IT PREFERENCES AND IMAGINES DUDE

richie imagine

Honestly you could imagine this with any of the boys. I just thought it fit Richie the best since it corresponds with his preferences ya know what I mean

And I guess this could be aged up cuz i don't really think relationships are this real so young but idk

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"Richie."

"Y-yeah?"

"How long?" I ask, staring into his eyes.

"Almost two years," he looks down at his hands, placed in his lap.

"...we've known each other for almost two years," my heart starts to beat faster.

I sit up and down onto the back of my calves. He doesn't move from his criss-cross position on the bed.

"Yeah...we have," he chuckles, still looking down.

"Richie, look at me."

He raises his head hesitantly, only inches from mine. I search his eyes, not even knowing what I'm looking for. A sign of him lying? Humor that's telling me this is a joke? Or passion and love telling me he's damn serious?

I don't know what to think. All I know is that my best friend is in love with me.

The boy who has been by my side since my first day at a new school. The boy who has listened to all my problems and rants. The boy who has protected him with his life. This is the boy who is in love with me. And this is the boy who I fell in love with.

I lean in closer to him, slow and carefully. Our foreheads touch and our noses nudge against each other. I flutter my eyes close, pleased by the proximity between us.

And It's the relief of finally being so close that makes me sigh. It's the warmth and comfort that makes my cheeks redden. It's the boy I love on my mind that causes butterflies in my stomach.

The room is empty and quiet, except for us. It's just us and our breathing that takes up the space. The tension and intimacy(I don't mean this in a sexual way btw).

I whisper softly to him.

"I love you."

And then it happens.

He kisses me with such passion, such delightfulness. The ache in my chest only increases. My heart has never beat as fast as it is right now. In this moment. I'm so overwhelmed, I have to pull away(which is actually the last thing I want to do).

We both breath heavily, grins plastered on our faces.

It doesn't last long.

Something overcomes my senses because all I hear is him whispering over and over again

I love you and I love you and I love you and I fucking love you.

He whispers it as he kisses my cheek. He whispers it as he kisses my jaw. He whispers it as he kisses my lips again.

"I. Love. You."

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This is basically the same imagine from my Hollands and Haz Imagines and Preferences book. I just changed the name and some of the info lmao GO CHECK IT OUT IF YA WANT