#prompt: thunderstorm

[devilander]

rain falls in love

homelander x gn reader. fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of past abuse

Cozy Corner Domaystic: Thunderstorm

You were a light sleeper. Even minor disturbances would wake you instantly; your cat meowing, a neighborhood’s TV turned on, cars passing through the street. Whenever Homelander and you slept together you couldn't help but be slightly envious of how he could turn off the whole world—he slept like a stone, slept like the dead. 

Today, though, you doubted many could sleep through the thunderstorm that split New York’s sky. Each thunder louder than the other, sequences of lightning turning the apartment clear as day. And, courtesy of your boyfriend's gigantic windows, you felt enclosed in the roar of the night. 

For some, it could be an entertaining spectacle; nature's power a soothing balm, a way to make you contemplate how much of your worries were small and ephemeral—in the end, there was only the earth and the rain. 

You could, in theory, see the poetry of it. But all you felt was an overwhelming fear. The loud noises reminded you of your father's booming voice, the cracking of electricity too similar to his heavy hands landing on you. 

John was away, having left a week ago in some undisclosed mission. Undisclosed to the public, of course, because he told you in detail how, actually, he was going to take part in a non-authorized invasion of a terrorist cell. Or so he called it. 

You were alone. Only you and the storm and Popsicle purring in your lap, indifferent to his surroundings. 

After another furious thunder nearly frightening you to death, you decided to call John. Tears streamed down your face and you felt ridiculous—it’s only rain. And yet. 

He probably wouldn't pick up. If he did, he'd be too busy, what could he do?

In the first ring, however, he answered. “Hello, sweet face. Awake at this hour?”

“Oh, it's nothing.” You tried to disguise your sniffles, suddenly beyond embarrassed. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Silence, and then—

“Is it the storm, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yeah. I can't sleep, it keeps reminding me of… you know. I'm sorry for bothering you.”

“Don't you ever apologize to me for that, ever,” he retorted, voice tinged with anger, though you knew it wasn't aimed at you. 

“Can we—” Another thunder, and this time you yelped, scaring Popsicle so that he ran to hide under the bed. “God, I hate this,” you whimpered. “I just want you here. I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, you precious thing. Fuck, this is bullshit. A fucking week here and we accomplished shit. They sent me the most incompetent team of motherfuckers, I'm up my ass with their whining and ‘but sir, mister Edgar said we should be cautious’.”

You laughed. “Sounds like a trifle.”

“Ugh, fucking tell me about it. A week without you for this bullshit. Y’know what, I'm out. Hold on there, honey, I'll be with you in a moment.” 

And he hung up. And the storm raged on, but you felt a giddy warmness settling on you. 

Not before long, he barged in, completely wet, but you couldn't care less. You ran to his arms, letting the raindrops seep through your clothes as tangible proof of his devotion. 

“You didn't need to come.”

“Ah, but I promised, didn't I? I'll be with you anytime you need me, and you need me now, don't you?”

You giggled, forgetting all about the fears. It was washed over. “I do. And you need a hot bath.”

“Hmph. You too, little baby. C’mon, join me.”

You sat behind him in the tub, washing his hair, enjoying every second of this quiet moment. He moaned at the contact and squeezed your thigh as it circled his waist. 

If the storm was a demonstration of nature's power, John was both its likeness and antithesis—he himself was a force to be reckoned with, an amalgamation of sheer strength and might. Created by men, but a victim of them. You could understand that, quite intimately.

He gave you security in his power, and you gave him peace in your tenderness—the value of a whisper to a snowbank. 

“John,” you whispered. “I love you. I'll keep you forever, because you belong to me and I to you. Will you let me?”

You felt, more than you saw, his deep breath, swallowing back tears you knew were spilling down his cheeks. You didn't care what they said, what he did looking back in anger, because this was the only truth. 

“Yeah…” He choked up, but soldiered on. “Yeah, my love. I'm never letting you go. I fucking love you to pieces.”

As you lay in bed together you decided—in the end, there was only he and you. 

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 11 - Thunderstorm

Bawk to our regularly scheduled programming

[dindjarindiaries]

When It Rains, It Pours

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompts: “Just breathe, it’ll be over soon.” and “I’m sorry—.” “No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.”

main masterlist • prompt masterlist

"Cyar'ika?"

Din's voice draws you out of your slumber. Once you gather your bearings, you smile at the sight of Din's face and raise a hand to hold his cheek. "Hey."

Your thumb brushes just under his eye, and in doing so, you notice the lack of a sparkle in his dark gaze. The shaking of his hand that's still on your shoulder tells a frightening story. The concern drips into your tone as you give him a quick once-over.

"Hey." You hold his face with both hands, one of your thumbs lowering to run over his trembling lips. "What is it?"

Din's gaze averts yours. Instead, he turns his attention to the viewport on the opposite side of your room. His voice is quiet when he answers. "There's a storm."

You take a moment to listen for it. Sure enough, the rain is pounding onto the roof above your heads, and a distant roll of thunder makes Din's grip on your shoulder tighten for a moment. This is a rare occurrence for Nevarro, and for Din, it's a frightening one. You try to win back his gaze with another brush of your thumb over his lips. "Are you okay?"

Din hesitates, the breath he holds visible in the stalling of his scarred chest. When his gaze meets yours, his honesty wins out, and he gives his head a small shake. Your chest aches with the way your heart's shattered.

You don't need an explanation from him, nor would you ever ask for one. Thunder can sound like explosions, and explosions can bring Din back to many traumatic moments—but mostly the one that terrifies his inner child.

"Here, let's get some lights on." You sit up in the bed and lean over to the table on your side, pressing the button that activates the warm lamps throughout the room. Din's since taken a hold of one of your hands between his and you let him keep it there. "How about some tea?"

Din nods and watches as his thumb brushes over the back of your hand. "Yeah."

You smile at him. "Great." You take your hand from him only to make your way out of the bed. Din's tunic on your figure has already made you decent as you walk around the bed to his side. You take him by the hand to lead him out into the living area of your cabin. "I just picked up a new blend from the bazaar."

"That sounds—," Din starts, cutting himself short when a particularly loud roll of thunder interrupts him. He squeezes your hand and forces himself to take a deep breath. "Great. That sounds great."

You smile at his bravery as you begin to heat the water and set out two cups for each of you. "And you know what?" Once everything's set out, you turn back to Din and wrap your arms around his neck. He steadies himself with his hands on your waist. "I think you're doing great."

You urge him to lower his head to your shoulder, getting a quick kiss in on his cheek before he does so. When there's another crash of thunder, one that makes the cabin shake, Din pulls you tight enough against himself to make you lose your breath for a moment. He loosens the grasp, but still keeps it tighter than before.

"Just breathe," you say, your voice a soft and sweet breath. Your cheek presses against the side of his head as you run your hand over his back. "It'll be over soon."

After a long moment of silence, Din speaks up, his voice muffled by the tunic on your shoulder. "I was a child," he reflects. "You would think I could deal with this, now."

You lift his face from your shoulder to hold it between his hands, making him face you and the comfort of your gaze. "If only it were that easy." You smile and run your knuckles along his cheek, tracing the fading outline of a scar from many years ago on this same planet. "You're already a hero, Din. You don't have to keep proving that."

Din's face starts to flush as he looks down in shyness. "Thank you." His brow wrinkles when he gains the faith to search your gaze again. "I know I woke you up. I'm sorry—."

"No, don't be sorry." Your hand runs through the hair at the side of his head. "It's not your fault." You shake your head at him. "You can't help it."

Din looks as if he's preparing to argue, but the sound of the water boiling from behind you stops him. You step away from Din to remove it from heat and fill your cups with the prepped tea spices. Once you've handed Din yours, you hop up onto the counter and hold yours between your hands.

"Now, we have a few options," you present to him. Din makes room for himself between your knees, his hips resting against the edge of the counter as he raises an eyebrow at you. "We can sit here and drink our tea in silence if that's what'll help you, or I can talk you through it." You brush a piece of hair out of Din's face. "Or... once we're done with our tea..." your thumb finds his lips once again, "I can kiss you back to sleep."

Din chuckles and dares to lift the steaming cup of tea towards his lips. "The latter two options sound very enticing."

You smile as he sips from his cup and lets his brow loosen in relaxation. "Yeah?"

Din reaches up to make your forehead meet his own. "Yeah." He takes a deep breath and manages a genuine smile for you. "Thank you, cyar'ika."

You brush your fingers along his untrimmed chin. "You never have to thank me, Din." You draw him closer until you taste the new tea blend from him, an exchange of trust, love, and comfort that goes beyond words.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 116

Geralt wakes up one stormy night to the scent of his bard's distress. His eyes snap open, and he instinctively reaches for a dagger, but is stopped when he can't move his arms. He glances to the side and sure enough, his bard is clinging to him. Jaskier has his eyes scrunched close, and his mouth is in a pouty frown. Geralt sighs a bit, and curls his free arm over and around Jaskier, cuddling him closer. Perhaps it was a bad dream. Geralt sniffs the air and nods to himself. "It'll rain soon." Jaskier whips his head over to him with horror. "RAIN!? RAIN!? I just did my hair, and this is one of my best doublets, and-" "We'll be inside by then." "Oh thank gods, Geralt." Geralt and Jaskier are traveling a very windy day, clouds begin crowding above them, darkening the sky. Jaskier has been on edge since he woke up to the harsh winds, but Geralt had just assumed he was cold and worried for his hair. But then lightning flashes in the distance, and Jaskier honest-to-gods yelps in fright. That's when Geralt finally figures it out. His bard is afraid of storms.

[wisteria-whump]

it's spring so i have to remind everybody that you can and maybe should make your characters afraid of thunderstorms!!

[itzsparklingruby]

Thunderstorm

Summary: Lucas Aleksy is at Makisig Hari's house when a thunderstorm hits.

Word count: 2306

Characters: Lucas Aleksy (he/him), Makisig Hari (he/ze/they) and Alessia Katarzyna (she/her).

Lucas Aleksy will sometimes speak in Polish while Makisig Hari will sometimes speak in Filipino.

Credits to @unboundprompts for some of the descriptions for the panic attack.

WARNING!!! THIS CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF A PANIC ATTACK!!! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Saturday, July 31st, 2077

22:00

Kraneshaftwick, Etinilia

At Hari's apartment:

It's a rainy day in Etinilia, but it seems like a thunderstorm is coming soon. Makisig Hari and Lucas Aleksy are playing Wild Ones in Hari’s bedroom.

“Ha! I win!” Aleksy says excitedly.

“Heh, good game.” Makisig says. “What's your secret?” ze asks.

“I'll never tell you~” Lucas says teasingly.

Then, they both hear rain falling on the window.

“Huh?” Hari asks. “Seems like the rain is picking up.” he adds.

They get up, look outside and see that it started raining hard with strong winds.

“Yeah, I think it's best you stay here until the rain lowers, I don't want you to get sick.” they say.

“Oh.” Aleksy says as his cheeks turn red. “T-Thanks Hari.” he adds nervously.

Makisig gives him a warm smile, and Lucas blushes.

At that moment, lightning strikes loudly. Hari walks away from the window, while Aleksy covers his ears.

“Okay then, maybe you should stay for the night.” Makisig says.

They were happy to stay with Lucas, so that thunderstorm gave them a good reason to ask his friend to stay.

“A-Alright, this is f-fine, i-it's fine.” Aleksy says, slightly panicked.

Hari turns around and sees Lucas covering his ears.

“Lucas?” ze says, with a worried look on their face.

He doesn't answer, and just stays there, looking terrified as he sweats buckets. Tears fall down from his eyes as he covers his ears. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears, beating like a panicked drum to the rhythm of his fear.

Makisig looks at him, approaches the bed slowly, and sits in front of him.

“Hey, you're safe, I'm here.” ze says calmly.

Then, an even louder strike of lightning hits. More tears fall down from Aleksy’s face as he gasps for air, but each breath felt shallower than the last. His mind was running at a million miles a second, but he couldn't pinpoint a single thought.

Hari stays there, trying to think of what to do to calm his friend down. He had experienced panic attacks before, so he had an idea of what to do to help.

“Try to do what I'm doing.” Makisig starts calmly. “Breathe in,” ze says calmly as ze breathes in. “Breathe out.” ze adds as ze breathes out.

Aleksy started to breathe in and out, though his breath was still a little agitated. Lightning keeps striking, which makes it hard for him to fully calm down.

“Concentrate on your breathing, you can get through this.” Hari says calmly.

Lucas keeps breathing in and out sleep slowly, his breath slowly coming back to normal. He was slowly calming down, but the fear was still present.

“You're doing great.” Makisig says calmly.

Aleksy’s breath slowly becomes normal again, though he's still a bit agitated. He slowly raises his head and looks at his friend, though his vision is a little blurry.

“Can you name five things that you can see?” Hari asks calmly.

“I see…” Lucas starts with a shaky breath as the turns his head and grabs his chest, keeping his left hand in his ear. “I see the curtains.” he adds, trying to catch his breath.

“Anything else?” Hari asks calmly.

Aleksy looks around slowly as another lighting strikes.

“I see the window, the d-door, the lamp, and…” he starts. “and the n-nightstand.” he adds with a shaky breath.

Makisig gives a warm smile.

“Good, that's good.” Hari says calmly. “Can I hold your hand?” ze asks calmly.

“Yeah… yeah.” Lucas accepts in a shaky voice as he extends his left hand.

Makisig holds Aleksy's hand, and he squeezes it hard, almost hurting his friend's hand. Lightning keeps striking, but it doesn't seem to bother Lucas anymore.

“Is there anything else you need?” Hari asks calmly.

“Cold water, please.” Aleksy says in a breathy voice.

“Alright, I'll be right back.” Makisig says as they let go of their friend's hand.

Ze leaves the room with the door open, and goes looking for water. Lucas stays in the room, breathing in and out, trying to calm himself down.

“I'm fine, I'm safe, Hari's here, I'm okay.” Aleksy tells himself.

His vision goes back to normal. He lets go of his chest, grabs his phone and opens it.

“Four missed calls from Alessia,” he thinks. “Might as well call,” he thinks.

He calls her, and she immediately answers.

“Lucas, how have you been lately?” she asks in a calm tone.

“Not good, I had a panic attack just now.” Lucas says, trying to catch his breath. “But don't worry, Hari helped me get through it.” he adds.

Katarzyna sighs of relief.

“Are you better now?” Katarzyna asks.

“Yeah, a little, they're looking for water right now.” Aleksy says, still trying to catch his breath.

“At least ze cares.” Alessia says. “Are you intending to return to your apartment?” she asks.

“Don't know, I'll ask if I could stay the night.” Lucas says, finally catching his breath.

“Well, if they say you can, then you better text me once you go to sleep, do you understand? I want to know if you're safe.” Katarzyna says.

“Yeah, I will.” Aleksy says. “You should break character more often, I like the real you better.” he adds.

“I-I cannot comprehend what you are talking about.” Alessia says nervously. “And even if I did, I would be unable to find the answer.” she adds in a more confident tone.

Lucas sighs in disappointment.

“Well, goodnight Alessia.” he says.

“See you in the morning.” Katarzyna says.

She hangs up. Aleksy looks at the door, and sees Hari standing there. The thunderstorm continues, but it isn't as bad as before.

“Hey, I got you water.” Makisig says as he approaches the bed and sits down in front of his friend.

“Oh, come in then.” Lucas says in a low voice.

“Here.” Hari says as they give the glass of water to their friend. The latter holds the glass with his two hands. “Is there anything else you need?” they ask.

“No, I'm fine.” Aleksy says as he takes a sip of water.

“How are you feeling?” Makisig asks calmly.

“A little sweaty, chest hurts a bit, and light headed.” Lucas responds. “My heart felt like it was gonna explode,” he adds.

“But you're okay, right?” Hari asks.

“Yeah, I'm better now.” Aleksy says.

He drinks more water and puts the glass on the nightstand.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Makisig asks calmly.

“Huh?” Lucas says, confused.

“About the panic attack.” Hari mentions. “Do you want to talk about it?” they ask.

“Can I…” Aleksy starts nervously. “Can I talk to you about my trauma from the war in general?” he asks. “Despite not knowing you for long, I trust you enough to tell you.” he adds.

Makisig blushes slightly after what his friend said.

“Of course, and I'm glad you trust me.” he says reassuringly.

Lucas grabs Hari's hand for comfort, as the latter blushes slightly.

“I…” Aleksy starts. “I've always been scared of lightning because of how loud it is, but it wasn't that bad,” he adds. “My fear became worse when Flomecia was attacked.” he adds as his breath becomes more agitated and tears start falling from his eyes.

“You don't have to keep going if you don't feel comfortable.” Hari says.

“I'm f-fine, I-I can keep going.” Lucas stutters.

He takes a deep breath before he continues speaking.

“Everything was on fire, everyone threw themselves into the water, but it didn't help at all! The thunderstorm made things worse, people were burning up alive and screaming their lungs out.” he says teary eyed. “If I were to describe it, it was like seeing Hell.” he adds.

Tears keep falling from his eyes, but he wipes them off. Makisig holds his hand tighter in reassurance.

“Mama's corpse was found while we were in the Flomecia refuge. I screamed my lungs out, because I didn't want to believe she was gone. But it was the truth, and I hated it. The worst part was, Tata was also dead.” Aleksy says teary eyed. “Alessia and I went from having over thirty family members in Itafacia, to five.” he adds teary eyed.

He takes a deep breath before continuing as he wipes his tears off.

“My friends and I had the chance to go to the Fraglavia Refuge for War Survivors, and we took it. We were safe there, but we were terrified.” he says as he keeps wiping tears off his eyes. “Thanks to Rosa and other therapists, we were able to get better. We all have PTSD, but it's manageable now. As for my panic attacks, I've learned how to manage them, but for some reason, this time was worse than usual.” he adds.

He lets go of Hari’s hand, and hugs them tightly. The latter being surprised and blushing, but accepting the hug.

The thunderstorm isn't as bad as it was before. Nevertheless, lightning keeps striking.

“Dziękuję, Hari, thank you for helping me through it, and also listening to me.” Lucas says softly as tears keep falling from his face.

Makisig smiles softly as they blush.

“You're my friend Lucas, of course I would help you.” they say softly.

“Aleksy, you can call me Aleksy if you want.” Aleksy says in a soft voice. “I trust you enough for you to call me that.” he adds.

Hari blushes slightly.

“In that case, you can call me Makisig, or even Maki for short.” ze says in a soft voice. “Still, thank you for telling this. I know it must have been hard, but you were brave doing so.” ze adds.

Lucas blushes a little bit.

They both let go of the hug.

“Umm… Makisig…” Aleksy starts nervously. “Can I stay here for the night? I feel safer when I'm around you.” he adds.

Makisig blushes a bit harder this time.

“Oh, s-sure, whatever makes you feel comfortable.” he says nervously. “You can borrow some of my clothes if you want.” he adds nervously.

Lucas blushes, hard.

“Are you sure? I-I can sleep with the ones I have.” he says nervously.

“It's fine really.” Hari mentions softly.

Aleksy blushes harder this time, and tries to cover his face.

“I-I'll take a shower, if you don't mind. I feel a little sweaty.” he says as he covers his face.

“‘Kay. I'll give you the clothes right now.” Makisig says as he stands up and goes to his closet to find some pyjamas.

“Aha! Here we go.” they say as they give a pair of pajamas to Lucas. “Just knock on the door before you enter cause I'm also gonna change into my pajamas.” they add.

Aleksy nods and goes to the bathroom. Hari closes the door of their room and changes. Once ze's done changing, ze looks at memes on zir phone. The thunderstorm keeps going, but it isn't as bad as when it started.

After twenty minutes, Lucas knocks on the door.

“Come in!” Hari says loudly.

Aleksy opens the door, and Makisig blushes hard upon seeing him.

“Y-You look… nice.” ze says nervously.

Lucas blushes after hearing that comment.

“Dzięki.” he says, embarrassed.

They both stay quiet for a bit before Hari breaks the silence.

“Well… I'll take the sofa while you take the bed.” they say as they walk towards the door.

As they walk outside, Aleksy grabs their hand, and the latter blushes.

“Umm… could you stay with me? Proszę? I feel safer around you.” Lucas says, embarrassed.

“To takie żenujące.” he thinks.

Makisig blushes, hard.

“If it makes you feel comfortable, sure, I-I'll stay with you tonight.” they say nervously.

“Kung panaginip man ito, ayoko nang magising.” they think.

They both let go of each other’s hands and both walk towards the bed. They grab the blankets and lay down on it. Aleksy turns off the lamp.

“Makisig?” he asks softly.

“Yeah?” Hari says.

“I want to thank you for everything tonight. You helped me though the panic attack, listened to me when I talked about my trauma, and let me stay here for the night.” Lucas says softly. “So, thank you.” he adds.

Makisig smiles at him.

“There's no need to thank me Aleksy, I'm your friend, so it's natural that I would want to help you.” they say softly.

Aleksy smiles softly.

“Dziękuję, Makisig.” he says softly.

He closes his eyes to try to sleep.

Hari stares at him softly.

“Paano naging ganito ka-cute ang isang tao?” ze thinks.

Lightning keeps striking, and Aleksy whimpers a little bit. Makisig hugs him.

“It's okay, you're safe here. I'll do my best to protect you, no matter what, that's a promise.” Hari says in a reassuring tone.

Lucas calms down and soon enough, manages to fall asleep.

“Matamis na panaginip, Aleksy.” Makisig whispers in Aleksy's ear.

They fall asleep shortly after closing their eyes. They both stay comfortable,feeling safer next to each other. The thunderstorm finally comes to an end, letting both friends sleep peacefully.

The End

[queenofbaws]

hiii! hope you’re having a nice weekend :) could you write anything for ash x jess please ? <3

Oh, she hated games like these...she absolutely hated them, because no matter what was asked or who was doing the asking, what it came down to was always the same: Lying or being embarrassed in front of everyone.

Her two least favorite things.

"Never have I ever..." Hannah started, dragging each syllable out to buy herself some time, "...kissed...a...girl."

And the circle went nuts - there were a few jokes shouted as people put their fingers down or left them up, things like "Yeah, that tracks," or "Oh please, you're not fooling anyone;" there were wolf-whistles and cheers; there was so much laughter she thought she might combust; and, as she left her own finger up, Ashley thought her face might literally catch fire, she was blushing so hard.

She never could've gotten away with lying, not with everyone looking at her like that, so instead of watching them react, she lowered her eyes to the floor, and...and that was probably why she didn't notice Jess scootch in beside her.

Without warning, there was a hand tipping her chin back, a pair of glossy lips sliding across hers; "Now you have," Jess smiled against her mouth, pressing one last bubblegum-flavored kiss to the corner of her lips before pulling back, basking in the hoots and whoops of the group as Ashley struggled to remember how to breathe.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[nerdieforpedro]

Day Sixteen - Thunderstorm

Word Count: 452

Warnings: VERY SOFT Dave - that's the only warning?! 👀

Notes: Originally I thought of Jack Daniels getting caught out in a thunderstorm on a mission, but he'd have gear for that. I think... I wanted to do something else for Dave. Our former government employee (I'm not silly enough to say what the man does, I like living thanks,) has even more of a tender side than we thought. 🥰

Main Masterlist / March Spring Prompts 2024 / Writing Challenge

The forecast for this week didn’t mention rain at all this week. Today’s picnic with the girls went fine too, not a cloud in the sky. Dave was looking forward to catching up on organizing some files while you were sleeping in the king size bed across from him. He liked to watch you sleep after tucking the girls in and keeping an eye on them as they settled in, Alice always snuggled the white teddy bear she’d gotten two years ago on the girls first outing with you to the mall. Simple, he wasn’t sure how they’d react to their father being with someone other than their mother, his ex-wife. They took to you like white on rice and always asked about you, when they could see you again and what they were up to. It made the decision to marry you that much simpler.

The first crack of thunder made Dave flinch, a rare feat. He peered over to you, still, your chest rising and falling as you lay comfortably on your side. You’d curled slightly as you’d been talking to him prior to drifting off. It was known to few that Dave… was not fond of thunderstorms. He didn’t like the sudden booming sounds or flashes of lighting. He didn’t see one outside of the window, only the drops of rain hitting the glass. The rain would lull him to sleep and the thunder would wake him, frustrated at the cycle until he slept out of exhaustion or the storm had passed.

Another rumble with a burst of lightning following it closely told Dave that the storm had grown even closer. His papers soundly hit the night table as he stood and crossed the room to the bed. He removed his t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving them on the floor for now. He’d get to them in the morning. Peeling the covers back, he slipped into the bed beside you, his chest pressed against your back with a soft kiss placed to your neck.

A clap of thunder had Dave’s arms curl around your torso, pulling your closer to him, his chin was tucked itself over your shoulder, the night would be extended for York but he may still find sleep yet. His palm rose to your chest as he felt it rise and fall, counting your breaths until he reached the fifties and everything was lost to darkness save for your warmth. His safe harbor in any storm, Dave could stay asleep like this until the morning, maybe even late if time allowed. A partner as a source of serenity had eluded him until he met you and he would never let go as long as he had you.

[nature-wants-you-dead]

Society has collapsed. It's rebuilding slowly, one thing yet to come back is good weather forecasting. You remember getting weather alerts on your phone.

Now as a thunderstorm approaches your little Midwest US town one spring day you hope you remember what tornado weather feels like, looks like because there will be no warning.

[pikalize]

Day 4 - "My Little Pony"

Here's Rainbow Dash

🌈

[aiglesperch]

Writing Prompt #1 - Outside the Window

Photo by Matteo Catanese on Unsplash

It rains down the pale-wood window.

Mist hits the city as raindrops descend down into the tar-laden road, brick tiles, washes down the concrete of the nearby wall, bounces off the feathers of a dove gliding down the snow-hued sky to perch on a high-raise office building's railings, its companions lying in wait for the rains to subside so that they can fly in search of food and shelter.

A murder of crows flock down the branches of the tree nearby.

One among them croaks at the nearby biker clad in rainsuit before realising that its attempts are futile and that the man won't be deterred by a mere bird, and flies up to meet its brothers and caw en masse. The biker hits a dog, who yelps and reaches to bite the man.

He mutters a colourful amount of swears before taking his bike down the highway road, ignoring the animal.

The rain drips down the asphalt sheets, which serve as roofs, of the flower shop down the street. The middle-aged woman, clad in a colourful saree and sporting a cluster of marigolds and jasmine tied at the back of her bun, looks at the skies exasperated, wishing the temporary nuisance to end.

Her flowers are tucked in plastic bags, pink and the usual pale ones. However, it is wise to say that they should be sold soon, lest they wilt.

Her gaze now strikes the peeling posters stuck on the dilapidated wall and a coffee-shop nearby, recognisable by the milk vessel and the ladle the burly shopkeeper holds to pour the boiling decaf into a tumbler, to which he adds the hot milk and sugar, and pours it tumbler-to-vattai and likewise. This, he serves to his patron and turns to listen to the news channel served from YouTube via his phone.

A man drags from the cigarette he's holding and lets out smoke, a matching combination to the fog the rain brings forth. He chats with the nearby man in an intimidating fashion.

His next customer is a man descending from a bike. Rain has washed off the blood from his front wheel. He too orders a warm glass of coffee and a packet of chips for his son as he handles his phone against his ear.

He sips and looks at the torrential downpour, listening to a 60's film's music along with the shopkeeper.

He then gets on his bike and without even sparing the men a glance thunders down the rickety road.

[bitchitsvee]

I'll keep you safe.

@geritaweek

I kept running, faster than I ever did in training. Rain was constantly pelting me, and every few seconds was the harsh sound of thunder. But Germany was nowhere to be found. I kept screaming his name, but no luck. I couldn't find any shelter anywhere, and I was soaking wet.

Suddenly, a branch tripped me and I lost my balance. I fell face first on the ground, and I was covered in mud. I realized quickly I was unable to get up. I tried once more to yell the name of my boyfriend, but no answer. I was all alone, injured, stuck, and terrified. Violent sobs wracked my body, and I let out another bloodcurdling scream. I felt as if I was going to die, when suddenly...

I sat up swiftly, feeling a hand on my shoulder. I looked to the right where the other side of the bed is, to see the worried face of my boyfriend, Germany. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Thank god, it was just a dream.

"Feli, are you ok? Did you have another nightmare? What happened?" He sat me up, and turned me to face him.

Still shook from the dream, I could hardly bring myself to speak. I just let a few more sobs and hung my head down.

Suddenly, he pulled me into a warm and tight hug. I was a little startled at first, but I melted into the hug. I kept crying, wetting his shirt covered shoulder.

We stayed like that for a minute, and then he pulled back. "Are you ready to talk now?"

"SÌ." And then I started to tell him about the horrible dream I had. "I dreamt that I was caught outside in a terrible thunderstorm. I was running all over, and I couldn't find shelter, or you," I said between sobs. "I was stuck, a-and you were nowhere to be found, I-I was so worried, a-and terrified. It felt like y-you left me behind, a-and..." I choked out. I felt him squeeze my hand, which definitely gave me some comfort.

"Y-you wouldn't actually leave me behind like that, w-would you?"

He seemed to be taken aback by that last sentence. "Goodness, no! I would never leave you behind like that! That's the last thing I would ever even think about doing! I'll always be there for you."

"A-are you sure?"

"Absolutely. You have nothing to fear."

"Y-you promise?"

"Feliciano 'Italy Veneziano' Vargas, with all that I am I promise that I will stay by your side forever, through thick and through thin, through happy times, sad times, and scary times, and I promise that I will love you always. No matter what."

I chuckled a little through the tears. It sounded like he was saying wedding vows. "I love you, Ludwig. So much."

"I love you too, Feli. Always."

We sat up against the headboard, and I leaned on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around me. He always makes me feel safe. He draped the covers on top of us, and I felt myself drift off. But before I was fully asleep, I heard him say something like:

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe, liebe."

[percysbluelemonade]

Another one of the many prompts that I thought of in the middle of class

"I used to think that the most romantic thing ever is the rain; the thunder a booming voice threatening to strike lightning on anyone who dares to lay a hand on me, the clouds a gloomy ambiance lighting my face up like that of an angel's, the wind caressing my hair, the little droplets of water like micromassage on my skin. Verily, nothing could beat that.

Boy, I was wrong.

My initial instinct was to melt, literally. As a satisfied moan escaped my mouth, I cuddled up closer into his embrace. There we stood in the rain, enjoying every bit of it. The rain trailed kisses from my forehead to my lips and all the way down to my neck, and so did he. The wind caressed my shivering hands and sent a spark of electricity down my spine, and so did he. The steady downpour had me wet to the core, and so did- ahem. I stood there, completely mesmerized by the way his presence in itself healed me. It felt illegal, yet so legitimate. I smiled, a weird image of me barfing up rainbows in my mind because that's what I felt like I might do if he didn't stop. I don't want him to stop. This god, this unearthly being, had made this weirdo feel, well, not so weird being weird. That guy, I swear..."

[cinderella-ish]

Someone do this for Haruhi and Tamaki!

…or Kaguya and Miyuki!

Character/prompt idea:

Character A loves thunderstorms, it makes them feel alive in ways they cannot explain, Character B is absolutely terrified of them, always has been.

A and B are out on a day when a sudden storm rolls in, what happens?

[steddiehyperfixation]

@steddiebingo prompts: college au + crush + bandana | 1.1k words | T |

“Steeeveennnn,” Robin complains, poking Steve's shoulder with her pencil. “This was not the deal.”

Steve blinks and startles as if shaken out of a trance and grudgingly drags his glance over to Robin. “What?”

“You're only supposed to zone out when I'm paying attention and I can only zone out when you're paying attention.” That's their standard deal for any class they share that they're both only taking to knock out some credits and isn't relevant to either of their majors.

“Okay,” he says, “so pay attention.”

“I have been, dingus,” she argues. While this semester's History of Rock course is actually kind of interesting, Robin would still appreciate being able to use some of the precious daydreaming time she’d been promised. “I've been giving you my notes for the last month, at least! It's my turn to zone out now, slacker.”

“Alright, alright. I'm paying attention.” Steve makes a big show of picking up his pencil and writing down what's on the lecture slides, even leaning forward a little to emphasize his focus. “You're free to zone out to your heart’s content.”

Robin doesn't trust him in the slightest.

She enjoys about five whole minutes of spacing out before one Eddie Munson inevitably interrupts the professor to challenge some point and any hope of Steve's ability to continue taking notes for her is lost completely. His attention is stolen the second that ringed hand goes up, focus returning undividedly to the loud, scraggly man who is now standing up in his vehemence to counter the teacher. Steve instantly becomes enraptured by this argument, though Robin doubts he’s really comprehending a single word of it. He even gets this dopey little smile on his face as he watches.

“Oh my god,” Robin groans, rolling her eyes and dropping her chin into her palm in resignation to her fate. Steve is utterly useless when he has a crush. It would be pointless, Sisyphean even, for her to keep trying to snap him out of it; no matter how many times she diverts his attention, it always rolls right back to Eddie.

Robin doesn't know what Steve sees in him. Personally, she finds Eddie kind of obnoxious and thinks he looks a bit like a stray dog that's been left outside in a thunderstorm. But for some reason he has her best friend totally captivated. Even when Eddie sits back down, conceding the tangential debate and letting the professor continue, Steve's gaze still lingers as it always does for the remainder of class, his eyes all dreamy and far away and the very epitome of yearning.

“This is getting pathetic,” Robin tells him when class is dismissed and she looks over to find him still staring. “Just go talk to him already. Make a move. I’m sick of watching you sit here and pine.”

“He might not even be queer, Rob.”

“He wears a black bandana in his back pocket.”

“So? He's all metal and shit, it could just be, like, a style thing. Doesn't mean it's hanky code.”

“Okay, so ask him.”

Steve looks at her like she's gone insane. “I can't just go up to him and ask him if he's flagging.”

“Fine, then I will.”

“What- No, Robin-!”

But Robin is already standing up and marching through the crowd of students leaving the classroom to catch up to Eddie. “Hey, are you flagging?”

Eddie stops short and turns sharply around to face her. “Excuse me?”

“That bandana you've always got in your pocket - is that just a fashion statement or are you flagging?” she repeats bluntly.

Eddie's eyes narrow, halfway between distrustful confusion and a sneer. “What's it to you?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Robin says. “I couldn't care less. I'm asking for my friend, Steve.” She points a thumb over her shoulder, fairly certain Steve isn't too far behind her. “He's the one who's been staring at you like an idiot all semester, and he's just dying to know if-”

“Oh my god-” Steve interrupts, shoulder checking her as he comes up beside her, his face flushed and slightly out of breath like he fought his way here desperately. “I’m so sorry about her.” He gives Eddie an apologetic smile and cuts Robin a sideways glare. “She was dropped on the head a few too many times as a baby and it left her incapable of comprehending boundaries.”

Robin scoffs. “Oh, like watching creepily from afar is so much more respectful,” she retorts.

“I’m not a creep-” Steve rushes to protest, looking hastily back to Eddie. “I’m not a creep. She's making it sound like I'm some sort of stalker or something. I’m not, I swear.”

Eddie laughs, and Steve looks whipped. “It's alright, I don't mind.”

Eddie's wary hostility seems to have faded into something more amused and definitely not uninterested, if the way he's looking Steve over is any indication. Robin subtly nudges Steve with her arm. Time to turn on the charm, dingus, he likes you.

“You just catch my eye, is all,” Steve recovers, regaining his composure and quickly attempting to school his flustered, lovesick expression into a smoother, more intentional smile. “You stand out, you know - in a good way. I like your style, how outspoken you are. You seem really passionate about this music stuff; it's cool to watch.”

Eddie's interest only sharpens, slow grin growing. He considers him for another moment. “Your friend says you're curious about my bandana.”

“Yeah, uh-” A little bit of that flusteredness slips out again, just enough that it could possibly be intentional (or maybe not; Robin’s really not giving him that much credit). Steve chews at his lip, eyes flicking Eddie up and down. “That too.”

Eddie's about to say something in response, but he's cut off by someone shouting his name. There's some blond guy at the end of the hall gesturing impatiently at him.

“Shit, sorry, I gotta run, my band’s got practice right now. But, um.” Eddie searches his pockets and grabs a pen out of his leather jacket. “Here.” He takes Steve's arm, scribbling a phone number onto his skin. “Why don't you call me later and we can talk more, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. He looks mildly starstruck, smiling stupidly at the number on his arm like it's a celebrity autograph or something. “Yeah, for sure.”

Robin snickers. “Oh, he's never washing that arm again.”

“Shut up, Robin,” Steve hisses, his cheeks tingeing pink again. Eddie laughs and Steve manages a sheepish smile. “I-I’ll call you,” he confirms again as he turns to leave, grabbing Robin by the arm and dragging her with him before she can embarrass him any further.

“You better,” Eddie calls after him, and Steve looks over his shoulder just in time to catch his smirk and farewell salute before he too turns and bounds off in the opposite direction.

Robin digs her elbow into Steve’s ribs, grinning smugly at him. “You're fucking welcome,” she says.

[polyshipweek]

Polyship Week 2024 - Daily Prompts

[ID: Poster for Polyship Week 24, taking place 17–23 November, listing the prompts for each day. /end ID]

The prompts for #PolyshipWeek24 are here! As with last year, the final prompt of each day links to an image — feel free to use the phrase or the image itself for inspiration, and please credit the original creator if you remix their work.

Day One

Team as Polycule

"Is that my hoodie?"

Breakups

Group Hug (smolmoss)

Day Two

"Blorbo Has Two Hands"

Gift-Giving

Thunderstorms

Stair Cuddles (adorkastock)

Day Three

Queerplatonic Partners

Beach

Reverse Tropes

Through the Years (shutterstock)

Day Four

Aro/Ace & Polyam

Promises

Time Travel

Let's Dance (shutterstock)

Day Five

Relationship Anarchy

"You're burning up!"

Arranged Marriage

Only One Bed (House promo image)

Day Six

Queer Disabled Polyam

Parties

Kink Discovery

Tight Squeeze (Sailor Moon, gif by xbuster)

Day Seven

Free Day! Happy Polyamory Day!

Event Guidelines

Works featuring polyamorous characters and relationships of all kind are welcome — any characters, ships, fandoms, and OCs too!

Queerplatonic relationships, as well as asexual and/or aromantic characters are explicitly welcome on ANY day!

Works may be in any medium — fic, art, gifsets, podfic, vids, and more!

Participate in as few or as many days as you like. Choose your favorite prompt each day or mash them up — whatever sparks your imagination!

Please tag us @PolyshipWeek or use the hashtag #PolyshipWeek24 so we can reblog your creations!

Need even more inspo? You can view the entire list of suggested prompts here.

Ao3 Collection | SquidgeWorld Collection | Twitter | Bsky