Random OneShots

Overworked

By: Wolfcry22 on Ao3

Reddie

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Richie tapped away at the keyboard with his two pointer fingers. He squinted at the screen through his thick glasses as he gave a powerful sniffle. Richie stretched out his hand aimlessly and tried to feel around the coffee table. He managed to grasp a crumpled tissue and brought it up to his nose, his gaze not leaving the laptop in front of him. He gave a hefty blow that did almost nothing to alleviate the congestion. He tossed them aside before closing his eyes and trying to focus back onto the task at hand.

Across the living room, Eddie glanced up from the book that he was reading with a frown. Richie had not left the same position for hours. He was dedicated to finish at least one page of material and it was proving to be a little more difficult than he originally thought. However, Eddie had watched Richie sniffle and cough while shivers racked his body through the entire process. Richie lifted one of his hands to rub it against his arm in an attempt to warm himself up as he cleared his throat while still tapping on the keys with his pointer finger fiercely.

Eddie opened his mouth from his book to say something, but clearly thought better of it with his eyes turning back to his book. However, his focus couldn't linger on the book that he was reading. He couldn't even remember the title. He was more concerned about what was going on with the sniffling mess across the room.

He stole a glance over to Richie when he heard him cough painfully and almost shove his face into the crook of his arm. The wet hacks shook his entire body and caused his hair to bounce ever so slightly on his head. He managed to regain some of his composure once he finished while painfully clearing his throat. Richie narrowed his eyes in frustration as he turned back to his laptop.

It took everything in Eddie not to say anything, but he didn't want to break Richie's concentration anymore than it had already been broken. He knew that Richie had been working on this for a while now and he didn't want to be the reason that it wasn't completed. Although, he could tell that Richie was becoming obsessive over it and he wasn't quite sure why. He was dedicated to his craft, yes, but never quite like this before.

Eddie managed to look back to his book for about two minutes before Richie's breath began to hitch. Eddie glanced up and bit his bottom lip with his brow furrowed as he watched Richie tip back his head with his chest almost heaving from each breath that quickly left him. His mouth was parted with his nostrils flaring madly. It was almost comical for Eddie to watch if not for the fact that sneezes released millions of tiny germs and Richie wasn't the best with covering his mouth and nose.

Richie's head suddenly pitched to the side, uncovered and explosive. "HrcshSHsSH! HrchsSHsSHsSH! HrchsrSHsSH!" Each sneeze snapped out of him quicker than the last and Richie ended with a pathetic sniffle, swallowing back whatever hadn't been expelled from his nose. He turned back to his work without even bothering to blow his nose as he continued to type on the computer.

"Bless you," Eddie managed to say, breaking the silence between them.

Richie let out a gruff huff before snorting back even more congestion. He coughed as he tapped a few more times on the keys before suddenly snapping forward. "HrchsSHsSH!" Richie lifted his wrist up to his nose in shock, his eyes widening as he glanced around. He managed to reach out for a few crumpled and wilted tissues and tried to push them up to his nose.

Eddie couldn't stand by any longer and listen to it. He slammed his book closed with a frustrated sigh before he set the book onto the chair and he walked over to Richie while grabbing the tissue box that was rested on one of the end tables. He sat down beside Richie and extended the tissue box toward him. "Here," Eddie offered, feeling his skin crawl at the prospect of being so close to Richie when he was ill. However, he forced that feeling aside harshly.