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Play the Game (Part 15)

Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader

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Summary: roger’s bad temper causes him to say a few things to reader about their fake relationship that he may regret. after hurting her, he tries to apologize. the apology leads to a few other things… from this concept here 

Note: grammar and spelling errors. MUCH NEEDED ANGST

Warning: language, smut

Words: 4.1k+

***February 9, 1977***

The tour bus had been more quiet than usual. Roadies and groupies lounging around. Freddie sitting by himself, lost in the words he was writing into his notebook. Deaky and Brian talking quietly to one another.

While you read a book on the couch, Roger’s head resting on your lap to nap. 

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If You Were in These Arms -- Chapter 4

Pairings: Roger Taylor x reader, Brian May x reader

Summary: You’re pregnant with Roger’s baby, but sometimes things don’t work out as planned. Sometimes you find more support in your best friend than the child’s father. But what if that turns out not to be as bad as it seems?

Tags: modern!AU, pregnancy

Words: 1,538

A/N: Exactly one week ago I promised you guys part four and here it finally is! Kind of a filler chapter, but the next one will be fluffy. Might be my last update on this fic for a while because of school.

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @rogerscarfreddiescat @a-crowd-of-newsies @chlobo6 @bohemiansweede @bismillahnah @devilcrivbaby @drowseoftaylor @brianmayscurls @riddikuluslypotter @took-me-hours-to-steal-those @stormtrooper-in-clogs @johndeaconshands @ixchel-9275

The following week there was plenty to talk about in Mr May’s class. One of his students had seen him at Topshop with what she supposed was his girlfriend while going there herself after school and of course she had to tell everyone about it. The new information spread like wildfire and before Brian set foot in the classroom, one third of the school seemed to already know about what he’d done last Friday afternoon.

“Mr May’s girlfriend is pregnant!”

“He’s got a girlfriend?!”

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Oh my gosh!!! 26 or 17???

Kiss Prompt #17: Needing To Kiss To Hide From The Bad Guys___

“Richie Tozier,” You muse his name the way you usually have to.  In a mixture of amusement, disappointment, and just a hint of adoration.  “Why is it that every time I’m trying to study, you just so happen to appear?”

The accusation is spoken sweetly, but there is the smallest amount of annoyance laced through it.  Because you are interrupted every time you’re trying to do your work.

“What can I say babe, I have a way of knowing when you need to be saved from something completely and lamely boring” He smirks back at you.

What a flirt, you think, and you want to roll your eyes, but instead you find yourself smiling back at him.

“And what is it that you want today, Trashmouth?”

Ignoring the AP Psych textbook in front of you, you lean your head in your hands as you watch him stand in front of you, probably getting more anxious by the second.

“Well that depends on what you’re- what? I can’t enjoy your company?”

He switches lanes completely when you give him a dirty look.  And not the kind he was hoping for.

He’s too loud of a person to be in the library, and you know people keep sending you both dirty looks, but you don’t mind.  Maybe because you enjoy his company too.

“I’m just curious as to why you never want to enjoy my company outside of my only study time?” You hum.

“Like- like outside of school?” He asks.

Like a date? He wants to ask, but he thinks it’ll make him sound like a pussy.

Truth was, he’s got a major crush on you, and he has for most of the year now.  And maybe he thinks he’s funny and that gives him some unnecessary confidence, but not enough to admit his actual feelings.

He thinks you like him back, but he’s not too sure yet.  And he’s too nervous to make a real move.

“Maybe,” You shrug.  “Or just to the hall… I’m going to the vending machine” You add, before getting up and heading out of the library.

It takes him a minute, but soon enough he’s tripping over his feet to follow you out to the hall.

“So I have to ask,” You speak first, because you know he’s too nervous to.  “Why you always bother me in the library?”

“Obviously, because your friends aren’t with you to beat me up” He half-jokes, and despite yourself, you giggle.

“They wouldn’t do that,” You assure him.  “Well, maybe.  But they know that I think it’s cute… so they probably wouldn’t…” 

You dare a glance over at him, and you know that you’re blushing because your face feels super warm, but his cheeks are growing pink too, so you’re not too embarrassed by it.

“You know I-” 

“I’m fucking pissed! I’ll fucking kill him!” 

The distant voice-cracking screams are around the corner of the corridor, but they’re easily recognizable as Henry Bowers, and shortly after, the pair of you can hear him and his friends stomping down the hall, getting closer.

Richie knows that Henry isn’t screaming about him, but he also knows that Henry doesn’t particularly like him.  And if he’s already pissed off, seeing Richie isn’t gonna ease his mood by any means.

“Ah, fuck,” The glasses wearing boy next to you grumbled.  “I gottta- we gotta-”

“When I fucking see that motherfucker, I’m gonna tear him to shreds!” 

“Bowers looking for you?” You tease with a short giggle, but Richie doesn’t share the same amusement as you do in the situation.

“(y/n) will you fucking haul ass because he’s about to come around that corner and I think he’s gonna fucking kill me- oomph-!”

He was about to make a run for it, but you were faster.

Just as Henry and his crew of dumbasses rounded the corner, you’d grabbed the collar of Richie’s shirt, pulled him back against the wall, and slammed your lips against his.

It was instantaneous stress relief.  Richie almost didn’t hear the whoops and whistles of the older kids walking past, not caring who it was that was ‘gettin’ some’ as they’d called it, too busy going on their rampage.

You didn’t mind one bit, leisurely locking lips with the boy the way you’d been secretly fantasizing about all year.  And you kept kissing him until the Bowers Gang had been long gone.

With great reluctance, Richie pulled away, although he was very willing to pass out from the lack of air.

“No fuckin’ way that just worked,” He said, eyes wide with delight and excitement, and it makes you giggle at just how adorable he is.  “You just did that!” 

“Yeah yeah,” You rolled your eyes this time, and let go of his collar to slide your hands around his neck.  “Would you please just shut up for once and kiss me again?”

You find yourself saying that a lot over the time that you later spend with Richie. Mostly because it always works.

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Kiss 75 with Richie pls? ❤️

Kiss Prompt #75: Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing ___

You always got in the zone when you were reading.

It was one of your favorite pastimes, and nothing was better than getting sucked into a good story.  You could sit in the same spot for hours and just immerse yourself into the plot- hell, there were some days that you wouldn’t be able put a book down until it was finished.

In your opinion, it was time well spent.

Your boyfriend did not share this opinion.

Richie was a guy that needed a lot of attention, that much was obvious, and you’d known this about him long before you began dating.

Sometimes he’d take what he could get on the days where you would lounge and read.  This usually involved in him laying on your lap, or holding you in his, and most of the time he would just fall right asleep.

(Especially if you would pet his hair or read aloud to him.  Richie really was just a baby)

Today was not one of those days.  He was too wound up to sit patiently while you did your thing.

He’d already begged you to entertain him, but his whines fell on deaf ears.  You were far too consumed by your new book to babysit him right now.

He’d also tried cuddling up with you, but he was too restless and wouldn’t stop squirming.

And so that brings us to the present, where he’s sitting next to you on the sofa and pouting, because he really needed your affection right now.

“You’ll be alright,” You told him, in that sweet and tired voice you always used when he wasn’t getting his way.  “Stop being pouty” 

“I won’t” He whines back, his bottom lip jutting out, thinking maybe he can guilt trip you.

It doesn’t work, because you don’t even look up from your page.

“You will” You hum back.

His head falls to your shoulder, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes that would have worked, had you given him an ounce of your attention.  You’d fallen for that trap before, so you stuck to your reading.

When he pretended to sniffle, your will started to break, and with a sigh, you turned to face him.

“Richie- just one more hour-”

He cuts you off from your negotiating before you can even really start, his lips on yours and his hands wrapping hands around your hips firmly, so that he could turn you towards him and pull you snugly against his chest.

Sure, you could’ve pushed him off and picked up the book you’d dropped, and he wouldn’t have persisted any further.

But…

Your arms wound around his neck, and you barely pulled him towards you before you were flat on the couch, the man you love over top of you, kissing you senseless.

He was just such a good kisser.`

You gasped for breath when his lips trailed along your jaw, making their way to your neck.

“You’re such a distraction” You muttered, almost in annoyance, but the smile on your swollen lips was impossible to hide.

He pulled away, despite the pout now on your face.

He wanted to tease you for it, but decided against it.

“Sex on the couch?” You asked excitedly, raising your brows.

“Babe,” He says, like he’s touched by the question.  “I thought you’d never ask!”

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Accidentally witnessed kiss pls!

Kiss Prompt #52: Accidentally Witnessed Kiss

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Today was the day that you were going to stop being a pussy and tell Richie how you felt about him.

At least, Beverly had told you that this morning.  But you were pretty sure she was only trying to boost your confidence because she was tired hearing about your crush on the trashmouth, and it was time to make a move.

All day you planned it out.  What you wanted to say, and mentally preparing yourself for whatever reaction he may have.  You didn’t think he’d reject you, because you were fairly certain he returned your feelings, but just in case you wanted to be ready for the blow.

The Losers Club was going to hang out that evening at the quarry, and so the plan plan was to pull him aside at some point, and just tell him everything.

Now that you were here though, you weren’t so sure.

It had been a few hours, of cliff jumping and swimming, lounging and making fun of each other as you always do.  And it had been a good time, but your nerves were just eating you alive.

You thought you might puke.  Or die.

Puke and then die, you supposed.

“Y’alright cuteness?” 

You turned sharply to Richie as soon as he’d set a hand on your shoulder.  Surely your face was as red as a tomato as you forced yourself to nod your head.

If you spoke, you’d probably stutter.

Or puke and die, that voice in your head reminded you.

Richie just chuckled, and handed you the cigarette he’d been smoking.  You weren’t much of a smoker yourself, you could never get over the burn in your throat and the ache in your lungs, but you took it and inhaled for a bit too long anyways.

It took everything in your power not to cough as you handed him back the cig, and Richie could tell you were trying to hold it back.  It made him laugh again.

“You kinda look like you’re gonna be sick,” He says.  “You sure you’re alright?”

Puke and die- puke and die- !!

“I’m fine,” You answered, clearing your throat to get rid of the tingling sensation.  “Thank you” 

Richie raised a brow, as though waiting for a reasonable answer, but you just stared back at him, not giving him one.

The two of you had always been close, but in the past few months he’d realized that you’d been more reserved than normal.  You didn’t talk to him as much, didn’t go out of your way to see him, or even say hi in the hallway.

Richie was starting to think you didn’t like him anymore, or that he’d done something to upset you.  But then again, here you were blushing in front of him in a way that suggested something completely different.

He just couldn’t get a read on you.

Oh my god if it’s silent for one more second I’m going to puke and die.

“Do you need a ride home later?” He asked suddenly, speaking before even thinking about it.

She came here with Bev, she doesn’t need a ride from me, you idiot!!

“Sure,” You answered softly, and shrugged your shoulders.  “Thanks” 

Richie nods, and then spins on his heel and walks off before he can say anything else that was stupid.

You blinked, watching him walk away, before shaking your head and composing yourself.

Well that was awkward.

At least you didn’t puke.

It was a few hours until the sun had long set and everyone was ready to head home.  Stan had already snuck off two hours ago to get to bed at a proper time.

You lingered by Richie awkwardly while everyone said their goodbyes.  He gave you a grin and asked if you were ready to go, to which you nodded back at him, and followed him to his car.

Richie’s car was everything it was expected to be.  Old, beat down, reeking of pot, and honestly every time he turned the key in the ignition, it was a miracle it even started.

Your leg was bouncing, and your hands were wringing together in a nonstop anxious fashion- neither of these things went unnoticed by Richie, and finally, he just had to ask.

“Okay (y/n), what’s going on, are we still friends-?”

“I like you, Richie-”

Unfortunately, you both broke at the same time, and as soon as the words came out of your mouth, and almost instantly your eyes widened with embarrassment.

All day long you’d repeated in your head what you had wanted to say, and just blurting out your feelings like that had not been a part of your plan.

“Like me? Like you have a crush on me?” Richie asked incredulously, and for a second you thought he might laugh at you.

You nodded, face getting hotter by the second.  The embarrassment was too much to bear, you thought you might pass out.

Puke and die! Puke and die! PUKE AND DIE!

“Oh, thank fuck” He muttered, and before you could process what was happening, his hands were cupping your face and his lips were on yours.

It was fast, probably because he was nervous that he’d moved too quickly, and you probably should have closed your eyes, but he was pulling away before you could.

“Sorry- I just- I thought that you didn’t like me anymore” He says, and a small anxious laugh tumbles out of your lips.

“Really?” You ask, and he nods his head.  “Wow, you had it way wrong.  Like seriously wrong.  I like you too much” 

You start to giggle, and he’s blushing in the cutest freaking way, and it just makes you want to kiss him again.  So of course, you do.

You lean over the center console a bit, eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips in a moment of hesitation, before you both leaned in and your lips crashed together in a much more passionate kiss than the one he’d given you a minute ago.

It was probably the best kiss of your life.  But then again, you’ve only been kissed a handful of times.

You were just about to test the waters and comb your fingers through his hair when there was a loud gasp, and then a wild knock on the windshield.

You and Richie broke apart right away, eyes darting to where Eddie was outside of the car, screaming about germs and STDs, and then stormed off towards Bill’s car while still screaming and muttering.

The pair of you looked back at one another, in shock for only a moment, before you burst out laughing and went back to what you were doing anyways.

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44? With Richie T.

Kiss Prompt #44: Tender Kiss

You had a bedtime routine, and it was a simple routine really.

Pajamas first, sometimes even putting them on right after dinner so you could snuggle up with your boyfriend on the couch.

Then came skin care, a simple routine really, just a mask you’d apply and wear for twenty minutes.  In the meantime there were a handful of things you could do.  Laundry, reading, catching up on socials, listen to Richie practice his new content with you.

And then you wipe the mask off, scrub your face clean, and usually give yourself a smile in the mirror from how good it feels.

Next you brush your teeth, and Richie always tries to talk to you, with his mouth full of paste.  You hardly ever understood him, and sometimes he would just be babbling on about dumb or sappy shit, but it was always amusing.

You’d go to bed together, cuddling up as you would read or watch tv.  You always start to fall asleep before he does.

But lastly was the best part of the routine.

You’d tell Richie goodnight before leaning up to meet his eyes, and he’d give you a sweet and soft goodnight kiss.  It always left a smile on your face before you’d wrap the blankets around yourself and settle your head on his chest to go to sleep.

Twenty five years you’ve been getting that kiss, and you could only hope that you’d keep receiving it for the rest of your life.

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Can you pls do 46 from the kiss list? Thanks hun x

Kiss Prompt #46: A Long Kiss

“Um… babe?” 

You hummed, not looking up from where you were doing the dishes when Richie had called to you.

The nickname didn’t through you, because Richie was always using pet names.  In fact, you weren’t sure when the last time was that he even called you by your first name.  It was always babe, or honey, or sweetcheeks.  He’d been like that ever since you met. 

Not that you minded of course.  You had a massive crush on him, and you’d take what cute things you could get.

“Why are you doing the dishes? It’s Stan’s house”

He had a point.  It wasn’t your responsibility, and no one had asked you to do it, but you had gravitated towards the kitchen earlier to have just a moment of privacy.

“I don’t mind,” You told him.  “I needed a breather anyways” You added in a quieter voice.

“Somethin’ happen?” He asked, inviting himself to hang around in the kitchen to keep you company.

“No,” You answer honestly.  “But, you know me.  I can only handle so much concentrated Richie at once” You put a hand to your mouth to stifle your own giggles.

Richie rolled his eyes.

“Come on babe, I know I’m your favorite and you just won’t admit it” 

You cast him a glare over your shoulder, but when you turned back to the dishes again, it quickly vanished and there was only a soft smile left.

“You keep telling yourself that, Tozier” You murmur.

You get back to working on the dishes- there are a lot of you shacked up at the house right now, so there are a lot of dishes- and you know its hard to concentrate when Richie’s just standing there.

After the silence becomes uncomfortable, you speak up again.

“So… what’re you doing?” You asked, still washing dishes.

“Waiting for you to be done washing dishes, I guess”

You laugh, but he doesn’t say anything else, so you look over at him again.  He’s just leaning against the opposite counter, and you realized he was serious.

“Well, what for?” You asked, deciding to stall in your chore, and turn around completely to give him your attention.

“Because we don’t talk enough” He shrugs again.

Your brows raise in surprise, and a smile tugs on your lips.

“That’s it? I’m right here… what’d you want to talk about?” 

He opens his mouth, like he’s about to say something, but then he doesn’t really say anything.

And then he mumbled, “I don’t know” 

Your hands grasp onto the counter behind you, knuckles white you’re holding it so tightly.

“Were Stan and Eddie picking on you again? I don’t understand why you let them get to you, just make some joke about their moms and you’ll feel better-”

“No I- I didn’t come in here for that I…” He cut her off, cheeks pink from the suggestion, how quickly you’d offered to help.  “I wanted to talk about… um…”

You waited patiently.  It wasn’t often that Richie didn’t have anything to say, so whatever it was, you knew was bothering him.

“You know how there’s homecoming next week?”

You’re already smiling, but he’s staring down at the floor so he doesn’t catch it.

“Yes…?” You answer, waiting for him continue.

“Would you…”

“Yes…?” 

“… give me some tips on how to ask Stan, because I feel like he won’t take seriously-”

“Richie Tozier, shut the fuck up” You rolled your eyes, and reached your hand under the running water behind you to dart forward and flick it in his face.

He burst out into laughter, wiping his face and swatting away your hand.

“Ah, come on doll face you know you’re the only one I’d ever ask”He said.

You realized he’d grabbed onto your hand in an attempt at getting you to stop flicking water at him.

“For real?” You asked, in that tired way that you sometimes had to use with him (because wow he could be annoying).

“Yeah, for real!” He answers, shocked you could even ask that.  “What, is that a bad thing?”

“No, of course not,” You said with a shake of your head.  “Just… a surprise, is all,” 

You smile at him, and link your fingers through his, securing your hold on his hand.

“But yeah, I’d love to go to homecoming with you”

“You’d love it?” He teased.  “What, have you been waiting for this your wold life, princess?”

You giggle, and shaking your head back and forth.  But your voice contradicts the action.

“Maybe” 

His brows knit together for a moment as he studies your face, memorizes the way that the corner of your lip quirks up, and how it’s clear you’re trying to hide it, but you just can’t.

And then he surprises you again, by leaning over and gently places his lips against yours.

It takes a mere second for your eyes to flutter shut, and for you to kiss him back.  Your hand reaching up to lay against his shoulder as you reveled in every second you spent kissing this boy.

You don’t part until it’s absolutely necessary, your wide eyes meeting his, and a smile forcing itself onto your lips again.  You only stay apart for a moment, to catch a breath, before you collide again.

So maybe you’d both had a tiny harmless crush on each other this whole time… 

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38 from kiss prompts please 💛

Kiss Prompt #38: Awkward Teenage Crush Kiss

It was awkward enough, being a teenager.

And then add on the fact that he’s got this horrible, unrelenting, completely overpowering crush.

And that crush just had to be you.

Of the billions of people on this planet, the person that Richie had to go and catch feelings for, was his best friend,

It was about as awkward as awkward could get.  And it just wasn’t fair, because he knew that you would never see him that way, or return the feelings that he held for you.  It was bullshit.

“Want to watch a movie?” You asked, and he nodded back at you, and said you could pick whatever you wanted.

“I’ll make the popcorn” He says, and shoots up from the couch to go to the kitchen as fast as possible.

Not to mention, as of late, his feelings only seemed to get worse.

Just when he thought you couldn’t get cuter, or funnier, you go and prove him wrong, and he’s concluded that it will be the death of him.

He makes it through most of the movie.  And by ‘makes it’ I mean he manages to not sit and stare at you the whole time.  Even when you lean against him, even when your fingers are tracing shapes in his open palm, even when you’re whispering your little commentary through it.  

He does his best.

But I mean come on, his best is only so good.

And for some reason, even though you’ve both watched this movie a dozen times, when he two you’re rooting for to get together finally admit their feelings and have their momentous kiss, his heart’s pounding a little harder in his chest.

Actually, it’s pounding significantly harder, enough that he thinks you might have heard it, because you lean your head off his shoulder and look up at him.

He almost apologizes, but you just give him a small smile and reposition your head to be more comfortable.

Phew.

The characters on the screen are exchanging their declarations of love, and while Richie thinks about how unrealistic it is, he also lets himself daydream for a moment about how good that would feel to do.

One thing leads to another and it dawns on him that it would lift such a grand weight off his shoulders to just admit how he feels about you.  And maybe he would humiliate himself and you’d reject him, but at least he could say he tried.

So he glances down at you, while the tv couple are furiously making out.

You catch his movement instantly, and sit up properly, holding his gaze.  You rack your brain for something to say, but nothing comes to mind, so you just stare at him.

“(y/n)?”

“Richie?” 

He doesn’t say anything else, just leans forward and kisses you.  It’s sudden, and it takes you by surprise, but somehow it doesn’t at all.  It felt right, natural, like he was supposed to do it, like you’d been waiting for him to do it.

But he pulls away all too soon, realizing the consequences of his actions.  You’reboth staring at each other with the same expression- all pink cheeks and wide eyes, lips still parted, and waiting for the other to say or do something first.

“You just kissed me” You stated the obvious, albeit a but breathlessly.

“Holy fucking shit,” Richie blinked, eyes wildly flickering between yours.  “I shouldn’t have done that”

“Um…” You roll your lips together before shrugging a shoulder.  “I- I mean I wouldn’t say that… but uh…” 

Your eyes nervously wander to your lap before glancing back up at him.

“I think you should do it again”

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11 kiss w richie 🥺🥺 im a hoe for it

Kiss Prompt #11: I Almost Lost You Kiss

When you thought about the plan for your life, you did not picture a demon clown ruining your life.

But here you were, fighting said demon clown, with sewer trash.

The realization made you realize that this felt like a movie, with how crazy this bullshit was.

You were supposed to be playing games at the arcade with Richie.

Glancing over at him now, watching him swing around a bat he’d found.  Your heart broke a little bit, because you were so afraid that this craziness was gong to drive a wedge between you.

Had this Pennywise shit not happened this summer, you might’ve found the courage to tell him that you were kinda sorta… inlovewithhim.

You took the pipe in your hand and swung it as hard as you could over your head, and smashing it down onto the clown’s skull.

It had felt like hours, the eight of you beating the shit out of this monster, when really it couldn’t have been longer than ten minutes.

You were already bruised and bleeding, and had you not been fighting for your life you definitely would have collapsed by now.

However this as a demon you were fighting, with demon-like strength.  So it only took one swing of his large clawed arm and your body went flying.

At least there was a pile of trash to break your fall.

“(y/n)!” 

Richie was the first to react, before you’d even processed what had just happened.

He abandoned the fight to race after you, helping you to sit up, and widely checking over your injuries.

“Holy fuck- holy shit- are you alright? Is anything broken?”

“I’m fine, Rich- it’s fine, calm down,” You chuckle, and push yourself up on shaky arms.  “Help me up” 

You’re catching your breath, and it feels like your lungs are about to collapse, but none of that mattered.  You had a clown to take down.

“You good?” He asked, and you nodded.

“And you?”

He nodded back, and just like that, you were beating your weapons on the monster again.

God, what had your life become?

You thought you were winning, you thought you’d had it down, he seemed to be failing in his attempts to scare any of you.  Probably because any fear you’d once felt had morphed into a violent anger.

That is, right up until It had grabbed Richie’s bat just as he’d swung it, and threw it right out of his grasp, leaving him weaponless.  You hadn’t thought twice about it, you thought he’d be able to grab some other piece of garbage and get back to fighting.

However, he didn’t have the time to, because It had acted first.

He’d been knocked down before you could even shout for him to duck from the swing.

“Richie!” 

You wanted to run over there, but you’d been grabbed around the waist by It’s large claw before you could get to him.

It didn’t matter how much you thrashed or beat on the claw, because his grip was too strong and you knew you weren’t going to get away anytime soon.

Luckily Bev came to the rescue, landing the final blow, which was actually a pipe through the skull, and Pennywise dropped you from his hold.  You didn’t bother seeing what happened next, you only cared about getting to Richie.

“Hey- Richie, hey, wake up,” You shook his shoulders gently, but that didn’t seem to work.  “Richie- Richie-!” 

You didn’t realize you were crying until it was so much that the tears clouded your vision.  He wasn’t moving, he wasn’t responding, and you were starting to freak out at the thought that he might… not… wake up.

You were only mumbling, babbling, and pleading incoherently.  The Losers could barely make out what you are saying, you couldn’t even hear yourself, your ears were full of the beating of your own heart, rapid and afraid.

In a moment of reality, you dropped your head to his chest, pressing your ear as close as you could to listen for a heart beat.

“It- It’s still beating! His heart’s still beating!” You announced, shooting up, and taking his face in your hands.  “Wake up! Wake up wake up wakeupwakeup”

You just kept shaking, and then pushing his haircut of his face, waiting rather impatiently for his eyes to open again.

“Come on,” You mumbled, leaning in close.  “Come on Rich, wake up” 

You bit down hard on your lip, and blinked away the tears.

It was slow, and he definitely had you on the edge of your seat.

But his eyes opened, and he took in a deep and ragged breath, and it took every fiber of your being not to scream in delight.

“What the fuck-” He grumbled, starting to push himself up on shaky arms.

But before he could sit up, you were leaping into his chest, and he fell back down to the ground.

Without thinking twice, you sealed your lips against his in a desperately needed kiss.

His eyes widened at the action, but before he could do anything about it, you were pulling away, and wrapping your arms around him as you helped him to sit up, hugging onto him so tight he almost couldn’t catch his breath.

“Thank god, thank god, thank god,” You mumbled into his shoulder like a mantra.  “You fucking scared me” 

He held you tight, rubbing your back in comforting circles.

“I’m okay, I’m alright,” He muttered back, before pushing his face into your hair and holding you impossible closer.  “We’re all alright”

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If you're still taking kiss asks- I think it was 33 that was a kiss in a dream? Ik you wrote hot dream but if you're up to writing another dream kiss I wouldn't be mad

Kiss Prompt #33: Kiss In A Dream

“Come on, it’s no big deal, just take my hand” 

“I don’t understand why I have to keep my eyes closed” You argued, but Richie put his hand up to your eyes before you could open them.

“Because it’s a surprise!” He declared.

You grumbled something, but he must not have cared, because he kept his hand over your eyes, and his other hand pulled you along beside him.

You went along with it, until you tripped, and you would have fallen had Richie not wrapped his arm around you to keep you walking by his side.

“Richie Tozier would you just let me walk for my fucking self before I break a leg!”

“Sure thing, toots,” He said, dropping his hands from you so you could see where you were.

You turned to him with playful glare and a smirk.

“Well, are you surprised-?”

“The quarry!?” You shouted, smacking his arm as you burst into a fit of laughter.  “You made me walk all this way for a surprise- which was a place we go to every weekend? That’s not a surprise!” 

He laughed with you, before grabbing onto your hand again, and pulling you closer.  Your giggles grew softer as your own arms wound around his neck, and you leaned on the tips of your toes with a smile.

Without a second thought he’d leaned down and kissed you, sweetly, the kind of kiss that makes your heart flutter and you just want to hold and kiss him for six hours-

You shot up in bed, eyes wide, gasping for breath from the sudden jolt from your slumber.

Oh, wow, your heart sure was racing, like you’d just had the striking realization that you had a crush or something-

Oh.

Oh wow.

Richie?

This was going to be interesting.

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Can you possibly do kiss prompts #33 or 39, your choice, with Richie pls? (●´ω｀●)

Kiss Prompt #39: Spin The Bottle Kiss

I wrote something like this a while back, here’s the link bc it’s probably better than this

“I don’t want to play” 

“You’re playing”

“No- Richie, no, it’s childish”

“No it’s not! You’re just not fun!”

“I am too fun- I don’t have to kiss strangers to be fun!” 

“Oh yes you do” 

You groaned and continued to protest, but Richie kept on dragging you along anyways, and it was no use.

You sat right down next to him, pouting the entire time.  But Richie kept on nudging you and making you laugh.  You tried not to- but he always had a way of getting you to lighten up.

For the most part you just sat back and watched other people have to kiss.  It was kind of funny, and kind of amusing.  For such a large party, and the big circle of people, most people didn’t seem to want to kiss at all.

You wondered if most people only played in hopes of kissing that one person.

At the thought you glanced over to Richie, and he gave you a wide grin, before poking your arm.

“What?” You asked.

“It’s your turn” He repeated, gesturing to the bottle on the floor.

“What?” You repeated, this time in a hiss.

“Yeah!” He said enthusiastically, and proceeded to smack your shoulder until you would finally just spin the damn bottle.

It’s just a kiss, who cares? You thought to yourself, trying to convince yourself that it was no big deal.

But as you waited for the bottle to stop spinning, you realized you were grinding your teeth, and oh my god am I sweating?

And when it started to slow, your heart started beating wildly in your chest.

Finally it stopped, and you swore your heart did too.

Because of course, it had to land on Richie fucking Tozier.  

You turned to him, about to tell him that it’s no big deal (even though your heart was racing in your chest and your whole face was starting to heat up from the mere idea of kissing him) but he didn’t look appalled by the idea at all.

In fact, he was pursing his lips and making obnoxious kissing sounds.  It was annoying as hell, and you rolled your eyes.

But… you couldn’t help but lean in and kiss those lips that he’d put on display for you.  I mean… you’d been thinking about kissing them for a few months now, and this was the one time that you had a get-out-of-jail-free card on kissing.

You didn’t expect him to grab you the way he did, and kiss you back like it was his dying wish.  But damn, you couldn’t complain.

(And you kinda liked the way your peers whooped and cheered for the show you were putting on)

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61 with richie?? your writing is so amazing, every single time my heart goes gjfjfcj!

Kiss Prompt #61: Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp

You loved Richie, you loved Richie so much.  And sometimes the only way you could really express how much you love him was by just kissing him.

And… maybe sometimes theses moments popped up when you weren’t expecting them.

Or… when the only option had been to grab his hand and drag him to the nearest closet.

“Babe, I love you, I do,” Richie started, hands on your shoulders before you could start kissing him- as he knew you would because he just knew you that well.  “But we were in the middle of the movie, I think our friends are gonna know-”

“I love you too,” You said, leaning up to kiss him.  “But I don’t care”

Well, he tried.

In an instant he had his hands around your waist, your back pressed against the closed door, and his lips were burning against yours.

He could feel you smirking as you leisurely wrapped your arms around his neck and made sure he stayed as close to you as possible.

You’d been dating Richie since your freshman year.  And the kissing game back then hadn’t been ideal… but… damn.

He pushed his knee between your legs, propping you up just a bit, and all you could think was that this was proper character development.

His fingers just barely skimmed under your shirt, his featherlight touch dancing so delicately over your skin that it sent a chill down your spine, and a short gasp escaped your mouth.

He took the opportunity to trace his tongue over your bottom lip.

knock knock knock

“Hey guys!” Mike hollered from the other side, and you and Richie broke apart for a sec.  “First of all, thank you for going into the closet this time”

“No problem man!” Richie replied, snickering, and only laughing more when you swatted his chest.

“And second, we’re gonna order pizza!” 

“Sounds good!” You said, giving Richie a bored look, because you didn’t want to lose the momentum you’d had from Mike interrupting you.

“Okay guys, proceed” 

Richie chuckled, and reached for the handle of the door, but you stopped him before he could open it.

“Just a few more minutes?” You asked, sticking out your bottom lip and batting your eyelashes.  “Please?”

He shrugs playfully and grins.

“I don’t see why not”

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the way to your heart - chapter six

pairing: fuckboy!exbestfriend!Tom x reader | college au

summery: Tom Holland was your best friend in middle and high school and now he is the biggest player in college. Everything changed in only a few years and the only thing you want is to stay away from trouble, especially because Tom is the definition of trouble. But it is hard to stay away if there is a post-it note with a cheesy pick up line on your desk every day — from none other than Tom Holland.

warnings: swearing, some angst and a fight if you can call it that

word count: 1,7k

A/N: it’s been a while… all i want to say is: have fun with tom is an idiot part 2 🌝

the other parts are in my masterlist

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Who The Stars Belong To (Joe Mazzello x Reader)

Description: You’re an angel. Congratulations! Now you’re a fallen angel and you crash land through the roof of a building and right into a man’s apartment.  Notes: I don’t usually do fics with real people. I wrote this one a very long time ago and never finished it, but it’s been a bit since I’ve posted (I’m working on something) and this was the best of my unfinished fics :)  I mixed a LOT of religions into this. I hope I don’t offend anyone - I myself am not highly religious, but some of my beliefs are in here. Gender neutral. Word Count: 8.7k

I am a storm. I am an oncoming battle, the thunders of a thousand wars, of a million bloodshed plains. I am the breeze of summer and the wisps of winter frost. I am a god beholden to you but nothing to your universe. And in the dead of night, I am your savior.

All you knew was life in the heavens. Being God’s messenger had its perks and all that, like getting to know a lot of the higher archangels, but you would never know what the earth held. Stories were your staple, and other than God’s word, it was what you existed on.

Before you knew it you were hurtling down to earth a hundred miles an hour, watching your home in the stars disappear from view as your eyes became human. The light of God faded away, the guidance disappeared, and you could feel your halo burn into the sky, dissipating into the darkness. Though panic pulsed through you, fresh blood appearing through once empty veins, your expression was calm. As you pounded an imprint through the clouds as you fell through them your wings began to burn, and you became a falling star, a child’s wish to never be granted.

Once your back hit the hardness of ground, you blacked out.

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dr holland - t.s.h

Word Count: 1k Warnings: nothing at all lol. Request/Summary: pediatrician!tom winning over single!mom reader’s shy little one with a spider-man plushie to play with while he does a checkup and the momma requesting another doctor and tom is concerned because he thought he did well but it turns out she wanted to ask him out and didn’t want him to be uncomfortable being the doctor and the boyfriend A/N: oof okay so this was supposed to be a blurb, but got long!! and i figured yall deserve more fics anyway, so here we are. i hope you like it! feedback would be much appreciated 💛

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Ben, your three-year-old, clung to your shirt as soon as the doctor entered the room. He was shy to begin with, and he was not at all a fan of the doctor’s office, so you were fairly certain the rest of the appointment was not going to go smoothly. You’d never seen this doctor before, but you’d heard good things.

You were taken aback when an attractive, young man — who looked to be about your age — entered the room, “Good morning! I’m Dr. Holland,” he gave you a smile before turning his attention to your little boy, “You must be Benjamin, right?”

Ben only buried his face further into your shirt, hiding away from the stranger. Pressing a kiss to his head, you spoke to your son, “Can you say hi, Ben?” Without saying anything, Ben shook his head quickly, refusing to look up. Glancing up at the doctor, you smiled apologetically, “Sorry, he’s pretty shy. Dr. Holland, was it?”

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Slowed Response.

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Request by anon: Can you do a Harrison fic please where he doesn’t realize that he likes her when she told him and it’s all angsty but with a happy ending??❤️

Gif is not my own

Requests are closed🤍

Finding old photos and videos on your phone was always a nostalgic moment. You did it all the time and scrolled back through your camera roll to look through all of yours forgotten memories. It didn’t really seem like much more than that today as you passed time in the flat on your own.

That was until you stumbled upon more and more photos and videos of the boy you’d been trying to forget.

Allow me to backtrack.

You and Harrison had been friends for years, having met him, Tom and Tuwaine when you were all at the Brit School. You’d quickly become close friends with all of them. It had been that way ever since. Though, something along the line had always been different with you and Harrison. You’d always just been a little closer with him than you were with the other two. He’d just always been that one person in your life. That one that knew literally everything there was to know about you. The one who picked you up when you were feeling low, who knew all of the right things to say when everyone else was saying everything wrong. He was Harrison. And, in him, you’d found everything good there was to find in a person. You weren’t quite sure when your heart had twisted that into anything more than a good friendship.

There are far too many videos that melt your heart into more unfixable pieces as you scroll back through. One of all four of you on holiday and were dancing by the pool. Harrison had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and starting off the boys’ attempt to throw you into the water. You’d somehow managed to pull him in with you and both of you ended up in stitches.

The next video was oddly enough one of your favourite ones of him. It was from when you’d first moved into your flat, when you’d managed to successfully achieve your goal of living in your own London property. He’d been so proud of you for your accomplishment. And he’d been there to get the keys with you. Later that day, he’d sent you a short video of him grinning in your new place along with a message about how excited he was for you to have your own place - he’d told you he was already planning your first mega movie night and had already found some great places for hide and seek.

Instead, you now lay on the couch in that flat completely on your own. It had been two weeks since you’d confessed how you felt to Harrison and you hadn’t even spoken to him since then. You’d thought you were good at handling rejection, especially as an actor. But clearly that rejection coming from your best friend was a completely different experience. He’d tried to make things better, defending his uncertain reactions to try to ease the pain in your eyes. You’d left before he could try to explain himself anymore. It wasn’t worth putting yourself through any more pain.

Since then, Tom, his brothers, Tuwaine, even Charlotte, had been ringing you relentlessly to try to get some sort of contact from you. You’d instead reply to their missed calls with a text to tell them you were fine and that you just needed some space. It wasn’t worth anything more than that. Nobody of them would be able to tell you what you wanted to hear. And that one conversation with Harrison had already given you enough of things you never wanted to hear again. He felt so guilty, so gut wrenchingly awful for having to reject you. That’s what made it even worse. It just felt like he didn’t have it in him to feel that way for you. It was nothing to do with you. It was just not something he felt.

You didn’t realise how many times you’d replayed that same video of him in your flat until you flinch at the sound of someone at your door. Maybe it was just a neighbour - probably requesting that you stop crying at 3am, or leaving Netflix on overnight because they can hear it from next door. Though, when you drag yourself from the sofa and go to open your apartment door, it’s Tom stood on the other side.

“Hey,” He sighs as he sees you, “Somebody let me in downstairs, I didn’t know if you’d let me in otherwise.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re not the friend I confessed my love to and then got rejected by!” Sarcasm seemed like a good way of dealing with things recently, or all of the time for that matter.

He wants to laugh but the words are too heavy to find any sort of jovial response, “I brought smoothies?”

You smile a little, “Then you may enter.”

Tom smiles and steps into your flat, still clean despite your low mental state.

“Sorry I’ve been a bit... absent,” You comment, fiddling with the waistband of your joggers, “I just needed some space.”

“Yeah, no, I know. It feels weird not having you at the house all the time,” Tom mentions as he sits down on the side of the couch that had been claimed as his from the start.

“Just because you need people there to make sure Tuwaine doesn’t burn the house down,” You roll your eyes, taking a drink from the smoothie he’d handed to you. Your favourite, thankfully.

Tom swallows the lump in his throat, “I’ve barely seen Harrison.”

You look up and frown, “Where’s he gone? I thought he was staying with you guys.”

“He is,” Tom scoffs, “That’s the problem. The boy’s practically confined himself to his room. He won’t really talk much, eats upstairs, sleeps in late. It’s like he’s punishing himself or something.”

“For what?”

“He knows he hurt you, (Y/n).”

“However I feel isn’t anything that he can control, he can’t feel guilty for not feeling the same way,” You shake your head, “He’s just confused, I’m sure.”

Tom sets down his drink and shifts in his seat, and you know this is about to be a moment where he shares some level of advice that is meant to be helpful.

“Me and Harrison have been best friends for years, I treat that boy like a brother. Same goes for you and Tuwaine. And I’d like to think that I know you all pretty well,” He begins, “I never expected things to happen the way they did.”

“You know I didn’t intend to fall in love with my best friend, Tom?” You raise your brows.

“No, no, I meant the way that he reacted,” He quickly assures you, “Every part of every way that he acts told me it was pretty much certain that he’d tell you he felt the same. I just think it took him by surprise, and he didn’t know how to respond.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “Yeah, well, his response seemed pretty clear to me. If he doesn’t feel the same way, there’s nothing I can do to change that.

Tom sighs and pulls you into his side to wrap an arm around you, “I’m so sorry, (Y/n).”

You let out a shaky breath. Today wouldn’t be another day full of tears for that boy. It couldn’t be.

“Did you mean that?” Tom mumbles after some time, “Have you really fallen in love with him?”

You sit up and purse your lips before responding, “With every part of me. And it terrifies me to think I’m going to have to force myself out of that.”

Tom can see it in your eyes, the most clear way of proving your words. You did love Harrison. More than you’d ever be able to compress into the short confession you’d given him. It wasn’t just the love ya’s you’d give to Tom or Tuwaine or Harry or Sam. It was a deepset three words that held a weight you’d been carrying for far longer than you should’ve done.

“You know there’s always a place for you at ours, nothing’s changed there. And I don’t want this all to change anything between me and you, or you and any of us. You know that, right?” Tom squeezes your arm as he pulls you back into his side.

You let out a shaky breath as you rest your head on his shoulder, “I know.”

He hears the way your voice cracks at the words and watches as your bottom lip starts to tremble.

“I just need some time to figure out how to get over losing him.”

With that, a tear slips from your eyes and falls helplessly down the length of your bare cheek.

“Shit, you’re going to make me cry,” Tom says shakily as his eyes well up too.

He shifts and turns to wrap both of his arms tightly around you as you cry into his chest.

“You haven’t lost him.”

But you’re not even sure that he believes the words as they fall flat into the tear stained air around you.

- - - - - -

It’s already way past dark when Tom gets in that night. He’d been so reluctant to leave you but you’d insisted constantly until he finally had to give in. He tries his best to keep quiet as he slips off his shoes at the door and locks it behind him.

Cautiously, he creeps toward the staircase of the house - only pausing when he sees the low light still coming through from the lounge. What were the odds that Harry had fallen asleep on the couch again?

Instead, it’s Haz he finds in the room alone.

“Hey,” Harrison speaks quietly, drained of energy, “Theres some leftovers from dinner if you want anything.”

“Oh, no, I’m okay man, I’ve already eaten,” Tom nods, scanning over the boy who was slowly slipping away from being his typical self.

“Where’ve you been?” Harrison asks, trying to inject some sort of life into the words.

Tom scratches at the back of his neck, “I... um, I went to see (Y/n).”

At that, Harrison perks up as his head whips round at the sound of your name being spoken, “(y/n)? How’s she doing? Is she okay?”

“She’s... getting better,” Tom nods, walking properly into the lounge and taking up the seat on the couch beside his best friend, “Still sarcastic as always.”

Harrison finds it in him to smile at the thought, “Did you talk about...”

“A little, yeah. She got pretty emotional so I avoided talking about you too much after that,” Tom admits, he didn’t want to lie and get caught in the middle of a situation already difficult enough, “It’s hard for her, you know it is. She feels like she’s lost you and that’s making her distance from everybody.”

“She hasn’t lost me, man,” Harrison interjects, “Come on, (Y/n)’ll never lose me.”

“That’s not the way she sees it, Haz. Come on, you rejected her after she told you she’d fallen in love with you. That’s not going to be easy for her to just bounce back from,” Tom encourages, his protective side towards you shining through, “You seriously don’t feel the same?”

Harrison gulps, “If I’m honest, I don’t know if I do. I’ve never felt that way about anyone before and (Y/n) seemed so sure of herself when she said it.”

Tom lets it sit for a moment as he looks at his best friend beside him. There’d always been something more between you and Harrison, all of the boys knew it. There was something about how upset he got after you argued, how excitedly he spoke about you whenever you were off doing something incredible, how he remembered every detail you’d told him. Tom knew that was way beyond the friend status that you and him would always have. It was just... obvious. He’d always expected something to happen, he’d never even questioned it. And he was reluctant to do so now - he knew Harrison too well.

“Well, then, how do you feel about her?” Tom persists.

“She’s incredible, of course she is. And we have the same sense of humour, we could talk for hours, she balances me out which is always good...”

“Okay, so do you see her in the same way you’d see any of us?”

“What?! No, no of course not,” Harrison is quick to defend, “It’s different with (Y/n).”

“Harrison, what did you tell your Mum about her when she was off filming last year?” Tom cocks a brow.

Harrison can’t help but swallow the lump in his throat and blink a few times before responding, “I told her that (Y/n) was the best person I’d ever meet. That she was like the better half of me...”

With that, Tom clasps Harrison on the shoulder and stands up, “Get some sleep, mate. Looks like you’ve got somewhere to be in the morning.”

- - - - - -

That night after Tom came round was probably the best you’d slept in a long time. You wake up at a reasonable time and even find yourself having a productive morning. Today’s coping method was positive. You put on some music in the flat and let the songs trickle loudly into every room as you went about a cleaning day for the apartment. You were just washing the dishes when there was a knock at the door. Quickly, you pause your music and grab a fresh kitchen towel to dry your hands.

Again, you expect a neighbour or something when you open the door.

Not him.

“Hey (Y/n),” Harrison smiles lightly, bags under his eyes suggesting he’d been coping just as poorly as you had. You’d gone two weeks without speaking a word to this boy and, for you two, that felt like a lifetime already.

“Hey...” The word sounds weaker than you’d like it to, “How are you?”

“I’m good, you?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” You nod, “Um, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I just wanted to come round and see if you were okay,” Harrison mumbles, looking down to his feet that he scuffs on the floor to find any way of distracting himself.

“Come on then, at least make yourself useful,” You pull the teatowel from your shoulder and hand it out to him, “You dry and I’ll wash.”

Both of you return to the kitchen sink and start back up with washing and drying the dishes. He still remembers where everything goes as he puts it away after drying. There aren’t any words spoken between you two but a million thoughts colliding all at once. All you can think of is the last words you’d spoken to him and you were terrified of where things would pick up from if this was the next time you were speaking.

As you hand over the last plate, Harrison dries it and hands you the kitchen towel to let you dry your hands. Accidentally, his hand brushes yours as the exchange occurs and you find yourself reluctant to flinch away from the touch as your mind was telling you to. You wanted to still feel some connection to him.

“Im sorry I took so long,” Harrison comments, unsure as to whether he’s talking about coming to your home or to his realisation.

“No, that’s okay. I’m glad we gave each other some space,” You nod, folding your arms over yourself.

He glances around your kitchen like he’s trying to find anything to strike up a bit of conversation. His eyes fall upon the script left on your table, “What’s this?”

You go to respond but he picks it up and flicks through before you can.

“You got the part?!” His eye brows raise at he looks at you in half-shock.

“Yeah, um,” You tuck your hair behind your ear, “I got the first script through last week so I could get a feel for the character. But the part’s mine if I want it.”

Six weeks ago, it had been Harrison sat across from you helping you to run lines for the audition. Now? You hadn’t even told him when you’d got the part you’d been waiting for.

“God! That’s great (Y/n), that’s really great. I’m so proud of you!” He beams with that pride he always did at any success you had, though it’s more temporary than it normally would be, his sincerity returns, “You should’ve told me.”

“I didn’t really think that the next time I spoke to you, I’d just be calling to tell you about a role. That hardly seemed like a good way to start.”

“That’s the best way to start,” Harrison laughs, “I’ll help you run lines whenever you need.”

“That’s okay, I spoke to Tom about it yesterday and he’s already offered so-“

“I always help you with lines,” Harrison frowns.

It shouldn’t be such a big deal. But in that two weeks, his incomplete thoughts had caused him to lose that part of you. And he was realising more and more that his response two weeks ago was the worst response he could’ve possibly given you. And it might be too late to change that.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for either of us to spend too much time alone together for a while Haz. We’re both in different places and I don’t wa-“ You stop and swallow the fear in your throat, “I don’t want to let myself get hurt by you.”

If your closed off posture and averted eyes didn’t kill him already, those last words were enough to deliver the final fatal blow.

“I was an idiot two weeks ago (Y/n). I shouldn’t have reacted how I did,” He starts with caution as he sets the script back down onto the table and turns to focus all of his attention on you, “There are a thousand things I should’ve said and I instead chose to say none of them.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself Harrison, it’s my fault.”

“For what? Saying everything I was too scared to admit to myself?”

“Don’t say that Harrison,” You snap, turning away from him like even the look in his eyes was enough to break you again.

“No, (Y/n), it’s the truth and you know it deep down too. I was just so scared of admitting it to myself. And for the past weeks I’ve been thinking of everything I did to lead up to this point, where you’d fallen for me. What I hadn’t realised was that I’d got to that point at the same time, my mind just took a little longer to catch up - as always,” He half laughs, “So I’ve spent every day trying to think through everything I could say to you to make things better after what I’ve done and that’s when I realised that I didn’t need to make things better for you. I needed to make myself realise what I’ve been slowly getting to since we were fifteen.”

Your eyes brew a fresh set of tears at his words, your heart close to tearing at the thought of him saying all of this just to lessen his guilt. But the rest of you is praying for it all to be true.

“How could I not fall for you, (Y/n)?” He steps close behind you until you can practically feel the words touch your hair, your skin.

His hands reach out and he brushes his fingertips gently up your arms, slowly like he’s taking in every inch of you.

“How could I not fall for the girl I’ve been adoring since the first time she hugged me and convinced me to stop worrying about everything so much? Since she first met my family and treated them like she’d been a part of them forever. Since she first held my hand and somehow sealed every wound and every crack in my heart that was never going to break for anybody but for her,” His voice cracks and it becomes impossible for you to not turn around and face him.

It feels like the two of you are closer than ever now, after what felt like so long of being apart.

“I was an idiot (Y/n), and it shouldn’t have taken all of this for me to realise how I felt about you. But, if you’ll let me, I’ll spend every day making up for every day that we’ve lost, every day where I couldn’t have kissed you and told you I loved you in a way that I’d never love anyone else,” He smiles gently as his tears well up with tears to mirror your own, “You’re everything to me, (Y/n).”