Request: If you still need requests: Ryan and the reader are friends (and oc crushing on each other) and decide to have a snowball fight, but Ryan accidently hurts the reader and is really worried, but it's nothing severe and the reader is not made or anything, so they decide to go inside to warm up and the reader asks why Ryan was so worried, so he/ they confess. Sorry for the rambling xo
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"Ha!"
You laughed evilly as you launched a big snowball through the air, watching with a grin as it propelled itself forward and struck Ryan flush against his forehead.
The musician lost his footing on the slippery ground and stumbled back a few steps before eventually falling onto his backside. He hit both of his gloved hands into the snow with extra force before twisting them and gathering a pile of the ice, huffing in irritation as he glared at you across the expanse of your backyard.
"Oh, you're dead now, (Y/L/N)," he chuckled darkly, narrowing his eyes as he finished crafting his snowball and lifted himself back up.
"Hit me with your best shot, Ross," you taunted, pursing your lips and mocking him by dancing side to side.
A second later, his first snowball flew through the air with the intention of colliding with your face, but you skilfully side-stepped it and it ended up hitting one of the bare-branched trees.
Letting your cockiness get the better of you, you laughed triumphantly and turned to stick your tongue out at Ryan. Unfortunately for you, the moment you turned your head was the exact moment that he flung the second ball; this one hit you square in the face.
Having not anticipated the second snowball, you had had your eyes wide open – so when it hit you, a decent amount of ice flakes made its way into your eyes.
With a small cry, you staggered backwards until you were up against the tree, while your hands instinctively flew to try and still the discomfort in your eye. Meanwhile, a regretful Ryan came sprinting over to you, worry written all over his features.
"Oh my god, (Y/N), I'm so sorry," he rambled, holding out his hands and frowning at himself, "I didn't mean to hurt you, I swear. Oh, god. Are you okay? How bad does it hurt? Do we need to get you to a doctor? I can-"
"Calm down, Ry," you chuckled weakly, holding a hand up to silence him and slowly opening your eyes, "I'm okay. No need for doctors."
The ice had melted fairly quickly due to the high temperature of your body, leaving a pool of water for you to blink away. The only sign of the assault on your eye was the slight red tinge it left on your sclera.
"Are you sure?" he checked, bowing his head slightly and raising his brows.
"Yes," you assured him, pinching his cheek before cocking your head in the direction of the house, "but maybe we should just head inside. Ya know, before you decapitate me or something."
Ryan forced a feeble laugh at your joke but creased his forehead in concern as he watched you start for the patio door, before eventually following you.
"You're absolutely, one hundred percent sure that you're okay?" he asked again, slowly walking up to join you by the fireplace, where you had your arms outstretched in an effort to warm up.
Tossing an incredulous look in his direction, you scoffed. "For the last time, yes, Ryan. I'm totally fine. Why're you so worried that you somehow hurt me?"
The heat he felt rising in his cheeks was not at all a result of the glowing fire, and he turned his gaze away and nervously rubbed the back of his head.
"I just... don't want to see you hurt, is all," he mumbled with a shrug, focusing his gaze on the crackling pieces of wood, although he could feel your eyes on him, "Especially not because of something I did."
"It was only a silly snowball fight, Ry," you whispered.
"Except that it isn't." He found his confidence again, and so turned to look you in the eye, earnest expression on his face and sincerity in his body language. "When I say that I don't want to see you hurt, I mean ever. I never wanna see you unhappy or-or heartbroken, 'cause it literally pains me inside. All those times I've seen you crying over some idiot guy, I've gotten so angry that I honestly could've committed a murder. You don't deserve to ever feel like that. To be hurt like that – to be hurt in any way. And I just... I just don't want to be someone who causes you any type of pain. I love you, and I don't ever want to be like one of those assholes who you used to cry about."
Swallowing repeatedly to try and reopen your airway, you ignored the thumping of your heart in your chest and reached up to cup Ryan's beautiful face. With a careful guiding of his lips to yours, you kissed him softly, but with all of the emotion you could convey.
"Ryan," you breathed, pulling away but keeping a tight grip of his face, while his hands (that had snaked their way around your body during the kiss) squeezed your waist, "You won't ever make me feel like that. You're not like any of them, alright? And you never will be. I know you – you're good, you're kind, and you make me feel unlike anyone ever has before. The only thing you bring to my life is happiness. Not hurt."
"Never hurt," he stressed, kissing you again and stroking your hair as he did, "For as long as I live, (Y/N), I promise that I'll never hurt you."
And he never did.
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Thank you for reading x
Note: Yup. Pretty sure I hold the world record for the largest amount of shitty/cringey endings ever written.
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