Richie x Will (Ryers)

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An: again, i apologise for the last chapter o-o

{R}

Who is this.. Mike he was speaking off. Is it Mike Hanlon? It shouldn't, it couldn't, or was it a kid from the photo I saw of him and a bunch of friends from when they were younger? I have no clue. This had been keeping me up all night and i couldn't sleep for the life of me, that is until I had passed out at 5 in the morning lol.

{W}

I had woken up due to the sun softly beaming through the silk curtains. Letting out a groan, my eyes fluttered open, finding a sleeping Richie in front of me. I couldn't remember last night, or if I woke up. I just remember the dream. Nightmare.
It was of Mike. Wheeler. I don't know why I even care about him still. He was a complete asshole when I told him that I liked him. I shook the thought out of my head and decided to focus on Richie in front of me, gently taking off the glasses because they were falling off. I kinda want him to get contacts, his eyes are so glossy and googly without the glasses and it looks cute, but I like the glasses because it makes him look nerdy and soft. Either way it won't change that fact that I like him. After a few moments of me resting my eyes and waking up again, Richie rolled over onto the other side and almost fell off the bed. I tried to catch him but I was late. He hit the carpet with a thud and a groan. "Wiiiiilll...." he whined, "did you kick me ouuuuttt." I just couldn't contain myself from laughing. "Awwh, Rich." I cooed, leaning over to look at him laying there and kept laughing. Richie rolled onto back and laughed as well. "Haha, owww." I got up and gently helped him up. "You big baby." I teased sitting him on the bed, before placing his glasses onto his face. Richie playfully pouted at me and crossed his arms. "Im a sad baby." He said making his voice sound higher. I sat on the bed next to him and cuddled him, pretending to cradle him as I said things a mother would say to their pouty child. "It's okay my little babyyyy." Richie looked up at me and poked his tongue out, "you're a baby." He argued. I kissed his head gently as I scruffed his hair, "you're a baby." Richie laid his head on my chest, "No, you."
This whole, 'you're a baby' thing went on for a while. Until Richie gave up.

"Will." He asked, his tone changing very quickly. "What did you dream about last night?" Richie looked up at me curiously. I let out a quiet sigh, "it was.. just about someone who I knew back in Hawkins. His name is Mike and he's just a bit of a dickhead." Richie nodded a little, "What happened?"
"In the dream he tried um.. yeah.." I said awkwardly, "What did he do to you that made him a dickhead?"
"I just used to like him and when I told him he was grossed out by it." Richie looked down at his hands, his head on my chest. He seemed, protective.

{R}

I swear, I will not let this Mike bitch go near him. Who even is he, and why would Will like him. I don't want Will going around him mainly because I don't want him catching feelings again.
Better not happen..

An: aight so it didn't exactly load, I apologise for that lol