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🍒 + tornadotame !!
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MAVIS MAVIS MAVIS, NUMBER ONE AGNST FAN!!! i am completely obsessed with your kate and i love all the different dynamics we've gotten to write and noodle around w/about tyler and javi. i love all of your hcs about kate, i want to study them all like a bug!!
there are pros and cons of letting kate wander through his parents’ home unattended . the pros are , he gets to linger nearby knowing that this woman is so curious about the life he’d lived fifteen , twenty , twenty-five years ago that she could find her own entertainment in looking around the quaint painted walls and the couch with his mother’s old knitting decorations draped between the cushions and the childhood photographs of their four-child family hanging on the walls and sitting on the mantle and on the piano neither parent had wanted to move , for those times the eldest returned to play .
@tornadotame . “ oh , this one i like . ” picking up the framed photograph , kate traces one finger along the boyishly curved cheek of a much younger tyler , careful not to actually touch and smudge the glass . the sight wells an almost crushing fondness in her chest . casting a long look over her shoulder , kate grins , doe-eyes bright . “ in your church clothes and everything , very respectable . ”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the cons are … well . this .
an indescribable amount of embarrassment wells up in his chest like a pile of screaming hedgehogs , prodding neeedles through his ribcage . it’s like some part of him’s just been torn right open for her to see . ❝ oh god , ❞ slips past his lips before he can think to stop it , and he’s left wandering across center stage to sidle up behind her , one hand rested on her upper arm as he practically leans over and around her shoulder to take a peek .
a happy image peers right back at him : he couldn’t have been even twenty yet in that one , smiling widely and dressed smartly for the camera . the way he sits , it’s obvious a professional had come to take it . this one in particular he remembers as his mother’s favorite one , just because he looks like he’d just won a golden horseshoe at the county carnival .
but that kate thinks it’s cute ? well that has him laughing . ❝ this thing’s almost twenty years old , kate , ❞ he giggles out , bumping his chin against her head and nuzzling his lips into her hair . he blows a little breath through his nose and speaks , and it’s muffled and full of fondness . ❝ i think that’s high school . he would’ve liked knowin’ you . he would've thought the world of you . he does now , too . ❞
╰ ゜UNPROMPTED . / 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .
cathy & kate — kate is the sun streaking through the windows and the curtains. kate is the brightest thing in any room. she is yellow and golden and warm to the touch and she is the center of cathy’s universe. in all kate’s brilliance, for all of her choices, there is understanding and love. there is so much love that it’s about the only thing to rival the force of kate.
MOODBOARD MEME : ❤️ - our muse’s relationship , sent by @tornadotame
the overpass 🫢
the all encompassing emotion addy felt was terror, black and threatening as the tornado rushing towards them, beckoning them closer no matter how far and fast they ran. it wasn’t just terror for herself though .. it was terror for praveen who was gone so fast, terror for kate and jeb who were crawling towards the overpass, kate who was hurt and jeb who was trying so hard to protect all of them .. terror.
addy was breathless trying to climb the incline, soaked and blinking through the rain blinding her and her glasses, ground crumbling and sliding underneath her feet, kate’s hand .. kate’s hand .. kate’s hand .. brushing her fingertips against kate’s feeling warmth for just a second, feeling hope for just a second because kate had her, kate had her and if kate had her everything would be okay .. the irrational and childish thought that they would all be okay was torn away as quickly as she was from kate’s fingertips, kate’s hand covered in blood and staining hers.
she can remember jeb shouting her name, one hand outstretched to hold onto kate and one towards her, the way he always would reach out for them, the way he would’ve done no matter what because he loved them .. and addy loved them both too and maybe that’s what made it okay in the end ( only it hadn’t been the end ) that she knew she was loved, that two people she loved fought for her tooth and nail in the middle of an EF5 tornado .. maybe it was okay because they would be safe, that would be what she wished for before the shrapnel smashed into, breaking her glasses and knocking her unconscious .. kate would be okay, jeb would be okay, javi had to be okay .. a mournful cry for praveen had been silent, lost in the winds just like addy ..
.. @tornadotame
she has the blinds pulled shut tight, with an extra blanket thrown over the windows for good measure. no stranger to migraines, kate is silent as she creeps across the motel carpet, back over to the tyler shaped lump in bed, her heart in her throat. her fingers are gentle as stands over him, too worried to jostle the mattress, working them into the tense nape of his neck. and her voice is impossibly soft : “ baby, i know it probably hurts to even think right now, but i’m here if you need anything. ”
there's a bull's hoof pressing into his skull again and cracking his sanity , leaking his thoughts into blurred shapes he cannot grasp . every time he thinks he's safe , it happens again . first , the faint startup of an ache in his head , behind his eyes and around the corners of his head . at this stage , he never knows if it's a general headache or if it's a warning of worse things to come . then the nauseating dizziness that always comes in twofold , that forces him to sit , or lie down when he can : the telltale sign it won't be anything good thing time around . by the time he's laid out on the bed with his face pressed into the pillow to block out the light and wishing , intensely , that he could just be unconscious until this is over , he's already been sick twice . several , in the beginning , is what he expects . once towards the end , however many hours or days it might be , to signal its passing .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ it'll be an eternity until then .
the only response he gives kate is a weak sound . she touches his neck , and he moves his arm in agonizing resolve to trickle four listless fingers over her wrist . ❝ baby … ❞ exhaled in a whisper . the only words he can utter , the only way he can possibly convey that he's just glad she's here . the corners of his lips twitch up with all the effort he can possibly muster , and he cracks his eyes open to watch the glint of her blonde tips , barely noticeable without the light . but he can see in this dark too well , sick as it makes him .
a squeeze of her wrist now . hey . hi baby . i'll be okay . thank you for bein' here . i love you .
╰ ゜UNPROMPTED . / 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .
" take your pick . " // @tornadotame
Tyler's got his hands on his hips, stance wide. Between the few feet between them and the cart behind him, they are taking up the narrow isle. Fortunately, the thrift store is dead empty early in the afternoon in the middle of the week. Even if it were dotted with patrons, Tyler would have no issue with taking up space. Although, he's polite enough that he wouldn't linger as long as he has.
"I don't know, Kate," he drawls out her name just for the simple sake of it. Either, it'll annoy or amuse her, and lucky for Tyler, both outcomes feels like a win. "They both look good - might as well get both."
knelt between his truck and the flat bed carrying kate’s barrels , tyler’s fumbling with the loose joints of the hitch . he’s been working for a solid few minutes now , and gone through at least six different positions , including one that put him on his back behind the back wheel , trying to figure the damn thing out . he slams the side of his fist down once , twice into the small pulley , until it finally snaps into place with a click . then he’s finally standing again , eyes near slits as he shields them with an arm against the harsh early afternoon sunlight . ❝ think i got it , ❞ he mutters breathlessly , wandering to the flat bed and leaning on the low railing . ❝ time to go ? ❞
@tornadotame . “ wait . ” head bowed a moment , the sun catching the blond ends of her hair and setting it alight , she paws carefully through her bag before pulling out a pair of dark aviators . kate wordlessly holds them out for one beat… then two… . before a faint touch of pink dusts her cheeks . “ what? i saw you squinting , and i know you lost your last pair during that storm up in sherman . ”
it takes all his might to blink and blink again , forcing his eyes to adjust to the glare enough that he can stand to watch what she’s doing for the several seconds it takes for her to pull out the shades . he glances at her face , then at the aviators , then takes them with a grateful , ❝ oh … ❞ she noticed . he plucks them gently from her grasp , weighing them in a hand , and placed them on the bridge of his nose gingerly , as if any wrong jolt would make them come loose .
he wrinkles his nose . wiggles his mouth . they don’t come loose nearly as much as he thought they might . ❝ i like these . ❞ he turns his head to kate , watching her for a long , long moment ( he’s grateful the shades shield her from seeing the way his eyes are bouncing from her nose to her cheeks to the blonde hair glinting like a golden frame around her face to her lips , then back up again ). with a toothy smile , he makes his way to her side , moving a strand of hair behind her ear . ❝ thank you , kate . i didn’t know you’d noticed . ❞
╰ ゜UNPROMPTED . / 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 .
"Are you alright?" // @tornadotame
"Got a headache," he answers, voiced subdued and eyes not leaving the road. It ain't that far from the truth; Tyler gets plenty of headaches, their triggers often unpredictable. The doctors had done right by scaring him off of the rodeo circuit. He can't imagine what worse would've looked like, the chronic headaches nauseating and exhausting as it is.
He is tired, muscles aching, but he doesn't have a headache like he's claimed. It's just an easy excuse, one he trots out from time to time. And for a moment, he thinks he's gotten away with the little white lie. The radio is off, Kate is quiet in the passenger seat. For a few minutes, he thinks he's won.
But Kate's gaze is a physical weight, and instead of relief, he finds the silence uncomfortable. He sighs, switching which hand is on the wheel, "I don't like when it's kids."
