up the next morning to the sound of rafe’s truck engine roaring to life. rubbing your eyes, you shielded your face from the morning sun, deciding to get your day started as soon as possible. within an hour, you were stepping outside, walking over to where rafe was smiling brightly behind the steering wheel. “i got it working, sweetheart! should we go for a ride?” damn him, he knew how much you loved to be passenger princess in his two seater-beater. you cleared your throat, already hating yourself as you said no. “i don’t think so.. i got a lot of stuff to do today.”

rafe watched you go back in the house, his jaw ticking in response. the only thing you had to do today was sit and look pretty. not to mention, for as long as rafe has been here, you never, ever, rejected going on a little drive with him. that’s how he immediately knew something wasn’t right, and he’d bet all of his money that it had something to do with last night. taking the keys out of the ignition, rafe decided that if you weren’t going to go for a ride with him, then he wasn’t going either. considering he did everything he needed to do yesterday, rafe settled for going inside to tidy up his place.

you walked around the house aimlessly, a book in your hand as you kept glancing outside to see if you could spot rafe anywhere. you didn’t. letting out a groan, you looked at the clock on the wall. it was already half past noon. you debated on whether or not you should take him some lunch, your leg bouncing as you tried to weigh out your options here. on one hand, you could bring rafe lunch, try to talk some stuff out, and on the other hand, you could just leave things be like you promised yourself you would. you knew rafe wasn’t stupid, surely he’d catch on to you soon.

just as you decided against bothering him, there was a knock at the front door. eyebrows knitting in confusion, you opened the door to see your childhood best friend, wyatt. “wyatt!” you squealed, throwing your arms around him as he pulled you close to him by your waist. “oh my, lord! when did you come back from the city?!” you welcomed him in, motioning for him to come inside. “i just finished my second semester, so i’ll be in town for a while. i drove out here just last night, ‘decided to surprise my folks.” he smiled, his expression softening once you urged him to take a seat at the kitchen table.

“i didn’t see your old man’s truck out front..” he sat down, taking his hat off and placing it on the table. “oh, yeah.. he’s out of town visiting my aunt.” you leaned back on the counter, your eyes flickering at his hair. he looked so much different now. “wow, you’re uh— you look really good.” you complimented. “yeah, i’m not lanky anymore,” wyatt laughed, “you look gorgeous as always, though.” his gaze ran down your dress, the sight of your bare thighs making him clear his throat. “well, i didn’t just want to come by and say hi, i actually wanted to ask you something—”

rafe barged in before wyatt could finish his sentence.

“who’s this?” he stared between you two, the jealousy in his blue eyes very, very evident. you smiled innocently as wyatt got up, extending a hand for rafe to shake. “hello, sir. i’m an old friend of y/n’s here, ‘was just coming to visit her.” rafe looked down at wyatt’s palm, keeping both of his hands tucked in his pockets. “well, you two might wanna hurry this up, y/n’s father doesn’t know about any visitors coming to his home.” rafe walked around him, opening the fridge for a beer. “daddy isn’t home though, isn’t he?” you spoke up, in which rafe turned around. “what was that?” he asked.

you two were glaring at each other now. “my dad isn’t here,” you repeated, “and besides, he knows wyatt. ‘thinks of him as a son, right?” rafe’s grip on his beer bottle tightened, a smile playing on his lips when he glanced over at your friend. “yeah.” wyatt nodded. rafe was seeing red, he couldn’t stand to look at you and wyatt standing so close to each other any longer. turning around, rafe listened in as wyatt asked to take you out to dinner. “aw, i would love to! what time should i be ready?”rafe shut his eyes momentarily. you said yes to wyatt too fast for his liking. “how does eight o’clock sound?”

you hummed, nodding excitedly as wyatt made his way to the front door. “alright, it’s a date then. see ‘ya!” you waved at him until his truck disappeared down the dirt road. walking back into the kitchen, rafe was staring you down as you acted like you didn’t just agree to go on a date in front of him. “what do you think you’re playing at?” he narrowed his eyes at you. “if you’re acting out because of last night—” you cut him off. “don’t talk about me ‘acting out’ when you’re the one who decided to run back to your little shed when i was giving you an open opportunity.” you cut in.

“an open opportunity to do what?” rafe’s voice was firm as he stepped closer to you, his beer long forgotten on the counter as he gripped your arm. you failed miserably at trying not to look down at his lips. “it doesn’t even matter now. you obviously don’t want it,” you softened, “don’t want me..” rafe couldn’t believe his ears. you were all that this man thought about. he woke up thinking of what pretty outfit you would wear for the day, and went to sleep wishing you were by his side. “don’t want you?” he repeated, loosening his grip on your skin. “you just have no fucking clue.” rafe stepped back.

“you’re the only thing that i want.” he laughed bitterly, shaking his head as he made his way outside to the back house. you stared at him in shock. all this time you wondered if something was wrong with you because he never made a real move to pursue you, but now all of a sudden after you agree to go on a date he wants to express how he feels? and has the nerve to walk off right after? fuck that. you pushed the back door open, the old wood slamming back against the house as rafe spun around on his heels. “so why do you walk away from me?!” you shouted, both of your chests rising and falling.

“what are you talking about?” you stepped down the stairs, shoving rafe in the chest. “why do you leave every time things start to go somewhere?” his eyes bore into yours, “i’m sick of this game of cat and mouse. have you ever thought that maybe i want you too?” those were the words rafe needed to hear before he cupped your face and dragged you off your feet. his lips were soft against your own, his calloused hands pulling you close to him as your arms wrapped around his neck. he groaned at the taste of you, his tongue slipping in your mouth before you could process what was happening.

rafe kissed you hard and slow, as if to savor you before he led you two to his place, the door barely shutting before he had you pinned to his neatly made bed. “i’ve wanted you the moment your father introduced us, that’s the truth.” he slotted himself between your thighs, cupping your tits through your dress. you moaned, his hips grinding against your clothed cunt. “why would you wait all this time then?” you whimpered when he started pressing kisses to the curve of your neck, his calloused hands feeling you up as they roamed your soft flesh. “well for starters, i have a lot of respect for your pops..”

you sighed, completely forgetting about the old man. “and?” rafe pulled the straps of your dress down until the material pooled at your waist. leaning back on his heels, rafe marveled at the sight of your bare chest, your tits looking more perfect than he imagined. “..and right now, all the respect i have is going out the door.” you cried out when he leaned down, his lips wrapping around a sensitive bud while he used his other hand to snake beneath the waistband of your panties. you blinked up at the ceiling, your hips bucking when you felt his rough fingers stroke your clit.

“that feels so good, ray.” you keened, the weight of his body providing you a sense of safety and comfort. rafe felt like he was under a spell. with your sweet voice in his ear, and his fingers working to get you soaked and ready for him, he couldn’t wait to taste you any longer. pulling away from you, rafe slid your dress and underwears off in one swift motion, a shiver running down your spine when he slowly spread your thighs apart. “you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” he licked his lips, glancing up at your heated face. your heart bloomed in your chest, your hand finding his cheek.

“please. i’ve wanted this for eight months.” you confessed, your words sending rafe into overdrive. without another thought, rafe took your thighs and placed them on his shoulders, delving into your wetness with a groan. instinctively, your back arched up from his bed, your hands flying to rest on top of his own. you squeezed his fingers, a string of babbles falling from your lips as rafe’s tongue flicked against your sensitive bundle of nerves. rafe watched as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyebrows knitting together as pure bliss etched itself onto your face.

“you okay?” rafe pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh, wanting to make sure it wasn’t too much for you before continuing. “mhmm, yes!” you looked down, the image of rafe’s chin, lips, and even the tip of his nose glistening with your slick was now forever ingrained in your brain. smiling to himself, rafe got back to work, but this time with his fingers prodding at your entrance. “might be a bit uncomfortable at first, but i promise it’ll feel so good, baby.” you nodded, putting all your trust in him before you felt the delicious stretch of his digits inside your cunt.

“fuck!” you squealed, your thighs threatening to snap shut around his head. rafe curled his digits, your eyes screwing shut as he continuously pressed that soft spot inside of you. rafe didn’t stop his skillful movements on your clit, an unfamiliar feeling starting to swirl in your core. rafe cursed at the wet sounds emitting from your pussy, his cock hard and aching to get inside of you already. you gasped when he kept suckling on your sensitive bud, your stomach caving in when he pressed a hand to your tummy. before you could think, white hot pleasure blinded your vision, your entire body jolting as the first wave of your orgasm washed over you.

rafe felt the way you pulsed around his digits, wishing so badly that it was his cock instead. eyes flickering up to your face, he groaned when he saw the way your face twisted in pure bliss, your legs shaking as you felt the sudden urge to pull away from him. “rafe, wait!” you cried out, a sob ripping itself from your throat when a stream of wetness suddenly soaked rafe’s chin, your decadence streaming down his neck as he moaned against your cunt. you stared down at him with wide eyes, your mouth parting in suprise when he slipped his digits in his mouth.

“i- i don’t know what that was!” you gasped, cheeks heating in embarrassment. licking a final stripe up your folds, rafe smiled as he shook his head. “you just squirted, baby, get used to it.” his length rested on top of your tummy, hot and heavy, as he threaded his fingers with yours. “gonna fuck you until you’re carrying my baby..” your heart swelled, recalling his words from last night. “were you talking about me? when you said you wanted little ones..” rafe looked into your eyes, the sincerity in his gaze making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “you’re the only woman i envision. future and present.”

cupping his face softly, you brought his lips down to meet your own, the head of his cock slipping into your entrance. you let out a shuddering breath, nodding slowly as he pushed the rest of his length inside your greedy walls. you swore you died and went to heaven when he starting rocking into you, both of you moaning in unison. “rafe?” you whimpered, gazing up at him with teary eyes, “shit— yeah, sweetheart?” the man on top of you thumbed your chin, a concerned expression taking over his features. you could tell rafe was holding back with the way he was hesitating with every thrust.

“harder, please.” you asked sweetly, rafe obliging without another thought. soon, you were a crying mess, your eyes barely staying open as rafe put you in a mating press. he was already reaching new depths in regular missionary, so when he placed your legs over his shoulders and caged you between his arms, you were hysterical as his tip kissed your cervix. “oh, god!” you screamed, your nails digging into rafe’s skin as he fucked you stupid. “can’t..” you shook your head, the feeling of his cock filling you to the hilt was increasingly becoming too much to handle.

"yes you can, sugar. look how good you're taking it all.." rafe cradled your head, making you look down at where you two were connected. you moaned at the sight, his cock shining with your slick. rafe kept his hands beneath your head, kissing you softly as his pubic bone began hitting your clit. “m’gonna make you the prettiest mommy this town has ever seen, just watch.” he chuckled, his forehead falling in the curve of your neck. you ran your fingers across his buzzed scalp, the word ‘promise?’ lingering on your tongue. “is that what you want? ‘want me to breed you until you’re all pretty and round?”

you cried out, rafe’s hips stuttering as he felt his climax creeping up on him. “yes, yes, yes—” you repeated yourself like a broken record, rafe’s name falling from your lips like a mantra. “oh, fuck!” he cursed, teeth grazing your flesh as he spilled into you, your second orgasm making you squeeze around him like a vice. rafe stilled, making sure to keep stroking your clit so he could draw out your high for as long as possible. slipping his thumb in your mouth, you shamelessly sucked on the digit as you trembled beneath him, his hot load filling you up.

you two stayed panting against each other’s mouths until your highs subsided, a light sheen of sweat coating both of your skin’s. pulling out with a grunt, rafe rolled over, pulling you with him so he could spoon you. letting out a sigh, you reveled in the warm sun streaming through his window, the light casting off of your face and illuminating the walls. “that was worth the wait, don’t you think?” if it wasn’t for the feeling of your limbs being jelly, you would’ve turned around and landed a playful smack to his chest. instead, you hummed, your eyes heavy with sleep. “we’re not keeping this from my father, rafe.”

your voice was hoarse as you spoke. “no. no, we’re not.” he kissed your shoulder. “you should probably give that guy wayne a call, ‘tell him you’re not going on that date after all.” you giggled, a shiver going down your spine as his large palm rubbed circles into your back. “wyatt, rafe. his name is wyatt. i only told him yes to rile you up.” you teased. rafe knew that, but it still pissed him off nonetheless. “i’ll cancel in a minute, ‘sir.” you used wyatt’s formalities towards rafe earlier against him, earning you a light pinch to your side. “that asshole. ‘really called me sir as if i’m that old.” he shook his head, waiting for you to disagree.

“well..” you trailed off, bursting into laughter when he attacked you with sloppy kisses.

[chososcamgirl]

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER FOUR: holy waters

masterlist

“Give it up for Miss Ayesha Erotica, everyone!” Yn announced with infectious enthusiasm over the radio waves.

Miwa, sporting vibrant teal hair and an equally vibrant grin, followed up with theatrical flair, “God, I love emo boy!”

Yn shot her a smirk. “Well, I’m pretty sure that’s a sentiment we can all get behind, right?”

Miwa didn’t miss a beat, her excitement bubbling over as she declared, “No Yn, I really, really love emo boys!”, being sure to enunciate the s at the end.

Yn’s face contorts as a picture of Megumi flashes through her mind.“That makes one of us,” Yn quipped, “but I see your point.”

“Seriously, though,” Miwa said, barely containing her glee, “today is shaping up to be amazing!”

Yn arched an eyebrow skeptically. “Oh? Do tell.”

Miwa’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she revealed, “Because Tridant has graced us with 10 free tickets to their show this Saturday, and we’re giving them away!”

Yn’s face twisted into a mix of dread and disbelief, her jaw nearly hitting the studio floor. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered into the mic, trying to cover her panic with a forced grin. “Trident? You know I’d rather listen to nails on a chalkboard.”

Miwa’s eyes widened in playful astonishment. “Huh, since when did you become such a critic?”

Yn leaned over and mouthed, “Just roll with it.”

Miwa nodded, her grin widening. “I know, but that’s exactly why this is going to be hilarious. We’re going to make someone’s day—and maybe even get you to enjoy yourself.”

Yn groaned dramatically. “Alright, but if I have to endure this concert, you owe me a full day of Solange on the station.”

Miwa clapped her hands together, her laughter echoing. “Deal! Alright, listeners, if you want a shot at these coveted tickets, call in now and tell us why you’re the ultimate Tridant fan. And don’t forget to shout out how much you adore these emo boys!”

As the phone lines lit up with eager callers, YN slumped back in her chair, torn between dread and reluctant amusement. Despite her best efforts to look disgruntled, she couldn’t help but be drawn in by Miwa’s infectious enthusiasm. And she knew Twitter would have a field day with this one—especially with a certain raven-haired boy likely to make an appearance in the trending topics.

“Megumi, get off your phone! We need to practice otherwise Gojo will be up our asses!” Yuta barked, his voice cutting through the cluttered practice room like a drill sergeant.

The space was strewn with old gear, tangled cables, and random junk, making it look like a tornado had hit a music store. Yuta, already in dad mode, stormed out, his footsteps echoing off the mismatched walls as he went in search of something crucial.

“Yeah, but Toge’s on his phone too,” Megumi shot back, his fingers still scrolling through his screen, barely lifting his gaze.

“Yeah, but nobody gives a fuck about him,” Yuji interjected from the corner of the room, where he was perched on a drum stool, grinning like he’d just won a prize.

“Suck my dick ,” Toge retorted, his white hair bouncing as he turned, looking genuinely miffed.

Megumi rolled his eyes with exaggerated drama, reluctantly shoving his phone into his back pocket. He could feel the buzzing vibrations through his jeans and couldn’t help but smirk, taking a twisted pleasure in the fact that he was managing to irk you.

“Ugh, Megumi, why are you grinning like that? A jumpscare warning would’ve been nice,” Toge commented, half-annoyed, half-amused, from his spot by the amp.

“Go fuck yourself,” Megumi snapped back, his smugness evaporating into a gruff irritation.

Did he really find joy in annoying you? Megumi mused, a hint of doubt creeping in.

“Hey, Megumi, you seem unusually cheerful today,” Yuta announced as he reentered, clutching whatever he’d gone to fetch with an air of importance.

“See? Even Yuta’s noticed,” Toge snarked, his eyes glittering with mischief.

“So what’s up, big guy?” Yuji asked, his grin widening as he strolled over, clearly enjoying the chaos.

“Did you finally get your dick sucked or something?” Toge blurted out, his tone blunt and unapologetic.

“Why would that make me happy?” Megumi shot back, genuinely confused.

“Because everyone can tell when you’re sex-deprived,” Toge replied matter-of-factly, adding with a laugh, “Plus the horny slash hate subtweets you’ve been posting do nothing for your case.”

“I’m not sex-deprived,” Megumi insisted, his face turning a shade of crimson.

“MY BOY!” Yuji cheered, rushing in for a celebratory dap.

“Not like that,” Megumi murmured, his cheeks burning as the room erupted in laughter, the awkwardness of the situation making it clear that maybe he should have kept his phone in his pocket.

“Alright, let’s get down to business. We need to nail this new song for our upcoming gig,” Yuta finally says as the laughter dies down, holding a stack of sheet music with an air of importance.

“Finally!” Yuji cheered, bouncing on his drum stool.

“Yeah, yeah,” Toge muttered, putting his phone away and grabbing the microphone. “Let’s see what this new song’s all about.”

Yuta handed out the lyric sheets and nodded at the band. “This one’s a bit different—more upbeat. I want to hear energy and precision. Let’s start with the intro and build from there.”

extras!

• the band in sjap is called triDANT not triDENT bc the group collectively came up with the name together but toge was the one entrusted (first mistake) who had to write it down for copyright purposes etc paper work ete anyways this man CANNOT spell so that's why it's with an A instead of an E lol

• yes the group definitely clowned him for it but they couldn't change it so it stuck and they ran with it

• toge did go to the gym but he snuck in when yuji went and they definitely blasted him on their social media page and stuck his face on the wall of shame😭

• the tickets sold out COMPLETLY and yn lowkey wanted one for herself…

• definitely did not smile to herself when panda told them he scored her tickets thanks to toge..

• dramatic ass

• megumi has convinced himself he only texts yn to piss herself and nothing more than that

• i aspire to be at his level of delusion

• yn, panda and nobara all went to whole foods and asked if they had any close to expire tomato’s at the back (they did)

• they went home with 2 crates full of the most saggiest wettest tomato’s in existence

• hope u guys enjoyed the week overdue chap :3

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[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 16. liar, liar

chapter tags/warnings: infidelity/adultery...lots of it. multiple partners mean many fluids in the action. mentions of rough sex. mentions of breeding. guilt-driven sex. nonconsensual acts. manipulative undertones. humiliation. strong language. classism.

word count: 4.0k

notes: thank you for the comments i've received about my graduation and for your patience in this update! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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Eleven missed calls. 

All of which came from your husband. 

With your phone placed away, you had not realized this deluge of notifications until Choso dropped you off at your apartment lobby.

“Bastard still thinks you’re his good lil’ wife,” Choso snickered when he peered over your shoulder, scanning the messages as well.

Driven by post-coital bliss, his mood had improved dramatically on the drive back, and he grinned stupidly beside you. At some point, you had to push his smug face away so that he would stop gloating over the words on your screen.

Where the fuck did you go? I’m still at the restaurant looking for you, one of Naoya’s bitter texts read followed by another sent twenty minutes later: I’m already home now, goddamnit.

Oh, the dread. 

The raw dread that filled you, knowing that you had a husband waiting for you at home. A dream for many, yet a curse for you...which was why once Choso bid you goodbye, this awful trepidation only intensified now that you were once again nothing but alone. 

The long elevator ride up to the penthouse didn't help either, your anxiety consuming you as the numbers on the floor display ticked higher. Sometime before the elevator reached the twentieth story, you caught sight of your reflection in the mirrored walls.

Wow, with this new wild hairdo, you looked like a tornado survivor.

Oh, but before Naoya saw you, there was something else you should be more concerned about.

You stumbled towards your closest reflection, your breaths coming to a stop as you slowly—very slowly—peeled up your dress.

“Please...no,” you silently prayed but nothing could stop the gasp at your lips once the hem was pulled past your hipbone, revealing the purple bruises on your outer thighs and the prominent swelling at your ass. 

“Oh my,” you winced when you ran a finger over one particular welt.

Naoya must never get a glimpse of this.

Shame burned at your face, which had marks of their own.

To justify this most recent escapade, you convinced yourself that this was what Naoya deserved after his hurtful words during dinner. Furthermore, if what the therapists said was true—if Naoya was truly cheating on you—you definitely merited rights to your own (reverse) harem, right? An eye for an eye.

Okay, there were faults in this logic, but you must suspend beliefs if you hoped to feel better about yourself.

When a telling ding signaled your arrival at the sixtieth-second floor, you scrambled, pulling your dress over the blemishes and patting down some stubborn baby hairs. Once the elevator doors parted, you paced briskly to the penthouse entrance, the unit’s usual jasmine scent greeting you followed by the overhead lights that flickered on.

You thought that you were the only one in the apartment until you spotted Naoya in the living room. He had a long day, but he was awake rather than asleep, sunken into the sofa. From the back, he appeared bored, shuffling idly through different channels on TV.

“I’ve returned,” you announced unceremoniously, slipping off your heels. 

When your husband turned to look over his shoulder, you half-expected him to erupt in fury—to degrade you, to command you, to do everything to emotionally hurt you until he pleased himself using you. After all, that was the typical response that you had grown accustomed to. 

In fact, Naoya almost seemed to have ignored you had it not been for how he stood up from his seat, revealing the tall silhouette that blended with the cityscape background behind him. Hands tucked into his pockets, he strode languidly toward you on long legs and silent steps until he stopped a mere foot away.

“What’s that?” he inquired about the shopping bag you just placed down. He peered inside and surely recognized the dress that Choso had so graciously returned. “Had you gone somewhere?”

“Picked this up from the dry cleaner,” you babbled only to immediately wish that you hadn’t. This was an awful fabrication that was formulated from impulsivity rather than wit, confirmed by how Naoya narrowed his eyes.

“I see,” Naoya hummed in acceptance, likely trying to understand why you decided to make a spontaneous nighttime trip to the dry cleaner when you were supposed to be on a dinner date with him. Then, he added very casually, “You didn’t respond to my texts, by the way.”

Neither did you, you wanted to retort. When he had vanished into thin air these past few days, did he bother to look at the many messages that you sent him? Of course not. Rather than stir a commotion, you merely uttered, “Sorry.” 

“Just don’t do that again,” he advised. For a moment, he glanced to the side—almost like he was about to burst from frustration—before he calmly said, “I was worried about you.”

Now this you were not expecting.

Your chest even fluttered given that your husband rarely voiced his concern for you. Had you responded to his texts, would he ever tell you something like that?

His mood was pleasant—far too pleasant because this was Naoya Zenin in the question, a self-absorbed husband whose indecent wife missed each of his eleven calls because she was too busy getting her pussy stretched (but he didn’t need to know that last point, right?).

On that note, guilt tugged hard at your stomach.   

While you had planned to confront Naoya about his potential infidelity, the idea suddenly seemed too out of place, and you were ashamed that you doubted faithfulness at all.

That was when you reminded yourself: Naoya would always be the endgame. The fuck session earlier tonight was only to get your mind off the husband that you were hung up on. Naoya was who you truly wanted in the end. The fresh change with Choso—you justified—was to lift your mood, so you could forgive Naoya for his earlier insults.

Nonetheless, this guilt was much too heavy to swallow.

This wretched feeling only intensified as Naoya closed the distance, gently leaning over to seal your lips closed. I’ve missed you, his kiss seemed to say.

Earlier tonight, he might have confessed how his intention with you was purely sexual, a statement that trampled on your already aching heart. But, in the end, Naoya was whom you were expected to spend the rest of your days with.

You gripped onto his shirt as his lips traveled to your jaw, the quiet smacks ringing softly in your ears before you felt him kiss the side of your neck, and his warm exhale excited a slight shudder down your spine.

Whether his actions were driven by emotion or duty, you didn’t know. But what you did know was how much you wanted to give yourself in to him, to sink into the arms that encircled your waist, to let him caress and then use you—all in an attempt to relieve you from your sins.

If only life was that simple.

“This smell,” Naoya murmured, lips vibrating against your collarbone as he spoke, “comes from another man.”

Your blood turned cold.

“...What?”

Caught completely off-guard, you could feel your sympathetic nervous system kicking in, your cold fingertips and widened eyes telltale signs of your fright. Before Naoya could look downward, you pulled at your dress to hide the bruises by your thighs, which would be a surefire giveaway to the dirty deed you had done earlier. However, you were not thinking, perhaps downright possessed even, when you tried to save yourself by adding, “That isn’t what you think it is.”

Although Naoya was still by your neck, even you could see how he cocked a brow at the comment.

“’That?’” he repeated, then pausing briefly. As his confusion waned into dubiety, he straightened up slowly and loomed over you. “That what?”

Oh, no—

“That what?” Naoya said again, except his tone this time around could cut like a sharpened blade. His face deepened and darkened for every second that passed, his expression souring into a frown with furrowed brows. Even his lips tugged between a smile and a jeer as if he seemed tied between derision and disbelief. He certainly made his mind, though, when he caught your hand shielding a certain bruise. “What...are you hiding?”

That was when panic swallowed you whole.

“Nothing. It’s just...I didn’t mean to—” Terror locked words in your throat, but you certainly made the wrong move when you blurted, “I had told him not to—“

“Him?”

Oh, now you really aroused Naoya’s curiosity, not to mention that he looked furious because why should he ever love a wife unfaithful to him?

“No!” you shouted when Naoya tore your arm towards him. Efforts to free yourself quickly proved futile given his firm clasp. Rather, Naoya first stared at your hand, studying the cuts across your palm before his gaze trailed down to the much more obvious marks on your thighs and knees.

For several silent moments, he appeared deep in thought...pondering and pondering...his flat expression too difficult to read. Only when the seconds turned into a full minute did Naoya cautiously loosen his grasp around your wrist, releasing you from captivity.

Relief swelled over your system because you assumed you were safe, that Naoya was actually a more forgiving husband than you had originally given him credit for. You even backed away from him knowing that you were now liberated from his scrutiny.

Until your husband very calmly added, “Seems like I’ve missed out on something exciting.”

You froze.

For a man red hot with anger mere minutes ago, Naoya was now so amused that you found his change in tone too eerie, his expression so stern that you must promptly avert your gaze to the hardwood floor.

“I...don’t know what you’re talking about.” Vainly, you tried to play down the weight of the matter. “Just headed out for a bit. Nothing for you to be concerned with.”

“Oh really?” The inflection in Naoya’s pitch was incredibly insulting and incredulous. “To the dry cleaners? Or don’t tell me that my beloved wifey lied to me because she had actually gone somewhere else? Because you sure were desperate to cover up for something that ‘wasn’t anything important.’”

Fuck.

“I—” A gulp.

Naoya did not need long to notice the backward shuffles in your steps. He followed you, stalking forward like a mountain lion closing in his pathetic prey. Ideally, you would like to tell him to stop, that you could barely think with him at such proximity, but the potential consequences of telling him off seemed too dangerous.

“Well, tell me,” he urged. With one last step, he cornered you such that your back pressed against the wall, his hands planted on either side of your head. He exhaled deeply, and remnants of his tequila whirled in the little space between you two. “Did my dear Mrs. Zenin have a lot of fun?”

Your mouth grew dry at the question, and you remained keen to drill your eyes into the ground.

“I...” You bit your inner cheek, remembering the tears that had rolled off embarrassingly from your face. “I...wouldn’t exactly call that fun.”

“Aw, not fun?” Naoya cooed and curled one finger around a loose lock of your hair. “Why not, darling? All because my baby’s got some booboos? What do you want me to do, hm? Want me to crawl onto my knees to kiss the bruises that another man gave?”

“N-No.”

He contemplated the answer, looking lost in thought as he twirled your tresses. “Then how far did you get with this lucky guy?”

At the confrontation, it took all your willpower to not crumble like potted soil turned dry. Wracked with humiliation, you decided to ignore the question, thinking that that was the safer option until your husband tugged your strands gently.

"Hey.” There was a spark of a raspy growl in his voice. Understandably, he was irritated, and you didn’t blame him for being impatient when he warned lowly, "Don't make me repeat myself."

You swallowed one hard lump.

“We didn’t go far at all.” A lie through your goddamn teeth. Yet, you had to say something if you ever hoped for him to let you off the hook, especially when—

“Ow!” you groaned at the forceful yank at your hair. Instinctively, your hands flew to your scalp and rubbed at where the sting burned the most. “The hell was that for?!”

“I just want you to tell me the truth,” Naoya advised coolly, which implied that he already had some idea what this ‘truth’ was. Whether or not he did, you could feel how he was dangerously toying with your strands again, ready to teach you another lesson if you disobeyed. “C’mon,” he challenged. “Test me. Who would have thought that my wife would have this much trouble being honest with—"

“We fucked over his car...”

The room went instantly silent as your words sunk in, the only sounds being your uneven breaths that were a by-product of your horror.

Did you really just say that?

Though you have yet to meet his gaze, you hated how your stomach churned with uneasiness, only exacerbated by Naoya’s overbearing presence beside you.

“Over his car?” Naoya quoted, his interest piqued. “As in, the car hood?”

For a long moment, you considered how to answer in the most diplomatic manner until your eyes slipped closed and you finally said, “...Yes.”

“And did you like it?”

“N-No.”

A gentle tug. “I can tell when you lie,” and by now, you could tell that he truly meant it. “Try me again, and I’ll—"

“I...loved it.”

You thought that Naoya Zenin finally derived the satisfaction that he wanted when his fingers ultimately loosened from your locks, only for these hopes to prove naïve when his dark chuckles rumbled from above. What started as a small snicker soon unraveled into a taunting laugh—an impassionate uproar—as your husband threw his head back, cackling wickedly into the air.

You were too absorbed in disgrace that you didn’t even notice Naoya approach you again, his right hand moving to grab your face. And when he finally forced you to turn to him, you see that his hazel eyes are ablaze with an unscrupulous sort of entertainment, tears from laughter pricking at his outer corners.

“Oh, ho ho!” he mused. His strong clutch on your jaw allowed him to revel in your distress, squandering your opportunities to look at anything else but him. “This is fucking hilarious! To think that everyone thought that Miss Prim-and-Proper over here is a good sweet girl when she’s been a slut all along.” 

Naoya chuckled as his eyes crinkled with mirth, and you squirmed uncomfortably in his hold.

Rather than humiliation, your heart began to fill with chagrin.

Why was your very husband the only person who would intentionally work up so much frustration in you?

Ironically, the timing in this realization could not be more perfect as Naoya brought his face all up in yours. 

“This wasn’t the first time, wasn’t it?”

Obviously, your first inclination is to lie, but you second guess yourself when you think back to his previous warning: I can tell when you lie.

“Not the first time,” you breathed slowly, and the rumbles in his laughter were wholly off-putting.

“So, did you spit or swallow tonight, you little whore? Well, you seem more like a spitter, you quitter. Unless...” He then covered his mouth for theatric effect. “Don’t tell me he came inside of you?!” he crowed and reveled in the glare you sent. “Bingo! He did, didn’t he? He came deep inside my wife, and I’m sure you loved that too!” At this point, Naoya was guffawing like a maniac on the ground, bent over to hug at his stomach. “I’m guessing you creamed all over his cock too! Boy, oh boy. What would your daddy say when he learns that his little girl’s been frisky? Oh, oh! Even better! What would the papers say when a little birdie informs them about your tiny secret?”

“Or about yours.”

Naoya’s laughter, which had bellowed through the penthouse just moments ago, immediately dissipated at the comment.

Your husband crawled up from the floor. He half-stumbled on his way up and met your deterministic gaze. 

This, so far, was the bravest you have ever been. Never have you dared to even think about confronting Naoya. Yet here you were now. Even if you trembled with nervousness—his frame towering many centimeters above yours—you did your best to be the one staring him down instead. 

While you expected repulsion, Naoya just stared pointedly at you.

“How did you know?”

Strangely enough, his unflappable composure was what upset you the most. He was calm and collected, so unperturbed such that he didn’t even bother to deny the accusation. Because compared to you, Naoya probably did not feel guilty in the slightest, instead viewing your awareness as nothing more than an inconvenience.

“So, the cheating rumors are true then,” you breathed, and when your husband nodded so nonchalantly, there should be no reason for you to experience a heartache that you knew wasn’t worth the pain.

Besides, you should have been prepared for this. The signs were so blatant and obvious: his ridicule, his actions, and his contempt all presages that pointed towards an underlying reason behind his behavior. For crying out loud, even your therapists, who probably never witnessed a second of interaction between you and your husband, were the first to suggest the idea of Naoya’s infidelity. 

And like a fool, you had rushed to defend your husband.

But why were you so obsessed with upholding a failed marriage when your husband could barely care to do the same? Why were you so desperate to salvage any possibility of amending the bond between husband and wife when your other half could not care for the same? The entire reason you sought sex therapy was that you valued this marriage more than anything else, hoping to forge a physical connection with your husband that lied beyond obligation.

But were you really that disillusioned? 

The shame that had churned within your chest had given way to pain as you eked out, “How long has this been going on?”

“Almost a year.”

In other words, well before he tied the knot with you.

You appreciated his honesty, but the truth did not stab any less into your heaving chest.

No wonder Naoya had always been callous, ruthless even. From day one, he never belonged to you. In this marriage, his heart, his soul, and his every waking second had always been dedicated to someone else while you foolishly clung on to hope that he would one day warm up.

“Then...why didn’t you just marry her?”

“Look,” Naoya started, only to pause as a thousand emotions flashed across his face, reaching to massage his temples before he lost total control of his temper. “Things are complicated, okay? Listing all the reasons would take an entire damn day because there’s a fucking million of them.”

“Just tell me what they are.”

“Goddamnit, woman!” Naoya shouted, thrusting his arm down in exasperation and startling you. “Since when can you order me around?! Can’t your tiny ass idiot brain tell that I’m not in the fucking mood right now to talk about this shit?”

“But you’re going to keep seeing her?”

“Yes!” and his response was so curt that there was undoubtedly no regard for your feelings in his reply. There was so much more to know, but negotiating with him for details was fruitless given his current mood.

“You’re not worried that I’ll tell someone about this?”

“Well, you won’t,” Naoya accosted with crossed arms and the most unbothered shrug. “Because you know what’s going to happen if you tattle tale, right?”

You sucked in a deep breath.

I would just tattle tale too, the glint in his eyes answered, and nothing could stop him then. The knowledge of your affair had emboldened him and provided him with justification to do the same, especially since he could now laud all this over your head like some twisted trophy.

“Look, it’s fair and square,” he justified. “We’re even now. Frankly, I don’t care and won’t care to know about your business so long as you don’t mess with mine. Do us both a favor, alright? Keep that loudmouth of yours shut, and I might just do the same. Our families spent much effort to secure this ‘picture-perfect’ relationship in Japan, so we wouldn’t them finding out about our part-time flings, now would we?”

The worst bit was how Naoya was correct.

Because you thought about your father-in-law, who would harbor no qualms about cutting you from Japan’s most affluent family for good. You also thought about Mai and Maki, the Zenin twins who would be heartbroken to learn how Naoya had been mistreating you all along when you had previously told the girls that he wasn’t. And most importantly, you thought about your father, who would resign from his position to support your decisions, no matter how grave.

If disclosed, news regarding the scandals—both yours and your husband’s—would bear headlines for weeks, and the two households would certainly then fall out from bad publicity.

As a result, there was only one answer.

“No, we wouldn’t them to know.”

“Then, you’re not going to snitch?”

“No, I won’t...” you trailed off, and—from the corner of your eye—you could see Naoya grin with victory. 

The differences between you and Naoya may be irreconcilable, yet there still existed a silent but mutual goal to not disappoint each other’s families. While the thought of being second place in Naoya’s heart could tear through your own, you staved this emptiness away by justifying this as a small price to pay, given that thousands could at most dream about being in your place.

“So, you’re a well-behaved woman after all,” Naoya hummed happily, resting one arm suggestively on your hip. “What a good wife.”

A good wife—the main reason Naobito Zenin wanted his son to marry you to begin with. As a ‘good wife,’ you were expected to love your husband, respect him, and provide for him. Real love may not ever exist in your marriage, but you were still obliged to fulfill your duties as his lawful spouse.

So, when your husband carried you into the bedroom and brought you to bed, when he stripped you carefully from your clothes and squeezed at your breasts, you willingly let him turn you into his filthy fuck toy.

“On your back,” Naoya whispered at some point, pushing your shoulders back such that you landed on the mattress with a soft thud.

His gaze darkened salaciously upon inspecting all the crescents and markings on your ass, right before he pressed his lips onto your skin just to confess how he might actually like sloppy seconds like you.

He wished to take you in missionary as usual. What surprised you, however, was how he encouraged you to keep your legs closed this time, an idea he never proposed before. With an order that resembled more like a purr, he urged you to cross your ankles, explaining that this would allow you to squeeze his cock with both your vaginal and pelvic floor muscles, which would make him come faster. And when he started working into your insides—fucking used cum back into your tight little hole—his hand grazed along your bruises, causing you to hiss and squirm.

For a guy who pounded into your skull that he had no interest in you beyond sexual, Naoya sure knew how to make you feel every bit like the stupid breeding cumslut you wanted to be. That was perfect since you believed that the only way to be useful was to let him use you as he wanted, without thought for your own satisfaction.

As long as this marriage prevailed, he was yours, and you were his.

From here, there was no way out.

Or so you thought.

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end notes: This chapter is a rollercoaster and has been incredibly difficult for me to write, largely due to the various emotions I had to convey from both Y/N and Naoya. Pissed-off Naoya is one of my favorite dialogues to write, but I also enjoyed propelling Y/N's emerging confidence in confronting her husband.

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[revvethasmythh]

THE WEATHERMEN ARE BEING SALTY ON AIR THAT NO TORNADO WATCH WAS EVER ISSUED DUE TO WEATHER CONDITIONS

god, one second you're all hyped about a great new story idea and then next there's a tornado on the ground somewhere in your general vicinity :( that's life for you, i guess

[thelastspeecher]

eregyrn-falls replied to your post: “I've been watching a lot of tornado related...”

tornadoes are something that terrified me as a little kid, no doubt due to television. (i can remember a nightmare from early childhood about a tornado.) i grew up in eastern PA, where at the time we didn't have any. so it was the IDEA of them that terrified me. honestly, it still does. i would very very VERY much prefer never to live in a place that gets them with any regularity.

​i realize they're old hat for you, and that's true for anyone who lives with a natural phenomenon. you come to respect it, rather than be terrified of it. but for me, i can't get past the suddenness of them. the fact that they can strike in the middle of the night when you might have almost no warning at all. while they aren't completely unpredictable (obviously there are observable weather fronts and stuff), to me, they feel that way.

the natural disasters that i can deal with are hurricanes, and blizzards. both of those are things you see coming for DAYS. you can get out ahead of them. you can take steps to protect your house and your pets and yourself. (i mean, both of those in theory, assuming you have the means and the financial situation.) earthquakes and tornadoes are too sudden for me and that's why they scare me.

oh you're not the only one who's had a tornado nightmare! one of the worst nightmares I've had in my entire life was a tornado nightmare!

I think that what allows me to continue living in a tornado-prone area despite my general anxiety over like, idk, life, is two things: 1) tornado predictions give a crazy amount of warning nowadays, and 2) I live in a tornado-prone area, I've had a few close calls, but it's not like I live in Moore, Oklahoma lmao.

most tornado warnings aren't even that a tornado has been spotted by someone or confirmed by radar. most of them are "radar indicated rotation", meaning that a thunderstorm with a rotating cloud has been detected on radar. which doesn't mean tornado. it does mean a storm capable of a tornado and more likely to produce one, but it doesn't mean a tornado. or even a funnel cloud!

very VERY rarely are people caught off guard by a tornado anymore. FEMA says the average amount of time between a tornado warning being issued and the tornado or storm striking the area is 10 to 15 minutes. plenty of time to grab your emergency kit and go to your safe place. we have tornado watches if the weather is favorable and often know days in advance whether we'll be hit by weather conducive for tornadogenesis.

and even when we don't know in advance, like I said, we still have plenty of warning! about a week ago, I woke up to sirens, then ten minutes later, heard them again. which I knew likely meant a tornado warning had been issued (the first time, I checked my phone and saw it was severe thunderstorm and just rolled over to sleep some more lol). and before I could check, my phone went off, blaring the same alarm as an Amber Alert. which I knew 100% meant tornado warning. and it was. my roommate and I had time to use the bathroom, grab the dogs and emergency bag, and even take the dogs outside really quick to pee before the storm hit us! and we didn't have a tornado watch in effect. there weren't supposed to be conditions for tornadoes that morning.

and like I said, I don't live in Moore. if I did, I wouldn't even DREAM of living somewhere without a basement. as it is, I fucking hate that my best option is a hallway on the first floor. we've gotten tornadoes before. some have gotten close to me. one literally lifted over a building I was in. but thankfully, we're not as prone as other locations in my state; the storms tend to lose some steam by the time they reach here. and the tornadoes that do spawn tend to be lower level, again, because of the storms losing steam by the time they get here.

I know a lot about the science of tornadoes and grew up in Tornado Alley (or adjacent, depending on what graphic you use), so I know that our current methods are so flipping good at protecting us. we DO have warning. not as much as for a hurricane, but generally speaking, enough to, like I said, use the bathroom and grab the pets. earthquakes...yeah those don't typically give much warning, but that's something scientists are working on. buildings in earthquake-prone areas are built to withstand them (much like many buildings in tornado-prone areas are built to withstand severe storms), and people grow up learning what to do in an earthquake. (which is find a table to hide under, essentially, btw.)

no, what scares ME the most are wildfires.

you're flat-out fucked over by those.

[pawssclawss]

what the actual FUCK is wrong with my neighborhood

you want friends? congrats, you used to be friends with all the neighborhood kids, but you are no longer

kids will play in the street. like, without fear of getting run over, and will play stuff WRONG! they will yell "FORE" when playing baseball

melting tar on the street during summer? congrats, its being played in

playing chicken using bikes and scooters

FOUR culdesacs

you have no clue who lives around there. going on a walk? meet new people every time you do that

you will not be yelled at for playing in other people's yards, but you will find another part of the neighborhood that you don't think existed before

one guy that lives here has a real long driveway and is known for going to jail

apparentally one really crazy guy used to live here, threaten kids with a gun, and then died. his wife hightailed it out of here, and there are rumors his ghost is still there, and she killed him

there is no block parties. none.

barely anyone decorates for halloween, but you will get a shit ton of candy trick-or-treating

we live right next to an elementary school, that has gone through SO MANY principals. also, there's a shortcut to walk back to my neighborhood, with thorns around it, but the thorns DON'T HURT. AT ALL

most of the other teens are either gay or horrible people. only like 3 "normals"

i've gotten sexually harassed by a nine year old before

there are woods around this part of the county that bodies have been found in

also a lake/stream that people think causes some sort of health problem when you swim in it, but people in my school have swum in it no problem???

trauma is joked about because that's everyone's coping mech

there is a tree by one of the houses that was used for a long time as a meeting place between me and my old neighborhood friends, it was basically worshipped

there was a TORNADO WARNING ONCE! we don't live in a tornado-y area!

we live in suburbia. not rural, not urban. we are a suburban neighborhood/town who lives near an elementary school, and 10/15 min drive away from a middle school and high school. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING

[i-writes-things]

Don't text and swing.

bf!Peter Parker x gf!reader

Warnings- Swearing, fighting

Request: Could I please request a Peter Parker x reader where he is off on patrol and Y/N gets worried bc he isn't texting her (maybe they have a rule where he's supposed to text every 10 minutes or something you choose) and so she goes out for him but he is in the middle of a fight and she gets in the middle of it, using some skills she learned (maybe she took a self defense class cause she is dating a super hero) she tried to help him but she gets beat up and he takes her home and helps her get better?

Not my pic*

“You’ll text me?” You ask, sitting up in bed to receive his goodbye kiss. He pecked your lips and smiled saying,

“I’ll text you, bye.” Once remembering he turned back after jumping out into the hallway, saying, “Love you.” and with a wink he was gone and you were left laying in bed, thinking about your own day.

-

Peter leaves early in the morning and then he would get back late at night, but tonight was different. It is going to be special. You had cleaned the kitchen, the living room and fixed the shower drain for some reason. It just kinda happened. If he was late, like he usually was, he would be home by 8pm. And 8 pm came and went quite quickly, with no Peter Parker crawling through the window.

Usually heaving for breath and you holding him for the first few minutes of his arrival, he usually either just barely got away or had a long swing back to your shared apartment.

May’s old clock that she had given to Peter was ticking in the background of your racing thoughts, wondering if he was okay or if something had happened to him. You know he’ll make it home, so trying to relax you turn on the TV and the first channel that came up was a game show and after getting comfy with blankets and such, you watchedfor almost 10 minutes.

That's when it all started. You get a text from your best friend, MJ saying “Did you see Peter? He’s on the news!” And this made your heart rate go up at an alarming rate.

The next thing you knew you were running down multiple flights of stairs to the bottom floor and sprinting outside, then another two blocks to where the small fight commenced inside a bank. You ran over and almost tripped on the pieces of glass scattered around you. You know advanced martial arts and have since you became an adult, living in this world can be hard sometimes.

You charged, for whatever reason, you mostly weren't sure but knew from the inside that it was true, but you hadn't come to a conscious decision about it til now. Peter only noticed it was you when you rammed one of the ninjas onto the ground, punched them in the nose and stood to get yourself grounded. Then you were pushed across the room, falling hard on the glass shards on the outside of the bank, and upon getting up had cuts everywhere, one that especially hurt caught your attention. Peter now had the time to focus on the other guys, now that you had taken the moment to put one of them on the ground. And got into a rage when you were thrown across the room and onto the street.

This pushed him to take out his two targets in one spinning tornado kick.

-

“Oh. Fuck.”

“Sorry- I’m sorry, baby.”

“Oh, this sucks.”

“It won't suck forever.”

“It's better when you're here.” And with that Peter slowly directed you to the kitchen, knowing you needed some medical attention.

Closing your eyes tight, Peter washed off one of your bigger cuts, on your forearm, under the water of the sink.

God, this hurts like a motherfucker. Peter then bandaged it up and you would twitch at the random instant pains in your arm.

“Why did you come and find me? I was alright.”

“Me? Why didn't I come and save your ass should be your question.”

“That- That doesn't make any- Okay, you're right, baby.”

“And hey, I cleaned this full place for you, mister. You missed the beautiful dinner I made, just for you, too.”

“You did all that for me?” Nodding your head you pulled parker in for a kiss. He smiled and picked it up from the second you touched his lips.

“How about we get out of here?”

“We live here, Parker.”

“This room I mean.”

“If you say so…”

[eldritchsurveys]

1164.

When was the last time you read a whole book, to the last page exactly? >> Today. I read an entire book this morning (it was under 100 pages long). How many times have you had sex within the past two years? Guesstimate? >> Zero, if we're speaking strictly about outworld encounters. A million, otherwise--

When was the last time you made up a word? Did people think it was weird? >> I was so convinced I'd made up "incognegro" way back when only to find out it was a pretty common pun. I was so mad, lol

How many times in a month do you go to the movies? How much do you spend? >> Zero, usually. When/if I can afford AMC A-List again, it'll go back to about 4 to 8 times a month, like it was when I first had A-List. The subscription is $20/month so that's how much I spend (I rarely, if ever, buy concessions).

What is one of those movies that you could never get tired of watching? >> I would get tired of any movie, eventually.

When was the last time you heard thunder? Where were you at anyway? >> I don't remember, but I assume it was at least four months ago.

Have you ever begged the opposite sex for anything at all? >> I recall exactly one instance of begging someone for anything and that was because I was in a pretty fucked-up entanglement with someone and that seemed like a natural thing to do at the time. Because of the fucked-up-ness of the entanglement. You see.

Are there many places to shop in the town you live in? What kinds? >> Sure, it's a city of some size. There's... so many kinds.

When was the last time you bought shoes? What do they look like? >> May, when I got my Tevas. They look like black sandals with fabric straps.

Do you like surveys with really in-depth questions, like mine? >> I do.

When was the last time you were in trouble with your parents? . Has your boyfriend or girlfriend ever cheated on you? Were you mad or sad? >> I have never had this experience.

Do you know anyone who claims to have the ability to see the future? >> I do know a fair number of diviners and astrologers, and the future is primarily what those disciplines deal in, so.

Are you a superstitious person? Have you ever been superstitious before? >> I am not.

Do you like any songs from country music? If so, which ones do you like? >> I like a few Orville Peck and Jace Everett songs, and some Johnny Cash songs, and some others I'm sure I'm forgetting. Can people read your facial expressions easily? If so, why is this? >> I think my face does a lot of things that people could choose to read into if they were so inclined, but I haven't had many experiences where people were correct in what they were assuming about me through my facial expressions.

When was the last time you went on vacation? Where did you go to? >> I went to Disney with Sparrow's family in 2022. I don't have much use for the word "vacation" but that trip definitely qualified as one for everyone else who went, so. How many states have you been to in your lifetime? Guesstimate if not sure. >> Around 10 or so. I'm not counting again, I count every time I get this question and I don't feel like it this time.

When you go to the movies, do you actually watch the movies or not? >> I don't do a single other thing aside from watching the actual movie. What kind of instant messaging service do you use? Why do you use this? >> Discord. Because that's the one everyone is on and I don't hate it. When was the last time your area had a tornado warning, if ever? >> This past summer. It was a pretty sick storm, I loved it.

Have you ever had one of those major fights with your current bf/gf? . Does it ever bother you when people use abbreviations for certain words? >> It doesn't bother me at all.

Would it creep you out if you walked in on your best friend having sex? >> If I had a best friend and this happened, it wouldn't bother me at all. But I'd be worried that it bothered them, because this is a thing people are commonly bothered by. When was the last time you said ‘I love you?’ Who did you say it to? . Do you have any of those freaky phobias that make no sense at all? >> I don't have any phobias. Do you ever look at random people and think they could be a serial killer? >> Uh, no. I don't do that. Why would I do that?

Does it scare you when the sky gets really cloudy and dark during the day? >> It doesn't scare me, but it can startle me if I wasn't expecting it. What it does reliably do is excite me. I love the anticipation of a really good storm.

What was the last amusement park you went to? Did you have fun? >> Walt Disney World. Yeah, I did have fun.

[sys128]

Midwestern Weather in a nutshell

There is a thing we say up here in town in the midwest: you can not predict 100% what the weather will be like about a week from now. That is usually true; sometimes, the forecasts are just wrong enough to not be accurate to what actually happened that day. Not even winter is safe. The month of December is, a lot of the time, more predictable than the other months, but there have been times when it just goes off the rails. For reference, usually during this month, it goes back and forth between rain and snow, with these intervals lasting about a week or so. But we usually start seeing the snow as early as November. Last year, we had an untimely heat wave, resulting in a 100% green Christmas. That Christmas Eve, it was 60 degrees outside, a lot hotter than we have ever seen at that time of year. Imagine my surprise when I found that it started to snow two days later and was in the 20-degree range. It felt like a final “fuck you” by mother nature after almost an entire month of rain and spring temperatures.

And then there was January 2019, the Great Polar Vortex as I like to call it. That was an agonizing couple of days when the temperatures were so cold, you could be frostbitten in as little as 10 minutes. It was in the best interest of everyone in the midwest to stay inside their houses and pray their water pipes still worked. Here in Wisconsin, we got wind chill ratings as low as -50 degrees Fahrenheit! Northern Illinois also saw some lower -40 wind chill and the same with Indiana. Arguably, two states had it worse than us: North Dakota and Minnesota. They saw the wind chill go as low as -65! Our Canadian neighbors also shared the same pain as us because they were also caught pretty majorly by the polar vortex.

After December, once the snow sticks, it sticks for a WHILE, though it is not so easy telling when it will finally melt, bringing us the spring. There have been years when spring came at a normal time, between late March and early April. But I remember a couple of years where the snow had stuck around for so long that while the east coast was enjoying the sun, we were still chilling with a couple inches of snow, somewhere in May. During this time, we can also see some other really wacky things happening. Last year, we were hit by an EF1 tornado. Thankfully, our house was not hit, but our power was knocked out for a good 7 hours or so. It had been downpouring essentially the whole night otherwise. But since the temperature dropped at just the right time, I woke up to a fresh blanket of December-looking snow.

Even when we finally see the snow melt after so long, because of the length of winter, our spring usually isn’t that long. Say that we get another May snow year. That only lasts over a month before it gets unbelievably hot in the summer. Speaking of hot, we don’t just see freezing up here. We also see melting. We are no strangers to days when it is 102 degrees outside. We are a region of the United States where we are able to adapt to both extremes. But the thing I, personally, am not so much used to is consistency, which is why I tend to get annoyed when the sun is out for more than a week without it raining a drop. At least the clouds in the sky could collect more raindrops or something! Some states can have almost constant hot or cold all year, and I will not know how they go through it just fine. Show me your ways, Australia! It does seem that Texas feels the same way about how we handle the cold because, in February 2021, they got a wave of cold weather, which led to the first snow in a long time in some areas. Since they are more used to hot weather, their cooling system becomes a detriment because they usually have little need for heating. What they had was not enough for them because some 200 people got killed by freezing to death during the cold wave, which is honestly kind of scary.

There is one more example I want to mention, and that would be the number of times I have been given flash flood warnings on my phone. Usually, after the snow has melted and we are experiencing the long summer that is June to September, a week cannot go by without my phone telling me that somewhere in town is probably going to flood!! Thankfully, around parts I have lived, that never happens. But I am willing to bet that it happens somewhere, near some of the creeks, ponds, and rivers. After a while, I stopped paying attention to those warnings.

The weather in the midwest is probably some of the most unpredictable things I can think of. It is like a game of chance whether you are going to be at risk of getting snowed in or melted to death, but it seems we have good enough air conditioning to not die from it in both of those situations. Those are people to thank!

[dancing-coyote]

Let me tell you something, friend, rooted in first-hand experience:

These fuckers can BOOK.

While the average forward speed of a tornado is 10-20mph, they have been clocked at speeds of 55-60mph.

Some vanishingly rare beasts like the Tri-State Tornado have even reached speeds in excess of 70mph.

But anyway, yeah, this is the real shit. This is why, when you get the warning to take shelter, you take fucking shelter and don't dawdle around, because these things can come up on you in minutes and, often, by the time you can see or hear the tornado, it's too late.

from nebraska earlier today. this has got to be some of the craziest tornado footage i have ever seen. from @nickgormanwx

[snowhashiraamiya]

KYOJUROU RENGOKU X ORIGINAL CHARACTER (OC) FANFICTION

Tornado of Opposites

WARNING: This fanfiction may consist of topics and scenes inappropriate for readers under 18.

Consists of: Sexual Trauma, Assault, PTSD, Cursing, Bodily injuries, Death, Suicide attempt.

⚠️Proceed with Caution⚠️

There are no warnings for this chapter ❤️

Chapter 10: A swift action

“Amiya?”

I turned my head looking up into his eyes, “Hm?” Gods he was beautiful.. those golden eyes, charming smile, golden locks kissed with red.

He chuckled, “Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” I shook my head, fuck, way to daydream again.

“I said, you’re beautiful.”

My eyes widened and a felt a warmth growing in my cheeks, I pushed my hair behind my ear quickly. She truly was extraordinary in his eyes, despite all she’s endured, he wished so deeply to be the one to tell her every day, how beautiful she was.

I took a step forward and looked up at him, his eyes widened and his cheeks turning a tad bit red, it was his turn to blush. “Thank you, Kyojurou.” I smiled softly and tilted my head, closing my eyes as I smiled.

His knees nearly buckled out from underneath him, she was.. so innocently adorable, yet, she was powerful. That gaze of hers could simply drop him to his knees.

***

He woke up the next morning, feeling energized. His heart longed to admit it to her, to admit his love for her, but so soon? Was he just masking his heart? No. He truly loved her, he wanted to get closer to her every day.

Rengoku dressed in his demon slayer uniform and draped his flame colored haori over his shoulders and slipped his sword between his hip and belt. He was going to tell her today, and hopefully-

Not chicken out in the process.

He took a deep breath and left his estate to search for the astounding snow hashira.

He can do this, he can do this.

Right? Of course!

His golden eyes found her, walking down a path that was cradles in sakura trees, the wind a casual breeze today. “Amiya!” He called, she lifted her head at the sound of his voice, turning to look at his approaching figure.

“Good morning, Rengoku.” I smiled, “It’s lovely to be in your presence again.” He smiled brightly, “May I borrow some of your time?”

My eyes widened, “Oh, I don’t see why not!” I smiled and continuing walking down the path, “Have you had any missions recently?” He replied as they walked into a flower patch, with blue and white daisys, the petals matching her eyes.

“Not as of late. It’s been rather quiet.” *I replied and squatted down, sitting in the flowers, he sat down beside her. “Ah, well, how is training going? You’re not pushing yourself too hard, right?”

I laughed softly, “I’m sure to keep my health in check, and you?” He smiled and nodded, “Ah yes, I’ve been training and guiding my younger brother Senjurou recently.”

I gasped, “You know, I hope to meet your younger brother some day!” His heart fluttered and he smiled, “I think he would really enjoy your company.”

I smiled and started making a flower crown in my hands, Kyojurou’s eyes flickered down to her hands as she twisted the vines into a circle. “You’re pretty good at that. That crown is really amazing.” I blushed a tad and smiled, “Thank you.” I say up on my knees and put the crown on his head and smiled.

He chuckled and then lifted the crown off of his head and very gently placed it on hers instead, “It looks more lovely on you. Like a queen.” My eyes went wide and I smiled, “You flatter me, Kyojurou.” The flame hashira smiled, “Oh but I am simply stating the truth.”

I smiled and then stood up and walked around the flowers, he watched her, simply taken aback by her presence, the way she cherished all things around her. “If I may.” He replied and stood up, slightly moving closer to her.

You can do this.

She looked up at him, her beautiful, blue eyes peering up into his golden and red ones. “Yes?” She replied, he took a deep breath. “Ms Amiya, may I admit something to you?” Her eyes widened, “I don’t mind.. what is it?”

His heart quickened in his chest, “I am simply.. captivated by your presence, your voice, everything about you.” Her cheeks turned red, “You make me feel a way that I.. never acknowledged in my time as a demon slayer, due to the fact that I’m always so focused on others, rather than myself.”

Her eyes softened.

“I realize that this may.. seem sudden, rushed even. But I feel so drawn to you, that it’s incredibly difficult to keep myself away.”

Her breath came out a little rushed.

“I feel so strongly for you.. something far more than just.. friends, comrades, fellow hashira..”

One of his hands gently touched her hip and the other rested on her head, her hair feeling like a feather to him.

“I’m in love with you, Amiya..”

She stayed quiet and swallowed her nerves, before leaning on her toes and pressing her lips gently against his, his eyes went wide and his body relaxed against her.

She broke the kiss reluctantly, “I’m… in love with you as well, Kyojurou.”

He smiled and leaned down to her, and pressed his lips against hers again, holding her closer as their breath’s mingled in the moment.

“You’re so beautiful…” he breathed and kissed her again, holding the small of her back, her hands coming up to cradle his cheeks.

When they came down from the feeling, her arms wrapped around his neck and he lifted her, spinning her in his arms. A princess twirl, if you will.

She laughed as he chuckled and hummed as he held her against him, “I promise, I will always protect you. You, my darling flame, mean so much to me..”

10 CHAPTERS!! WOO HOO!!

ALSO FAN ART?! YEA! I have a bunch, BUT, I really really love this piece.

Credit to: @thepeach_fox on instagram ❤️

I’ll be posting fan art to the chapters that match the art! So stay tuned!!

NOTES: This chapter sadly ISN’T as long as I wanted it to be, BUT, I didn’t want to shove so much into one chapter.

Also! This chapter will be switching to 3rd person, I’ve realized 1st person is a little bit more difficult for me to write in.

There will be no chapter next week, I gotta get my thoughts together for the next one, so chapter 11 will be released on August 6th!

Thank you SO much, If you’ve kept up on my silly little fanfic, I love you ❤️

[shatteringangels]

Share the latest entry in your diary/journal. //Zeda!

"April 25th, 2120

X - Angelic activity on the rise in the northwest US X - Possibly due to weather patterns??? X - More disasters = more 'help' needed??? X - New nests built??? X - More tornadoes in TV X - Cali recovering from 2nd major earthquake this year X - But more angels there??? wtf X - ASK ETHAN TO CHECK IN - was hearing wild shit about the west coast last week X - DHOW index: demonic attacks dropping X - Down 10% from beginning of the year X - Down 30% from last years numbers X- what the actual FUCK is going on. i get two new babysitters and the world decides to fuck itself X - Future numbers expected to continue dropping X - DHOW isnt that good. there's something else here X - The crystal??? Maybe???

Conclusions: what the actual fuck.

Continued work with cracking the crystal; managed to make it not immediately try to shatter me back, but no progress into actually getting into it. Feels warmer than I am. Grittier. How the hell do I mimic that. how does one even mimic energy.

What am I even looking for??? Why is this thing so important?? At least the babysitters think so. Maybe. Like I trust them.

Tried out the crystals again; managed to almost toast Iris to a crisp when she walked around the corner of the warehouse. Note to self: warn anyone who may come around there's an electric turret ready when they show up. It was pretty funny though. Wish it was Siren.

Power control improving: no longer burning myself on my own fire. Finally. It only took years.

Surges getting milder:

wings becoming less painful

gashes easier to deal with

wild powers not going off as much/getting under control

still want to go on a murder spree and can't - doubt that will EVER get better

bigger weapons possible - Made a zweihander today for shits and giggles, almost cut my arm off when it fell

NOTE: do not make big weapons anywhere but in your hand. it WILL fall the worst possible direction

[mindninjax]

To Shape a Home (10)

Autumn- Chapter 10

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Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: Still fluffy (for now 😈)

WC: 5.8k

a/n: 👀👀👀 Also there are a few song featured in this chapter! They’ll be linked haha but one is Thank God I’m a Country Boy by none other than John Denver and the other is Big Yellow Taxi by the lovely Joni Mitchell. Anywhoo enjoyyyyyy the chapterrrr 🥰🥰🥰

“So uhh…”

Katsuki flicks his eyes down to his watch. An hour and forty-seven minutes, that ought to be a new record. He, Eijirou, Denki and Hanta are spending the day at the lake fishing or trying to fish. Their chairs are sprawled out in a line near the edge of the lake, fishing lines cast out into the murky water. Dead leaves float on the surface before they soak and sink to the bottom of the depths.

It’s a warm day, though the autumn breeze makes it feel a little chillier than he’s used to. It’s a new spot, one Denki staked out a few weeks ago.  Katsuki huffs, his fishing spot is much better than this one, but he keeps his mouth shut. Something about bringing his friends to the spot felt like an invasion and if he thinks too much about it, your face starts to creep into his mind again.

Eiji speaks hesitantly and again Katsuki knows he’s about to bring you up. He figured one of his idiotic friends would bring you up as soon as they got to the lake but it’s been almost two hours and all they’ve talked about are the preparations for the Fair.

Until now that is.

“Nope,” he replies, shaking his head and keeping his eyes on the lake in front of him. From the corner of his eye he can see Eijirou stammer as a shocked but offended look shoots across his face.

“Wha– you don't even know what I was gonna say!”  he retorts, throwing his arms up.

“I do know. And I'm sayin’ nope.” Katsuki tries to busy himself with readjusting the fishing rod. He hasn’t had so much as a nibble since they started fishing, but if it’ll move the attention away from the topic he knows Ei wants to talk about, it’s worth checking again.

Katsuki winces when Hanta speaks up, curiosity bleeding into his words. “Wanna fill us in on your weird best buds telepathy thing?” He clicks his tongue in annoyance when Eijirou glances over to Katsuki and he returns the look with a pointed glare.

Eiji starts, “I was gonna ask Kats about Min–”

“It’s none of your business. Plus there’s nothin’ to talk about,'' Katsuki interrupts, huffing out an impatient breath.

Eijirou purses his lips and folds his arms over his chest. “Oh yeah? Cuz I think running out in the middle of a tornado to save her sounds a lot like somethin’.”

Fucking hell, there it is. Now he’ll never hear the end of it. Denki and Hanta are sputtering and falling over themselves. They’ve always been overdramatic and Katsuki wishes he could wipe that dumb smirk off of Eiji’s face. This is all his fault.

“Woah, that’s why you weren’t at the community center with the rest of us?” Hanta asks with wide eyes.

“Shut it idjit.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes to avoid eye contact, the back of his neck feels hot as they settle back down. This is ridiculous. It’s almost as if they’re all back in high school again talking about girls and crushes and shit. It’s idiotic. There’s nothing going on between you and him. Like he said, there’s nothing to talk about.

“Come on Kats. You can tell us that you care about her. It’s pretty obvious at this point,” Eijirou replies, slapping an arm around his shoulder. He tries to shrug him off to no avail.

So what if he went to save you? If Eiji or any of these other idiots had gone to help you out, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. So why the fuck are they all staring a thim like he’s got a third fucking head.

“Yeah not to mention, she’s smokin’ hot,” Denki adds, shrugging and biting his lip.

Immediately, Katsuki glares at Denki and it doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the group. He’s not allowed to talk about you like that, even if it is true. There’s a long moment of silence as everyone realizes what his reaction to Denki’s words mean.

Finally, Hanta’s sigh breaks the silence. “Ask her out man. Don’t be a wuss.”

“Yeah you could ask her to the Faire! I’m sure she’s going,” Eiji chimes in, beaming an encouraging smile at him.

“Hey Eijirou–weren’t you planning on ask–ouch!” Eiji jams his elbow into Denki’s side before he can finish the sentence, yet his face doesn’t change from the encouraging smile.

Katsuki’s eyes snap up to Eijirou. Fucking hell, he knew Eiji had a thing for you. Last thing he ever wanted was to come in and swoop his girl up.

What is he saying?  He’s not swooping you up. You aren’t his. He would’ve gone out into a storm to save any of these idiots here. Why should you be any different? At the very least the two of you are friends. So of course he’d treat you like one.

The way he can’t get your smile out of his head, the way he remembers how good you smelled, sweet with a hint of spice, the way he still feels relieved when he thinks about the moment he found you sitting in the tub with Frenchie…those don’t mean anything.

Right?

“Kats, you should do it man. Ask her,” Eiji says softly. He stares into his friend’s scarlet eyes and he knows he’s being serious. Katsuki scoffs.

“What makes you think she’ll agree to do anything with me huh?” He can hardly believe it when all three of his friends erupt into fits of laughter. Denki holds his sides as he coughs up a lung, Eiji wipes a tear from his eye and Katsuki sits in the middle of them all steaming like a vegetable.

“That’s what you’re worried about? Her saying no? Are all you pretty guys this dense?” Hanta says between laughs.

“I mean ya did save her from a storm so even if she wanted to say no, she probably wouldn’t. Yannow to pay you back from saving her,”  Denki replies in a tone that suggests he thinks his comment is helping.

“You’re not helping Idjit!” Katsuki shouts. He wishes they would drop it.he’s not in high school again. This isn’t some dumb schoolyard crush. You’re a person with baggage and shit and not to mention he’s got baggage of his own. You probably don’t have the time to deal with someone like him anyway.

“Man come on. Ya gotta know that she’s not gonna turn you down. Just as obvious it is that  you’ve got a thing for her, she’s got a thing for you too. I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes, “Tsk, you don’t know shit.”

Eiji’s serious now. His chair squeaks underneath him as he leans over to put a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and squeeze.  “You don’t have to keep punishing yourself. You’re allowed to move on dude.”

A hard dry lump forms in his throat as he glares at Eiji from the corner of his eye. Punishing himself? That’s not what he’s doing, is it? Of course not,because if he was that would mean he considered you a prize, something he doesn’t deserve.

A flash of your smile, the sound of your giggle, the warmth of your hand in his, washes over him and he can’t quite pinpoint the pang of emotion that courses through him at the thought. He turns to Eijirou now, lip curled up in anger.

“Yeah and what about you, hah? Think I don’t know that you got a thing for her? You’ve had yer eye on her since she moved in!” he shouts.

He tries to gain control over his emotions as he speaks but the slight sound of possession isn’t missed as Eiji smirks knowingly.

“So have you,” Eiji replies gently.

“That ain’t–”

“Look man, Minnie’s great…” Eiji pauses, putting a finger to his chin before he shrugs and continues.

“Actually, she’s more than great and yeah you’d have to be blind and dumb not to fall for her. She makes it way too easy, but I’ve seen the way you look at her and how you act around her. Have ya noticed you leave the house more since she moved here? That we don’t hafta ask you more than once to hang out with us anymore? Heck, you’ve even started laughing more since talkin’ to her.”

Denki and Hanta both nod quietly as Katsuki continues to pout.

Eijirou smiles, the big stupid bright one that everyone–yeah including Katsuki– finds comfort in. “She’s changin’ you. She’s good fer you and it ain’t just that. I think you may be good fer her too. So if ya think I’m gonna be mad at ya or something for askin’ her out,that couldn’t be farther from the truth man. I’m happy fer you, I’m happy ya found someone good fer ya,” he finishes. He gives Katsuki’s shoulder one more assured squeeze before he settles back into his chair.

It’s quiet for a beat as everyone let’s Eiji’s words settle into the atmosphere. Katsuki is just about to refuse again when Denki speaks up.

“Ok so it’s agreed, you’ll ask Minnie to go with you to the Fair tomorrow while everyone’s prepping.”

“I never agreed to anythi–” Katsuki’s pole jerks suddenly and the reel spins quickly, stopping his sentence cold. He moves quickly to grab it and reel the fish in, a muttered “goddammit” under his breath.

Seems the fish agree. It’s not a bad idea.

Katsuki gets his chance to ask you out not even a week later. Tents are being set up on Friday afternoon and of course, you’re there to help put them up and get all the activities for the games at each stall put together.

He steps into your conversation with Pierre in  just the right amount of time before the man can start bragging and passive aggressively hinting about you not going against him in the Grange. You’re smiling—fake smiling Katsuki notes— as Pierre goes on and on about it.

“Have I been living under a rock or has Pierre always been insufferable?”

Katsuki stifles a chuckle as you give Pierre the stink eye.

“He takes this shit seriously. Like he’s gotta prove that his crops are the best because of Joja,” Katsuki explains.

He watches your sneer drop instantly at that, curiosity and concern overtaking you.

“What do you mean?” you ask, pulling your brows together and cocking your head.

“This is the only time people from out of town come to Pelican Town to get a look at all the displays.  He’s hoping it’ll bring in some outside business,” he says, moving to stand closer to you.

“Oh…” you say in a tiny voice as you watch Pierre.

You’re so sympathetic and gentle, can’t help feeling bad for others even when they annoy you. Katsuki’s slightly grateful for that. Hell if you weren’t this way there’s no way he’d be twisting his fingers together nervously while trying to ask you to go to this stupid fucking Fair with him.

“I guess I didn’t think about it like that,” you say sadly.

Again that guilty look creeps back onto your face, god he hates when you look like that. It’s like a bad toothache watching you torture yourself.  Katsuki raises a hand to pat your head gently.

“Eh don’t worry about it. The guy can be pretty annoyin’ about it too, even if he does have somethin’ to prove,” he says shrugging.

The guilty expression is gone and replaced with a tiny smirk, a hint of an upward curve on your lip and his heart is doing leaps and bounds inside his chest. Now’s his chance. He should ask now that there’s a lull in the conversation. You’re comfortable, his hand is still resting on top of your head casually, he can do this. Just ask.

“So uhh…” he starts and the words get caught in his throat.

Fucking stupid.

You raise an eyebrow and cock your head, waiting for him to finish his statement. He struggles, like he has to cough up the words to dislodge them. It shouldn’t be this fucking hard! He’s a grown man you’re a grown woman, for fucks sake he should just ask you already!

He takes a deep breath and before he can say anything you cut him off.

“I’m excited. I haven't been to the Stardew Fair since I was a kid,” you reply beaming up at him.

He blushes. Fuck, you know he’s gonna ask you to this. You have to know. Damn you for being so godamn inquisitive all the fucking time.

“They do the same thing every year. It’s nothin’ special,” he grumbles folding his arms over his chest.

Shit. He shouldn’t have downplayed your excitement like that. He winces, immediate regret washing over him and in the midst of it, you giggle.

“Well it’ll be special to me. My first one since leaving. I wonder if everything’s the same as it used to be when I was a kid. It’ll be nice to wander around,” you reply almost dreamily.

Fucking hell. This is torture. How do people do this shit on the regular? He only stares at you, watching your far off gaze as you watch Shouta and Jodi's oldest son Sam, pitch another one of the red and white tents. It's quiet for far too long and just as the moment is slipping into awkwardness you sigh and turn to him.

“So are you gonna ask me out or do I have to write you a script?” you say putting a hand on your hip.

He sputters, face turning beet red and hot.  “Wha- I wasn’t- who the hell do yo-”

“I’d say yes, you know. If you asked I’d accept, if that's what you’re worried about. But I can't accept unless you man up and ask me,” you say the last part with a teasing grin, put your hand on his chest and he takes a sharp breath.

He blows air out of his nostrils in a vapor that floats away in wisps.  All of his nervousness hisses out of him like a balloon under your touch and he focuses on the feeling of your hand on his chest. You smile and get so close he can feel your warm breath on his  face.

Then he licks his lips and says in a low gentle voice, “Wanna go with me to this thing?”

You quickly look at his lips and then up to his eyes and even though Katsuki heard you say you would accept if he asked he’s still relieved when he hears your answer.

“I’d love to.”

This is happening. A date with Katsuki. Your first date with Katsuki. If you were back in the city, you’d have spent hours shopping getting your nails done, having your hair straightened, picking the perfect outfit for some lamo who was just trying to get in your pants for the night.

But everything about this is so different from what you used to do. Your fingernails are clean but your hands are calloused from the work on the farm. You’re not in your everyday clothes, instead thinking you should dress up at least a bit. You’d spotted a beautiful long dress with long puffy sleeves and flowers the color of autumn embroidered up the side in one of the little boutiques a few weeks back. This would be the perfect time to wear it.

Instead of spending hours straightening your hair, you undo your normal two braids and let it fall and frame your face. The finishing touches are a flower nestled right above your ear in your hair and a bit of lip gloss.

“How do I look?” you ask Frenchie who’s wagging his tail and watching you intently from the doorway of the bathroom. He’s panting happily, the big goofy grin you love plastered on his slobbering face. You smile big at him and he barks when you give a little spin in front of him.

The work– or lack thereof– pays off when Katsuki comes to pick you up and quickly drops his eyes to the floor nervously when he sees you. You smirk and try to lighten the mood again.

“It’s ok, you can say I look pretty,” you say, grabbing the ends of your dress and twirling in front of him.

You giggle when he clears his throat and mutters something along the lines of “S’pretty I guess” under his breath.

The festival is extremely nostalgic. Smells of spiced cider, wet leaves, bon fires, and grilled food fill the air. It’s a chilly day but the sun is out and warms you. The sky is pretty clear with only a  few big fluffy clouds as they move lazily across the sky. Ringing bells and pops of the string from the slingshot game sound in the area. People are laughing and chattering. Today seems to be the only day people want to ignore the empty shops, closed down because of Joja Mart.

The long dress and boots you’re wearing match Katsuki’s red flannel and jeans and you realize you both look like an actual couple. It makes you shiver in excitement next to him as the two of you arrive at the red and white tents and stalls of fish and produce together. Your arm is hooked under his and you try to smile up at him to let him know you’re happy to be here with him but your smile stutters when you see him looking straight ahead.  He looks lost in thought.

Is he worried about something?

You blink and tug on the sleeve of his shirt. He turns to look at you–finally–and you smile and nod your head at the Strength test.

“Wanna test your strength?” you challenge and the light in his eyes shine again.

“You think I’ll fail or somethin’?” he tuts,  raising an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t know, I heard it was pretty tough,” you say walking toward the stall and giving him a goofy grin over your shoulder.

He growls but hurries after you as you skip over to the Smashing Stone. To say that Katsuki is fucking hot when he tightens his fists around the heavy mallet and flexes his muscles as he readies himself is an understatement.  He’s glistening in the sun when he raises his arms over his head, the bulging muscles of his back stretching as he steadies himself in front of the stone.

Although it looks like it should be extremely heavy to hold the mallet above his head, Katsuki makes it look like it’s a sack of feathers he’s lifting. You swallow loudly and nibble on the inside of your cheek. You were not expecting this little game to make you hot and bothered but here you are.

A few fantasies of watching Katsuki heave heavy sacks of seeds across the farm, shirtless, sweating, and glistening like some stupid country greek god fill your mind. It’s stupid but you almost bite down on your lips so hard it bleeds as you imagine him coming over to grab a glass of lemonade from you, tapping your chin and grinning sensually at you to thank you.

The ringing bell signifying Katsuki as the winner breaks into your daydreams and as Katsuki takes his token, that “I told ya so” smile is on his face again. For the first time though, you’re not annoyed by it, in fact, it only makes him look hotter.

You and Katsuki continue going from tent to tent playing the games the Fair has to offer. He absolutely knocks it out of the park at the slingshot game and wins a crap ton of tokens which you try–and fail–not to be jealous of. You do manage to do way better than him at the fishing game and he pouts and tries to ask you the secret.

“It’s called skill. There’s no secret,” you tease and he grumbles in protest.

Katsuki listens to you giddly point out things at each stall for the Grange display. Willy’s display is your favorite, his catch of fish is impressive and he looks proud to show them off and explain the different types of fish he caught and what lures he used. You listen intently, asking questions and smiling as Katsuki stands idly by watching, the groups of outsiders filter into the town and gaze at Pierre’s produce. He seems distracted and it worries you a bit but you drop your hand to twist it into his and keep moving to explore the rest of the displays.

Pierre wins first place and although he spends a long time giving a very non humble speech, you’re happy for him. It’ll definitely do the town some good for its general store owner to win the Grange Display.  You take a minute to watch as people bustle from different stalls. Some have brought their children. A little boy runs past with a Burger, no doubt from Gus the other cook at Toshi’s Saloon, in his chubby fist. He’s happily chirping to the girl he’s chasing after about how good it is and how she should try it.

You smile, it’s a good day. You’re happy and enjoying yourself and it’s the first time in a very long time that you aren’t thinking about the grief. It’s still there, just dormant and allowing you a single day of sunshine, like one stray gray cloud in a perfect blue sky. Again you glance up at Katsuki, wanting to share your glee with him. He’s the reason the day has been this great and he should know it, but when you look at him he doesn’t look happy.

Katsuki’s stare is far away as the two of you make your way to the square.  A tiny stage has been set up for a band to perform and you and Katsuki find a small round table to sit and watch the performance as the sun starts to set. His eyebrows are pulled together as he pulls the chair out for you to sit. His lips are pressed in a straight line and you’re starting to think maybe you got the wrong idea.

What do you do? Do you cut the date short? Maybe this isn’t a date? Maybe he is bored with you. Maybe he changed his mind about this whole thing.

“Would ya quit it. S’goin on with you?”

Katsuki’s hand is over yours on the table holding it tightly as he glares at you.  You blink as he tears you out of your inner thoughts.

“Huh?” you stammer. Your leg is bouncing nervously, you’re biting the inside of your cheek as you twiddle your fingers, a portrait of nerves.

“Wanna explain why you’re more jittery than a spooked horse?” he grumbles, looking pointedly at your twitching leg.

You blink again and his hand squeezes yours, a hint of concern in his eyes.

“I’m not,” you reply, turning away from his piercing gaze. His stare feels as hot as the sun and for some reason it makes you want to cry in frustration.

“Don’t lie to me,” he commands. When he says it, he’s serious, so serious that he grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger and makes you look at him when he says it.

Your lips part a bit and your eyes grow wide, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. It was such a good day but maybe… maybe it was only a good day for you.

“I… I was just worried you weren’t...enjoying this. Because I am! But…but if you’re not we don’t have to keep… I mean you can go if you want, you don’t have to stay here with me, I can find a ride home and….” your voice catches and you tear your eyes away from him to look at the ground.

He puts a finger to your lips to shush you gently yet his eyes never break the intensity.

“M’sorry,” he mutters.

He’s getting better at apologizing. He sounds remorseful and he lets out a long breath before he continues. “Nothing’s wrong, I like bein’ here with you. Just thinkin about a lot of shit.”

You tilt your head and move in closer. “Like what? What’s wrong?” you ask, concern oozing from you.

“Nothin’s wrong,” he repeats but this time he squeezes your hand again and says “Promise.”

He stares at you a while and you’re about to argue but the band strikes up a familiar tune and both you and Katsuki look in the direction of the stage.

“Oh I love this song.”

“Fuck, this goddamn song.”

You watch as Katsuki drops your chin and rolls his eyes and just like that, the comfortable atmosphere is  back. You feel better knowing that he is at least having a good time.

His taste in music though? Insulting.

“What?!? How can you hate this song? It’s instant happiness!” you say in a high pitched shriek, throwing a hand to your chest in mock surprise.

Katsuki folds his arms over his chest. “It’s overplayed,” he states simply.

“Pft I can’t believe this. You call yourself a country man and you hate the one song that literally says ‘thank God I’m a country boy’. A shame ,” you snort, shaking your head and smirking at him.

He tilts his nose in the air and pouts his lips. “I can’t help that everyone else has shitty taste in music.”

“Shitty taste?!?” you squeal again and you chuckle when he shushes you as people look over to your table in curiosity.

Suddenly, an idea sparks as the crowd claps along to the beat and the band  wraps up the song. People laugh and cheer at the end and you quickly turn to Katsuki with an outstretched hand.

“We’ll see about that. Gimme five gold.”

“What?” He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“Please?”

You know what that does to him. It has him wrapped around your finger and as you watch his lips twitch and his back stiffen the same way it always does when you beg him, you smile to yourself. You shake your hand in front of him again, urging him to hurry as he sighs in defeat pulls five gold from his pocket and hands it to you.

“Thanks!” you say as you get up and skip over to the guitarist on stage.

You whisper a song request and hand him the five gold before chuckling and adding on “Can you dedicate it to ‘A very grumpy Katsuki Bakugo.’”

When you’re skipping back over to Katsuki, he’s staring at you with squinty eyes.

“The hell are you up to?” he asks apprehensively.

You only give him a shit eating grin as the band starts the song.

“This is dedicated to a very grumpy Katsuki Bakugo from a special lady,” the guitarist says with a big smile.

The song starts, the crowd laughs and Katsuki turns beet red before he’s growling at you. “You’re gonna pay for that,” he says through his teeth.

You giggle again and his snarl softens and he rolls his eyes, the threat becoming empty.

As the lead singer starts the lyrics, you sway back and forth, letting the music consume you. It’s such a good song, perfect for the situation also.

They paved paradise

Put up a parking lot.

You reach a hand out to Katsuki who’s still sitting in his seat watching you sway to the music. There’s a small dance floor set up in the middle of the square and a few couples have pulled their partners out into the crowd to dance together.

“Come dance with me. It’s physically impossible to hate this song,” you say to him.

Katsuki looks at your hand and then at the crowd of people on the dance floor. He looks nervous and the twinge of blush from earlier hasn’t left his face. He shakes his head in dismay.

“Not a chance in hell, Sweetheart. I don’t dance,” he says and crosses his arms and legs for good measure.

You move closer to him, kneeing his legs apart to stand between them. You tower over him, peering into his eyes as you move closer.  This is definitely the most flirty you’ve been with him, but there’s no way you’re not gonna dance to this song. Plus, he needs to lighten up and you did dedicate this song to him.

You lean down slowly so your foreheads are almost touching, you never break his gaze and you can hear him intake a sharp breath as you move closer to him. He licks his lips, eyes flicking to your lips before he stares stubbornly into your eyes.

In a voice as sultry and soft as you can muster you smirk and whisper, “Please Katsuki?”

You know what you’re doing and as you suspected he doesn’t stand a chance. His eyes widen for just a second before he frowns, rolls his eyes, releases the nervous breath he was holding and relents by standing quickly and pulling you to the dance floor by the wrist.

Katsuki is so awkward it’s almost adorable. He stands in the group of people as you dance and twirl around him. He wasn’t joking, he doesn’t dance, but his eyes never leave you as you hop and sway your hips, smiling and singing along to the tune. He’s not frowning, in fact he looks happy just to be watching you enjoy yourself, albeit a bit uncomfortable.

He relaxes however when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer to him. He melds into your body almost instantly and the hint of a smile is on his face when he drops his hand to grab your waist and hold you tightly.

“Don’t it always seem to go, That you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone,” you sing to him and somehow, it feels like it means more.

His eyes light up and he starts to rock back and forth with you.  You remember the way he complimented your voice in the cellar and it brings heat to your cheeks. His eyes close as the two of you continue to rock together and you sing to him. He breathes deeply, in and out like he’s calm, like nothing else matters but the sound of your voice.

You realize for the first time today it looks like he’s having fun, like all he needed was to be this close to you. In your arms it’s like he’s accepted something and that makes your heart thump loudly as the song comes to a close.

The last of the lyrics play and as you sing them and end the song, a bubble of joy bursts from you and you giggle a hearty eye-squeezing laugh. When you open your eyes, Katsuki is staring at you. It’s different from anytime he’s stared at you before, even different from the way he looked at you in the cellar.

Your breathing increases and you lean into him, his warm breath tickling your nose. Slowly he cups your face, wraps his muscular arm tighter around the small of your back so your tits are pressed against his chest. His palm feels rough against your cheek. His arm is strong, protective, and possessive.

His eyes burn into yours. It’s like he’s trying to tell you something. It sits on the tip of his tongue but he doesn’t say it. You’re not sure what it is but you can feel it in his touch, the way his gaze reaches out, like cutting through the brush and spiny bushes for one single touch.

You rise up on the tips of your toes. He’s so much taller than you, he always feels lightyears away, but right now in the expanse of this small moment the two of you have created, he’s attainable. As his silent gaze is reaching out for you, you are there to accept him and pull him into you.

He leans down, fingers tangled in the loose strands of your hair. He pushes them away to have an unobstructed view of your beauty. Your lips part, you taste his breath, just as you did in the cellar. But now there’s nothing to stop you. Now there’s no uncertainty, no wavering resolve in the idea of giving a piece of yourself to him. Not all, obviously, but a little piece is enough.

He licks his lips, and closes the distance and then…everything is perfect.

Kissing Katsuki is an experience, it’s not just an action. He’s always so closed off but right now, as his lips slot roughly against yours, you can tell how much he’s wanted this. How much he’s wanted you. Despite being a tad rough, he’s still hesitant, afraid to give you his all. It’s understandable, you feel the same.

In this moment, you’ll take what you can get from him. So you open your lips ever so slightly, and flick your tongue against his bottom lip. An experimental little action you’ve grown quite fond of. He accepts, a simple grunt simmering in his chest as he parts his lips and flicks his tongue against yours.

So many things are said through the connection of your lips though no words are spoken. You allow your feelings to bleed into the motion, soft and tender yet hungry and passionate. Your heart is like a galloping horse across rolling hills and it coasts to a stop when you pull away from him and see the way his eyes are low and his kiss bruised lips are pulled into smirk almost as if he’s just won a prize.

His thumb gently rubs over the apple of your cheek and he continues staring at you, crimson irises persuading heat to your core. You bite your lip and he finally speaks.

“Come over for dinner.”

You blink. Surely you thought he would ask you to go back to his place for...something else.

“Huh?” you say dumbfounded.

He snorts a wily grin on his face. “Got yer mind in the gutter? What’d you think I was gonna say?”

You gasp and then roll your eyes and try to pull away from him to hide your embarrassment.

“Shut up,” you seethe.

As you try to pull away his grip on you tightens, his hand drops away from your face, the arm around your back pulls you closer and his fingers dig into your waist. The determination in his eyes burns through you and for a second your body melts into his will because he’s  intimidatingly gorgeous.

He bends down to purr in your ear, in a gravely deep tone that moves through your entire body and makes your legs wobbly. “C’mon Sweetheart. Just say yes.”

“O...ok,” you stammer dumbfounded.

He smirks again, intertwining his fingers through yours as he places a quick kiss on your knuckles then pulls you away.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

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Thank you for reading!

[kristal]

As a weather autist, this honestly is the worst fucking thing as the NOAA, NWS and it's many divisions do a lot more than "oogabooga global warming" that these guys are harping about. They monitor:

- severe weather. I'm sure a lot of people in those "bumb fuck republican states" appreciate their Tornado warnings and constant monitoring of severe weather. (Their radars make me envious ,bc ours in Canada are shit AND private/monetized like what project 2025 wants. Yippee!). Anybody who's lived through severe tornado outbreaks (2011 anyone?) Can confirm that the NSW are needed.

- space weather : their space division is monitoring our sun and gave us a good 3-4 day heads up on major class V solar flares. Either so we get a wicked lightshow at nighy like we did in late May, and to give us time to prepare and *mitigate* damage to the grid.

- hurricanes and storm predictions: top tier, 10/10 systems they got, and constant monitoring. As soon as they think a storm is coming from Africa or from the Pacific. theyre on it and watching it from day 1. Doesn't matter if it hits the US or not, they're watching and are informing everyone in it's path. This also includes winter weather too (like Noreasters), sudden derechos, and other potentially dangerous weather.

All it takes is a severe weather event to fuck up one of these old fart's portfolios or homes, and then they'll understand why the NSW and NOAA is needed. As so much of the mid-western parts of the USA are on a skeleton crew and at best, and some have *0* radars. So tornados and derechos are now a surprise.

Reminder: the companies and political entities pushing Project 2025 have addresses and go out to lunch a lot and should never eat a spitless meal for the rest of their lives.

Practice bagpipes outside their secure compounds.

Follow them around ringing a bell wherever they go.

If they are going to be farcically evil, be Animaniacally good. Be the definition of chaotic justice.

Also, vote. It might just kick the ball down the road a bit, but that gives people more time to organize a concerted resistance (in no way on any social media platform) to the fascist creep happening in America. It is possible to take this country from the bastards who control it, it will take work, effort, and occasionally going offline and talking to humans though.

[jessource]

sentence starters: emails i can’t send.

rp sentence starters from sabrina carpenter’s, emails i can’t send.  ( part one )

emails i can’t send.

“it’s times like these, wish i had a time machine.”

“at 10:15, were you really asleep?”

“were you lying to me and the family?”

“there’s no ‘us’ in us when i’m lackin’ trust.”

“you disgust me.”

“don’t make me cuss you out.”

“why’d you let me down?”

“don’t say sorry now.”

“thanks to you i, i can’t love right.”

“they’re havin’ sex right now.”

“scared i’ll find out that it’s true.”

“i blame you for every worst that i assume.”

“when i’m fourty-five, someone calls me their wife.”

“and (he/she/they) fucks our lives in one selfish night.”

“don’t think i’ll find forgiveness as fast as mom did.”

“god, i love you, but you’re such a dipshit.”

“please fuckin’ fix this.”

“you were all i looked up to.”

“now i can’t even look at you.”

“i mean, as they say in chicago, ‘he had it comin’.”

vicious.

“one year, ten thousand bad moments.”

“i tried to look for the best in the worst. but like, fuck me, that caused a commotion.”

“you’re lucky i’m a private person.”

“i’ve quietly carried your burden.”

“everyone thinks you’re an angel, but shit i would probably use different wording.”

“you’re so vicious. love me, then pretend you didn’t.”

“why you gotta be so vicious?”

“crush my heart and wreck my image.”

“you like a certain type of woman.”

“you just run to whoever is winning.”

“it was me and you for life, now you’re kinda acting like i died.”

“love me, then pretend you didnt.”

“half of me just can’t resist it.”

“you don’t feel remorse, you don’t feel the effects.”

“you don’t think you hurt me if you wish me the best.”

“i shoulda known all along, i was only the next one.”

“i loved you but i wish i didn’t.”

read your mind.

“you gotta be lonely.”

“say it’s hard, but you make it look easy.”

“i’m trying to live in reality.”

“tryna ease the tension.”

“you got me stressing.”

“tell me that you miss me in your life.”

“i can’t read your mind.”

“you say that you need to be alone. but night and day want me at your beck and call.”

“you might be crossing a line.”

“wasting all our time to think that we could be casual.”

“you’re not my friend.”

“why the fuss if you say you just wanna be mine?”

“tell me what’s gonna happen when it’s you and me in a room but you know you can’t have it.”

“i’ll be laughing when you say you really have changed.”

“did i get the message in the way you intended?”

tornado warnings.

“we were never in the park.”

“ignoring tornado warnings.”

“he didn’t hold me in his arms.”

“we didn’t stumble over the pages of our relationship arc.”

“i want you there sometimes.”

“i guess maybe that’s why i’m lying to my therapist.”

“i keep saying things like, ‘i never saw him and we never kisssed.’”

“if he doesn’t see it, then maybe it doesn’t exist.”

“i think he’s onto me.”

“i deserve an hour in a week to focus on my thoughts not so obsessed with yours. i can’t hear myself speak.”

“sometimes i wish i kept some of my feelings in the basement so i’d still have some left.”

“you drive me crazy.”

“that’s not gonna stop me.”

“you call me ‘baby’”

because i liked a boy.

“i said i wanted thin mints.”

“you said you knew a guy.”

“stars in your eyes.”

“who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless.”

“we bonded over black eyed peas and complicated exes.”

“fell so deeply into it. it was all so innocent.”

“now i’m a homewrecker.”

“i’m a slut.”

“i got death threats fillin’ up semi-trucks.”

“all because i liked—”

“i’m the hot topic on your tongue.”

“i’m a rebound.”

“tell me who i am.”

“guess i don’t have a choice.”

“all because i liked a boy.”

“i’m not catastrophizing.”

“everything’s derailing.”

“was only trynna hold you close while your heart was failing.”

“just two kids going through it.”

“you said i’m too late to be your first love.”

“but i’ll always be your favourite.”

“no, i wouldn’t recommend it.”

already over.

“we been talkin' for hours ‘bout how we shouldn’t talk for hours on end.”

“kissin’ after a conversation about how we’d probably be better off as friends.”

“same time here next weekend.”

“say we won’t do this again.”

“i say i’m done, but i’m still confused.”

“how am i supposed to close the door when i still need the closure?”

“i changed my mind.”

“but it’s still on you.”

“how am i supposed to leave you now that you’re already over?”

“selfishly, don’t wanna give you time to be on someone else’s lips.”

“i’ll take three short hours over three long weeks.”

“pretendin’ like we don’t exist.”

“i like my bed, but it likes you too.”