Random OneShots

What was pt.1

By: Wolfcry22 on Ao3

Reddie

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Eddie opened his eyes and slightly groaned as he stretched out his arm to warp it around Richie. However, he frowned when he realized that Richie wasn't beside him anymore. "Richie," questioned Eddie as he patted the spot harshly in case Richie had rolled over. When he realized that he wasn't in the bed at all, fear sparked through him.

Eddie rolled over on the other side and pulled a small chain attached to the small lamp to illuminate the room in a light orange hue. He slightly squinted while frowning when he realized that Richie wasn't on the bed or even in the room. The wasn't like Richie at all not to be in the bed. He was a very snugly person and was constantly hugging Eddie in his sleep and burying his head against his chest. The fact that he just up and left was unlike him.

The fear was enough to pull Eddie's focus and he couldn't go back to sleep until he knew that Richie was alright. He grunted as he sat up and threw the covers from his body. He set his bare-feet on the carpeted ground while throwing his arms over his head in a massive stretch. He then straightened and made his way out of the bedroom quietly. He started down the hallway and was nearly knocked off his feet at the heat.

"Damn, it's hot in here," panted Eddie as he pulled at the collar of the t-shirt that he was wearing.

He pushed down the uncomfortableness and made his way into the kitchen. He glanced over the counter to the living room to see the large couch that was across from the TV. He saw a foot sticking out and relief washed over him when he realized that Richie had went to the couch. Although, he couldn't understand as to why.

Eddie made his way over and the couch to see Richie bundled up in to heavy, fuzzy blankets that were pulled up to his chin. He seemed to be sleeping, but Eddie couldn't leave him peacefully until he found out exactly why Richie was on the couch.

He walked over and frowned when he heard Richie snore. He didn't usually snore, but his mouth was open as he struggled to bring in air. His nose was slightly red while his face seemed even paler than usual. Eddie forced his thoughts down as he stretched out his hand and poked Riche firmly. "Rich? Richie!"

Richie opened his eyes and it took him a minute to find out where he was. His gaze then snapped onto Eddie and he cleared his throat with a small cough. "Eddie, what are you doing," he rasped. "Can you not sleep?"

Eddie shook his head as he continued to try and take Richie in. "I just woke up and you weren't beside me. I wanted to make sure that you were alright."

Richie seemed to blush as he looked down at the floor. "I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep," he answered dryly.

A look of hurt flashed across Eddie's face and he did his best to ignore it. He gave his head a much needed shake as he continued as if what Richie said hadn't hurt his feeling. "I know that I do move around a lot and—"

"It wasn't because of you," interrupted Richie, still snuggling deeply into the thick blankets.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. "Then what was it because?"

Richie seemed to shiver under Eddie's intense gaze. "Nothing," he mumbled almost into his chest.

Eddie still wasn't convinced. He let out an exasperated sigh as he glanced at the blankets. "What are you doing? How can you still be hot," he questioned as he reached to grab the top one to pull it off Richie. Eddie was practically pooling in sweat just thinking about it.

Richie let out a gasp as he drew back away from Eddie's reach. Eddie was left dumbfounded as Richie pressed himself as firmly against the back of the couch as possible. "No! Don't touch me," he seethed.