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; stephen tries

fluff! and kind of sad-ish

requested♥️

also wherein the reader can control the weather by her emotions.

if that was me, there'd be a fucking typhoon everyday cause i'm a mess UwU

i also tried a new writing technique with this one.

angst + fluff | title: weathering
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you were born different. that was something you were "cursed" with, as you would put it in words. you had the ability to control the weather; to manipulate it within the tips of you fingertips. sad thing is, you couldn't fully control your powers. your parents couldn't take care of you, seeing how dangerous you could be, so they handed you over to your grandparents. they treated you differently like your parents did; they showered you with love and support, which you were still grateful until this day.

when your grandfather died in his sleep, at the age of thirteen, you decided to help your grandmother with their little flower shop and you took care of things from there. she got sick and you had to take care of her and the shop double time. the last thing she said to you was heart-wrenching, but you made it the motivation you needed when you were going through problems.

"you are the strongest girl i have ever met and i am forever grateful for you. carry on, sweetheart. i am so proud of you."

as her casket was lowered down, the skies began to rumble with thunder and dark clouds covered the blue sky. you cried, so did the skies. the rain went on for days, flooding some areas within your state and it got worse by the minute. you were in pain and you were putting others in danger–you were a problem, you'd tell yourself. you found yourself feeling empty, making the sky stop raining but it was still cold outside. it was peaceful and quiet, only the humid weather circling around you. pushing yourself back up again, you decided to open the shop again and go back to uni afterwards.

life was hard without someone guiding you but you still managed. after graduating uni, you said goodbye to your old house and flew to London, where you ought to have a new life.

that's where you met Stephen.

he was an odd fellow, since he was staying just the flat above you. he had ginger hair and the softest pair of warm brown eyes you've ever seen. at first, he and his mate, Will, acted strangely around you since you were new but then Will invited you over and the three of you were inseparable.

three months after moving in London, nightmares started to haunt you every night. you handled them well at the first week, but then things got worse; the dreams seemed too graphic and too real for you that you'd wake up with tears running down your cheeks. you had nowhere to run to and no one to comfort you. but then, Stephen happened to walk by your room late at night.

he was just about to give mr. Patterson, your neighbor, a jar that he borrowed last week when he heard a muffled scream from inside your flat. instinctively, he began to knock on the door and call out for your name. when you didn't answer, his fear began eating him up, so he reached for the key underneath your doormat and opened the door with ease. he ran to your room and saw you crying in bed.

the weather outside was harsh–dark skies and loud thunder roared throughout the city, but Stephen paid no attention to that. he sat in front of you and slowly placed his hands on your shoulders, asking what has you bothered. you hesitated at first, the weather outside seemed to calm down a bit yet there was still rain pouring down. Stephen understood and assured you everything was going to be alright.

after that, he'd make it mandatory to stay with you in your flat whenever nighttime would come. the skies were still gray at night, but slowly, they disappeared and the night sky was clearer than before; the stars twinkling and dancing above you–Stephen noticed the drastic change of weather ever since he began staying with you. whenever he was near, the sky would be clear but when he was away, it would have light drizzle and, sometimes, rain.

you loved Stephen, that's why the weather wasn't so bad when he was around. he was your own ray of sunshine seeping through the gray clouds when it would rain. he made you feel things you haven't felt in a long while and you were grateful for having him. your birthday came along and Stephen, along with Alex, James, Fraser, George, and Will, planned a surprise for you.

that's when he found out.

you were looking at the clouds at some point of the party and Stephen shouted 'boo!', making the sky boom with lightning. you looked at him with a shocked expression on your face and you pouted; the skies slowly darkening with gray clouds. Stephen chuckled softly and apologized, as soon as he did, the clouds were gone and you were smiling at him.

when the party was done, Stephen made sure to help you clean up your place and he asked you about the weather syncing with your emotions. you took all your courage and told him. you thought he'd fear you, or maybe get disgusted by you, but he didn't back away from you–no, he smiled softly and praised you for it.

since then, Stephen made sure you were okay. when it would rain, he'd run towards your flat and see you just being sad on your own. he would keep you company and make you happy all the time. when the sun was out and bright, he would make it even sunnier just by cracking up a joke at you.

Stephen loved seeing you happy; he loved feeling the warmth of the sun against his pale skin. Stephen was in love with you–with your laugh, your eyes, your voice, your smile, and with you as a whole. you drew him in and you showed him how to love again.

Stephen was in love with you.

and you were in love with him.