#fear of thunder

[menolderthan29]

Link to current Storms Don't Last Forever

[final-bae-stination]

Thunder And The Rain (Ian McKinley)

Prompt: The reader is scared of the thunder and Ian tries to calm them down during a particularly heavy storm.

Author's Note: This does kind of go WAY out of the "Final Destination" universe, because I like to think, even though it was proven different, they could've beat Death at the end, and Wendy, Kevin, Julie, and Ian survived, so...we're going with that.

Third Person POV Ian hated life, or what passed for it. Somehow, Wendy did it. She beat Death, and in three years, nothing's happened to him, Wendy, Julie, or Kevin. Sure, they were all still extremely paranoid, but who wasn't anymore, after the shit they'd lived through, but barely? The truth was, he missed Erin, but Y/N took care of that.

After he left Build It after Erin's death, he'd been struggling for a job. Nothing seemed interesting. And then, surprisingly, he found one: the pound. He liked animals more than people, that was a fact. Sure, he tolerated Wendy and the others, but it wasn't a necessary kind of like. And, of course, he still hated Wendy for killing Erin (though he was sure that part was fading a little--he literally went shopping with her two weeks ago). He liked to work at the pound, which doubled as an animal rescue and vet clinic. And then he met you.

You were there, just starting a week after him, and he saw immediately that you were drawn to (favorite animal). He could see it: they were cute. Hard to resist. Made sense. What didn't make sense was you talking. To him. A lot. Alone, too. Like, okay, he knew he looked weird, all Gothic and whatnot, and that he was...weird, sure. But you didn't seem to notice that. You talked to him like a normal person, and try as he might not to, he liked that. You didn't treat him differently because he was different.

It was very, very slow, but you both started catching feelings, he'd asked you out, and one thing led to here: you, on your sofa in you and Ian's apartment, watching TV. You and Ian had gotten together four months ago, and he'd finally opened up, telling you everything, from his past to Erin, and things in between, the trauma dumping: the roller coaster accident, the near death experiences, losing Erin, watching the others die, the whole Death thing. You never once doubted he was serious or anything but crazy, because he had a look on his face, talking about it, that wasn't fake.

Now, you've not told him a lot, either, particularly your fear of storms, especially thunder. You felt it was childish, even though there were a million adults with the same fear. It's just...Ian seemed so fearless after everything, and you wanted to be that way for him, so you never told him your fears (you did admit spiders and snakes scared you, though).

As you're watching TV (Ian was at work), you heard the rain, and then the ominous rumble. You tensed, hand on the remote. Another boom, slow and heavy. Shit, you thought. Please not now, Ian's almost home! But the storm, obviously, did not listen, increasing the peals of thunder until you were shivering under your blanket, trying to turn the TV up to block it out. But then the lights flickered, and went out. You gasped, feeling panic clawing its way up your throat, through your veins. Is this how he felt? You ask yourself randomly. Is this what Ian felt, wondering when he'd die, and what from, and how? You shook your head. In the dark, that wasn't helping. Something slammed, and you jumped, heart pounding. You wanted to call out but were too scared. You flinched as thunder roared, lightning shooting across the sky.

"Babe?" A voice calls, and oh, you wanted to start bawling in relief. He finds you on the couch, under your blanket, shaking. "Shit, babe, what's wrong?!" He throws his coat, not even glancing at where it lands, and rushes over, kneeling at your side on the floor. "Babe. Hey." He says, his fingers under your chin as you hide. "Baby, what's wrong?" "It's nothing." You try to say, but he's not having it. Before he can speak, thunder booms, and you squeal, throwing yourself in his arms. He barely catches you, letting out a soft "oof" as he holds you in his lap, feeling you shake. "Baby...is it the thunder?" He asks, and your silence confirms it. "Oh, babe." He breathes, rubbing your back with one hand, the other in your hair.

"I know, it's dumb," You whisper into his red shirt. "No, no, it's not dumb, baby." He says soothingly. "There's a fuck ton of people that're scared, too." He tries to assure. You shake your head, "I feel like a child." You whine. He chuckles, "Well, that's why I'm here. 'Cuz I can protect you, right?" A pause. "Right. I love you, Ian." His breath catches. That was the first time you'd said that. "I love you, Y/N." He whispers. "Why don't we go to bed, yeah? I can throw on a movie or something on my computer." "I'd like that," You blush, and he carries you to the room, setting you on the bed. You pick out The Avengers, and you both curl up to watch it. Here and there, one of the peals of thunder makes you flinch, but with Ian beside you, it's really not that bad.

[disability-shout-outs]

Shout out to folks with Astraphobia!

[jedi-lothwolf]

Augusnippets Day 3: Thunderstorm

Fandom: EPIC/The Odyssey

Summary: When Telemachus was ten years old, thunderstorms became a common thing in Ithaca. He got used to them. As he walks around the palace, he learns that Odysseus had become terrified of them.

    Thunderstorms were a normal thing for Ithaca. Telemachus started to notice more of them when he was 10 years old. He used to fear them. Now he sits by the window and watched with lightning and closes his eyes as he listens thunder and the rain.

    It was a stormy night when the boy learned his father was scared of thunderstorms. Penelope has gone to visit Ctimene; someone Odysseus wasn't ready to see again after telling her about Eurylochus.

Listening to the storm, the prince walked around the halls of the palace like he's done since he was young. Stopping in front of his mother and father's room, he felt as if he should go inside.

Without knocking, Telemachus opened the door. Inside Odysseus sat in his bed. His sword was in his hands and his knees were to his chest.

"Dad? Are you okay?" Telemachus asked.

"They're coming." Odysseus said, his voice shaking.

Walking more inside the room, Telemachus approached his father. Odysseus jumped back, surprised by the movement. "who's coming?"

"The Gods." The king said, whispering. "They have come for me."

"It's just a thunderstorm." Telemachus approached his mother's bed and tried to sit down.

Odysseus swung his sword at his son.

"Dad, it's okay. Can you put the sword down?"

After a moment, Odysseus realized what he had done and pulled his sword away for his son. "I'm sorry." As he started to cry, Telemachus sat down with him.

"It's okay. Can I see that?" He gestured to the sword in his father's hands.

Nodding, Odysseus handed it to him. Then Telemachus put it down beside the bed. "The Gods won't get you here. I promise."

"You can't guarantee they won't." The king said softly.

"True, but it will be okay."

"Are you sure?"

"As sure as I can be. I'll be right here, okay? I'm not going anywhere."

Telemachus remembered what it felt like to be scared of thunder when he was little. Now his father was scared of it for a very different reason. Still, he knew that it was a hard thing to be afraid of. Only the gods can control thunderstorms after all.

"Okay." Pudding his knees back down onto the bed, Odysseus tied to relax.

"You know, I used to be afraid of thunderstorms too. I got pretty used to them. No one is going to hurt you here. You're home."

"I'm home." Odysseus repeated.

"Maybe try to sleep?"

"Yeah." Laying down, Odysseus closed his eyes. Telemachus went and sat by the rocking chair that was by a window.

"Thank you son. I love you"

"I love you too, Dad."

[sanniewriteshere]

🎸⚡Headcanons and Scenario: Rockstar Cookie x Male!Reader: Storm of Music

Request: Can I request rockstar cookie and ligyrophobic male reader where rockstar comforts the reader during a thunderstorm? Since there's like a lot of sudden thunder and stuff and if you don't mind could you write it in 3rd person?

There's a big storm tonight, and y/n is in need of a little comfort, if only one melody could save the night...

Gender: Masculine

Pronouns: He/Him

Y/N

Third person (I think?)

CW: - Thunder

Fluff and Comfort (Angst if you look veeeery deep)

Type of relationship: S/O with Romantic tones

Let's suppose Rockstar is on Kingdom for the sake of the Oneshot xD

Headcanons

~ He usually sleeps with you at the studio at home since it's soundproof and you can barely hear thunder there.

~ Makes lighthearted jokes about it with songs and lyrics about thunders and storms. But only when you two are alone, and knows when to stop.

~ Of course he buys you a pair of soundproof headphones, or let you borrow his when you forgot to bring yours outside.

~ Humms songs to help you sleep when the storms are light. He knows how to mix tones and sounds to make relaxing tunes that hide the thunder on the background.

Scenario / Oneshot

Another rainy night at the Kingdom. It was another autumn storm, particularly loud as usual for the season. The leaves and branches crashing the roof make it feels like it was going to break y/n's house in half.

But let's rewind a little...

Y/n moved to the kingdom some months ago with Rockstar Cookie for recommendation of Parfait Cookie. The reception, public and environment was better for both Y/N and his special one, Rockstar Cookie.

So this wasn't his first storm with Y/N, but it was always a battle to make you feel comfortable.

Since Y/N was a the drummer of the duo, it was hard for Rockstar Cookie when he discovered that his companion was scared of storms, like, he saw him giving concerts on a lot of stages louder than a storm. But he wasn't going to judge, even when a lot of people told y/n to "buckle up" and "be strong" because "storms can't hurt you", Rockstar Cookie was always by his side to help to stand up for him.

One day, y/n and Rockstar Cookie were shopping at the music store on the kingdom, the shops were a little far from the residential area, where they lived.

The afternoon was windy, and since it was autumn, the weather was really unstable, at the morning there was a nice sunny day, but now, some clouds where spying on the sky.

The north wind made the leaves fly and make the usual whistle that announced rain, or even worse, a storm.

Only y/n with his good ear noticed, since the doors were closed and Rockstar Cookie was trying some new guitar strings. He touched Rockstar's shoulder slightly to call his attention. "Hey, I think-I think we should be going home", said y/n. Rockstar watched through the crystal wall and saw the black clouds for a storm coming to the kingdom. "Oh, yes of course, just let me pay for this real quick and I'm done". "Code Thunder" said Rockstar for himself.

Not even five minutes after, when Rockstar and y/n got out of the store, black clouds where already covering the kingdom.

"Do you think we'll make home before the storm start?", said y/n said in a scared voice. "If we run I think we'll make it, let's go then!", Rockstar said and they started running.

A thunder from the forest made y/n shiver a little, but he has to keep moving to get home safe.

They were near, tired from running but they can see home already just some streets more to get there.

A nearer thunder, louder this time, distracted y/n and make him trip on the paviment. Not a bad fall, but the noise was enough to put y/n in a freeze state, he was too scared to move, waiting for the next thunder to break his ears, but just some steps from home.

"Come on y/n get up, we're almost home, it's near and we can get on the studio", Said Rockstar in an attempt to get him up the ground. "I- I can't, I'll just wait here, I'm not moving..." y/n said almost crying, scared to even look at Rockstar.

"Please, we'll get soggy here outside, let's go..." No response... "Here, take my hand, you can squeeze hard if another thunder falls, no worries as always"

So y/n almost crushes Rockstar's hand, but now the only thing that matters is to get home. Rockstar puts a hand on his s/o shoulder to give him strength and balance. Step by step, slow but steady, they walk home.

"FINALLY HOME", y/n screamed to relax his body.

Just as they left the shopping bags on the table, little raindrops start falling. And another loud thunder made y/n shake, which Rockstar jump from behind to give him a big hug. Rockstar could feel y/n's heartbeat, it was loud and fast.

As the great improvisor he is, Rockstar quickly remembered a music that matched his heartbeat and started singing it with a soft voice, and the hug lasted at least some minutes.

With the now loud rain hitting the house, he takes y/n's hand "Before the storm gets stronger, let's choose a movie and get to the studio", "Thanks for everything, I'm such a looser, I'm sorry to make you go through all of this and sorr-" Interrupted Rockstar "Hey hey, don't say that, you're not a looser, or a heavy load, or anything bad you say about you, you are an amazing cookie, who makes happy a lot of people , so please don't say that to you ever again, you know that I'll love you with any little silly thing you have, that only makes you an amazing limited edition."

Y/n almost started crying, but a thunder far from the city makes him get back in himself again.

Rockstar made popcorn, and with a comfy blanket, y/n and Rockstar Cookie now are relaxing on the couch in the studio, without hearing any storms or Thunder from outside. He takes y/n's hand really tight and softly strokes his hair, and he feel the soft and crunchy dough of Rockstar, it feels like the witches really made a good job with him...

[tommyssupercoolblog]

My phobias are WEIRD because people can understand that I'm scared of thunder, especially with sensory issues.

They GET why I'm scared of bugs, why I might have a phobia of them.

but. Crabs. People do NOT understand my fear of crabs. Kabourophobia and Ostraconophobia are RARE AF and when I tell people I'm scared of crabs they are SHOCKED. Sometimes they don't even really believe it, like "really?? All crabs?? And shrimp too?? What about drawings?? What if they have a silly hat??"

YES ALL OF THEM ALL THE TIME, and all crustations to some degree but MOSTLY crabs, crabs can be panic attack inducing and crabs make me CRY AND SOB. I do not care if the crab has a silly hat. Good for him!!! I cannot cannot CANNOT handle a crab. Not even one. If there is a single crab in the building I am breaking down. I won't come over to your house if you have a pet crab. Maybee a small one is okay if you keep it locked up but I'll still be on edge the whole time so like it's either my place or you're sending the crab to someone else to babysit I CANNOT do crabs. Terrified of crabs.

*edit - as for drawings or plushies, it really depends. Sometimes a drawing is okay and other times it is NOT.

[aegir-emblem]

The hardest part of this was the fact that I only had 4 arrows. RIP.

But yeah, thunderstorm started at 11:47 and ended at 6:20... I had to be up at 8. I’m terrified of thunder. No matter how hard I try, I can’t sleep through it, and if I do, I get woken up with chest pain because of how hard my heart is beating. So yeah, point is, I ended up getting like 3 hours of sleep, and light sleep at that.

[saccharine-suffering]

Whumpmas In July: Day Fifteen

@whumpmasinjuly

Storm.

- - -

It was thunder. No big deal. Storms weren't rare in these parts, so everyone was fairly unphased by the sounds.

Except for Whumpee.

And it wasn't long into the storm when the Whumpee's defenses broke down. Tears flowed down their cheeks and they tried to be silent. They curled up tighter in on themselves, flinching hard with every flash of light and its following crack.

Caretaker had asked if Whumpee wanted them to stay, but Whumpee thought they could take care of themselves.

But now they really wanted Caretaker to be here.