Cuddle Bug [R.T.]
Request: Can you do an imagine where Richie gets drunk at a party, and comes home to the reader all soft and cuddly? Pls?
Please don’t plagiarize my work!
As if his words are heard, the second the spill from Richie’s lips, he loses his footing over the window sill and all but tumbles to the ground. You cringe at the loud sound, praying to whatever Gods there were that you’re parents are not home as you shake your head, moving to help the boy. You crouch next to him, taking his arm in your own, and helping him up.
“What are you even doing here?” You mumble, moving to step back the minute he’s stable. However, you’re quick to jump forward when he wobbles once more, this time keeping a tight hold of him and guiding him over to your bed and setting him down. “Our date night is tomorrow,” you remind, stepping back once you’re sure he’s settled.
You rub at your eyes tiredly, having been woken up by a loud thump against your window. It was one in the morning and you’d gone to bed early, as you normally did when Richie wasn’t spending the night. You were in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, and you’re sure you looked like a tired mess. You were also thoroughly not in the mood for a drunk Richie.
Richie grins then, oblivious to your annoyance and stretches his arms out in front of him, making grabby actions with his hands. “I wanted to cuddle,” he says in the most kid-like voice his intoxicated mind can muster.
Part of you swoons, he did look quite cute. But the other part of you feel your annoyance double as you roll your eyes.
“Is your boyfriend not allowed to want to cuddle with you?”
“Admit you’re drunk and i’ll consider cuddling with you.”
Rolling your eyes, you huff, looking at your clock. “It’s one-thirty in the morning,” you snap, glaring down at the boy. His grin fades, arms falling as his lips pout. “It’s a school night, what were you doing getting drunk?”
“Bill was throwing a party.”
“Bill?” You ask incredulously, “why would Bill want to throw a part on a Thursday night?”
Richie’s shoulders slump; “okay, maybe I convinced him because his parents are out of town.”
“I just wanted to have some fun.”
Shaking your head, you walk over to your bed, crawling under the sheets with a huff in your step. Richie watches you carefully, still drunk but a little sobered up at your obvious frustration. He feels guilty, he really does, but he just really wants to cuddle you. And Bill’s party was getting bored anyway.
The minute you’re settled, you turn off the lights and there’s a moment of silence before you hear Richie shuffle. Even though you can’t see him, you can hear him stumble about, taking off his shoes and pants with a haste before crawling into the bed next to you. Then, he doesn’t move.
Once again, you can’t see him, but you can imagine the grin that grows wide on his lips as his arms slides around your waist and pulls you against his chest.
“I’m not taking care of you in the morning when you’re hungover.”
“And you’re going to school. I’ll make you.”
“And you owe me an apology in the morning.”
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