a/n: if anyone remembers, i posted this a while back and had so much drama with it, and i forgot about it until just now 😂
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taron
- you and taron were watching his younger sisters for the night while his mom and step-dad went out to dinner and a movie. although you were planning to have a lazy night in with just taron, you didn’t mind watching his sisters. they were so sweet and saw you as a big sister already.
“alright, loves! time for bed!” taron calls out, gathering the two young girls in for a hug.
“say goodnight to (y/n),” he instructs them, pushing them towards you. sitting on the couch with your arms open, one by one you give them a hug, bidding them goodnight and watching them run upstairs, taron following.
“i’ll be down in a few, love. pick out a movie and would you mind making some popcorn?” you smile and agree, going into the kitchen to start the snack.
after the popcorn was done and the movie was picked out, you passed the time by playing on your phone. finally, taron quietly made his way down the steps with an apologetic expression on his face.
“sorry that took so long. they wanted a bedtime story about how we met and, well, i got carried away,” he tells you shyly. you giggle and curl up into his body as he plops down on the couch beside you, crawling under the cover with you.
“you’re too cute.”
about an hour into the movie, one of his sisters came down the stairs, holding a stuffed animal and rubbing her eyes.
“my sweet mary, what’s wrong?” taron cooes as the young girl trudges over to you two.
“the storm is scaring me,” she murmurs, cuddling into taron’s chest. he rubs her back comfortingly and leans back into the couch.
“it’s okay. you can stay with us until it passes, okay?” she nods and closes her eyes to try and fall asleep. taron’s eyes dart over to you with another sorry look on his face.
‘i’m sorry,’ he mouths to you. you shake your head, silently telling him not to be sorry for wanting to care for his sister.
dennis
- you were fast asleep next to dennis, and even though you were usually a heavy sleeper, dennis’ shaking body and soft whimpers were enough to wake you up.
“den, what’s wrong, hun?” you mumble sleepily. dennis shakes his head while staring out the window, watching the storm rain down onto your home.
“‘m fine, go back to sleep, love.” sitting up, you notice he has the covers pulled up to his nose and his cheeks were shiny with fresh tears.
“dennis, is it the storm?” you wonder, scooting closer towards him. he doesn’t say anything, which confirms your thought.
“you know you can tell me anything.” he nods and finally looks at you.
“the thunder reminds me of when my dad used to destroy the house in an angry rage. i can remember from my childhood, sitting in my room and hearin’ him flip the couch over and knock over bookshelves. the th-, the thunder sounds exactly like that.” your heart breaks as you listen to dennis explain what he grew up with. you never knew the extent of his dad’s abuse, you just knew that his father was awful.
“come here, baby. everything will be okay,” you whisper against his forehead.
“you want me to put some music on to drown the sound out?” he thinks for a moment before shaking his head.
“will you just talk with me, about anythin’ to keep me distracted until it passes?”
“of course, my love. what do you want to talk about?”
“when was the moment you realized that you wanted to marry me?”
eggsy
- a low rumble sounded outside the house, causing eggsy to look up from his laptop and to you.
“wha’ was that?” he wonders, eyes wide with fear. you shake your head and go back to watching tv.
“probably just thunder, bub. it’s nothing.”
“but what if that was another explosion and it was at my mum’s?” eggsy’s voice was filled with horror. ever since the unfortunate events that killed his friends, colleagues, and JB, thunder has terrified him. usually, the thunder comes after the rain, and it’s frequent, so he knows it’s just thunder. but now, it was starting before, which got eggsy thinking differently.
“call her and check in, yeah? i’m sure it’s just thunder, but do that and make sure she’s okay.” he nods and frantically picks his phone up, dialing his mom’s number. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth when he hears her voice, his body relaxing as he sees that his mom and sister are safe.
“you better?”
“a little.” you go back to doing your own things, until the storm starts to get worse. about twenty minutes later, eggsy sets his laptop on the table and crawls over to you, falling into your lap.
“hey, bub.”
“can we cuddle for a little while?’ he asks shyly. you agree and hold him close, running your fingertips up and down his back to keep him calm.
“it’s gonna be alright, eggsy. the storm will pass and you’ll be okay,” you whisper against his forehead. he takes a deep breath shakily and glances up at you.
“i fuckin’ love you so much.”
dean
- you and dean recently moved to chicago after everything with the BBC went to hell. sydney and joe stayed in Los Angeles, but dean needed to get away from it all.
chicago seemed like a perfect fit for the both of you. you liked that it was right on the lake, and there were so many business jobs in the city for dean to choose from.
moving from the west coast to the midwest took some getting used to. winter was very much a season here, compared to sunny california, where it was summer year round with 50 degree weather in the winter. the storms were also something that was different. sure, it rained in LA, but there were rarely tornadoes.
one night, a storm got particularly nasty and the sirens ended up going off. terrified and not knowing what to do, you ran to dean, who sat at the kitchen table, working on an upcoming presentation for work.
“what the hell do we do, dean?!” you run to him, years beginning to stream down your cheeks. upon realizing your fear, he calmly stands up and takes you into the bathroom.
“we stay in here until the sirens stop. we would go to a basement, but seeing as we live in an apartment, there isn’t one. and the next best thing is to sit in the tub, in a bathroom with no windows. we’ll be fine. the sirens mean that there was a spotting of a tornado somewhere, but it doesn’t mean it will stay strong enough. it’ll most likely die down and pass by.” dean’s voice soothed you enough to calm down, although tears still fell down your cheeks.
“we’ll be okay.”
“we should’ve never moved to where tornadoes are common,” you mumble. dean chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“tornadoes can happen anywhere, my sweet. and i thought you love here so far?”
“i do, but i’ve never been in a storm this bad.”
“oh, honey. i told you, we’ll be fine. i promise you, okay?”
“okay.”
liam
- “baby, where are you?” liam calls out into the dark room. he noticed you weren’t in the bed beside him and he immediately grew worried. but, once he noticed the storm raging right outside of his window, he understood.
you’ve always hated storms, and when they woke you up, you could never get back to sleep. so, you always sat on the couch and had some tea to help calm you down. but, since you were at liam’s house, you had no idea where he kept the tea, if he had any.
“love, what are you doin’ out of bed?” liam mumbles, rubbing his eyes as he makes his way over to you. he takes a seat next to you, wrapping his arms around your body.
“the storm woke me up,” you whisper, shaking a bit when thunder roars outside. liam rubs your arms, gently rock in you back and forth.
“why didn’t you wake me?”
“i’m usually fine after i have tea and sit on my couch, but i didn’t know where you keep it, if you have any.”
“oh darling, you should’ve told me! i would’ve been happy to make you some.” liam doesn’t wait for your response, instead he gets up and runs to the kitchen, quickly making you a cup of tea.
“babe, you wanna come help me? i don’t know how you like it.” you stand and make your way to the kitchen, seeing liam standing there, waiting for the cup to cool down. after you add whatever you needed to, liam walks back to the living room with you.
“you’re usually fine with rain, is it the thunder and lightning?” he wonders, returning to the same spot you two were in before.
“yeah, plus the wind. it was shaking the house so bad and that’s what terrifies me.”
“i’m sorry, love. if there’s ever a storm, don’t hesitate to wake me up. i want to help you, okay?” you nod and lean your head on his shoulder, relishing in the comfort and warmth of his body.
“i have an idea that may help take your mind off the storm,” liam says cheekily. you set your empty cup on the coffee table and look at him, waiting for his idea.
“how about a little make out session?” he raises an eyebrow, slowly leaning in for a kiss. a giggle escapes your lips as you give in, laying back on the couch with liam hovering over you.
