𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝘋𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

[ Y/n ]

Don't move.

Don't wake him up.

Don't push him off.

I laid in bed with Richie except he was fast asleep. His arms tucked around my waist while he held me close to him. His lips were ever so lightly pressed against my head.

I could feel his steady breaths and hear his quiet snores. Stop, you can't feel like this. Richie is your best friend.

He's been your best friend since you were a baby! I brought my hand up to touch him, gawking at the softness of his skin.

Richie, Richie, Richie.

His name ran in circles around my mind. I felt so safe with him, so comfortable.

He shifted around and started to groan. I pulled my hand away and pretended to be asleep. "Oh shit..." He whispered, pulling away.

Instinctively, I grabbed his hand. I immediately felt like I might cry. Richie would never feel the same. "Awe, do you like me cuddling you sweet cheeks?"

I reluctantly nodded, butterflies filling my stomach. Richie settled back into place, pulling me close to him again.

"Richie..." I whispered, not quite knowing what I would say. "Hm?" He grumbled, I could feel the vibration in my neck.

"Are... Are we just friends? Do we feel like friends anymore? Or... Or something more?"

Richie sighed and nuzzled his head against mine. I felt his lips press against my hair and relaxed a little. "Love... I think we've been more than friends for a long time."

I thought back to all of the dates we'd called meet ups. All the times he held me like a boyfriend. All the times he called me pet names you don't call your best friend.

"Really?" Richie nodded and I looked back at him. "Why? Do you not want to date me?" I shook my head and turned completely so I was facing him.

"It's fine I just-" I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down so his lips could meet mine.

Richie immediately kissed back and I let him take over. His snuck his tongue into my mouth and explored the area.

We needed to breathe and Richie reluctantly pulled back. "You taste amazing." He whispered. I clutched his shirt and pulled him back to me.

The rest of the night was history.

The next morning I woke up to the familiar face I'd fallen asleep next to. Richie was sleeping with his mouth open, as he always did.

I'd always wanted to stick my finger in his mouth to see if he'd wake up.

I did and Richie shifted but didn't wake up.

I peered under the covers at my bare body. It was littered with bruises and Richie had quite literally written his name all over me.

The sharpie was laying on the floor.

I smiled and held the sleeping Richie close to me. He meant to much to me and I was pleasantly surprised that he returned that amount of passion and love.

Richie was my soulmate and I think we both knew all along.

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Writing makes me sleepy so I think I'm going to hang out elsewhere for the night, peace!