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stephen didn't like rainy days.
for...obvious reasons.
it nearly gave him ptsd almost every time it would thunderstorm.
it was almost a routine for you. you'd be sitting at home, busying yourself with whatever, when you'd get a call. taking a quick glance outside, you'd see it starting to rain or already pouring.
with a sympathetic smile on your lips, you answered the phone. ❝hey, stephen.❞
❝hey, Y/N,❞he answered. you could tell he was trying to keep his cool, but there was an anxious edge to his voice. ❝you busy, b-by any chance?❞
you nodded, even though you were alone. ❝i'm on my way.❞
