Trashstack (again) - General - prompts: 1, 2, and 3 if possible! If not all three, just go ahead and do 1 please and thank u Ollie I love u 🥺🥺🥺
“It’s pouring rain. Why are you here?” + “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” + “I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”
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The rain is coming down so hard Richie can barely see. He is freezing and completely soaking wet. He pushes some hair out of his face, stumbles around a corner and almost trips, but manages to catch himself at the last minute. He takes a deep breath and looks around. Surely he has to be close.
And then he sees the building. Ben’s building.
Barely looking around, Richie stumbles into the street, and almost gets hit by a car. It honks as Richie yells and flips it the bird. He rights himself and keeps moving. When he gets to the otherside, he takes a breath before climbing the steps to the buzzer.
Holding his arms close to himself, Richie shivers as he tries to find Ben’s apartment number. He pushes the button.
Nothing.
He pushes again.
Still nothing.
Pushing again, he holds it down for a long time.
“What the fuck?” Ben’s voice cuts through.
“Ben. It’s me. Let me in.”
Silence.
“Ben. Please. I’m freezing my nuts off out here.”
“It’s pouring rain. Why are you here?” Ben asks.
“I want to talk to you. You left- You left before- Please.” Richie’s whiney and near tears and he fucking hates himself for it, but Ben had left him alone at the bar and Richie wants to make sure he’s ok, wants to talk to Ben more than he’s ever wanted to talk to anyone in his life.
“Please let me in, Ben.” He lets out a sob. “Please.”
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