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Title: Long Night
Summary: it's raining, and Virgil thinks it'll be a long night coming...
Rating: T. Or Pg? What are we rating with? Rated for cuss words. MINOR cuss words even.
Pairing: Virgil/Richieish
Warnings: boys being tender. omgno.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my own place yet; what makes you think I own static shock?
Distribution: you want it, take it, just make sure people know that I wrote it, plzkthnx.
Word Count: 546
A/N: Random drabble. Silly drabble. Makes no sense. The fever I have is telling me to write nonsense, though!
It was going to be a long night. Virgil could tell by the slight wheezing sound of Richie’s voice that the blonde had most defiantly caught a cold. Possibly has a fever, what with the coughing and moaning he could hear even from the kitchen. Richie had shown up at the Hawkins’ doorstep, soaked from the summer downpour and locked out of his own house just as Virgil had been heading to bed.
“You’d better be laying when I come back up there, Foley.” Virgil grumbled, gathering the warm blanket from the dryer into his arms as he turned to head upstairs. He’d left his friend shivering on his bed in favor of finding warm beddings for the other teen to use to wrap himself in and warm himself up with. Entering his room, Virgil gently nudged Richie’s shoulder.
“How ya doing, Rich? Do you want anything to drink?” Richie let out a sniffle, curling up in Virgil’s bed as the other teen tossed onto the bed a set of pajamas for him.
“No, but you can shoot me if you want. End my misery and so on.” Virgil rolled his eyes, pushing Richie over to sit beside him. Placing a hand on the blondes forehead, Virgil let out a whistle.
“Geez, Rich, you’re hot.” Richie grinned, coughing.
“Why thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, V.” Virgil snorted, and Richie curled up, laying his head in Virgil’s lap. Virgil petted his head, and Richie sneezed.
“So, how did you get locked out of your house, anyways? I thought you had a spare key under the plant?” Richie let out a pathetic cough, closing his eyes as Virgil’s fingers ran through his damp hair, and sighed. He’d been embarrassed at the thought of explaining what had happened to his friend, but he knew he couldn’t get out of it either.
“The ‘rents are out of town, you know that. And I forgot my key. And I knew it was going to rain so I locked up, closed all the windows and so on. And the other key is missing, which is, you know, encouraging in and of itself-“ he paused for another small coughing fit, frowning when he could breath again, “-I’m surprised no one’s broken in yet. God, V, I feel like shit.” Virgil let out a soft snort, reaching to gently rub Richie’s shoulders. The blonde had, for the previous week, been over working himself on small projects; so the dark skinned teen wasn’t surprised in the slightest that he’d gotten sick so easily.
“Of course you do; do you want to lay down straight?” Richie nodded, miserably, and Virgil chuckled, pulling his friend to lay more comfortably on the bed. Richie sighed happily as Virgil tucked the blankets around him, settling beside him to rub his chest soothingly. He watched as Richie’s eyelids drooped, and he smiled, leaning down to press a light kiss to his nose before fluffing his pillow and leaning to switch off the light. It was more then his duty to take care of Richie…it was his right, he felt, as Richie slide an arm over Virgil’s chest, to protect what was his.
Even if it meant waking up in the middle of the night to the blonde puking.
Summary: it's raining, and Virgil thinks it'll be a long night coming...
Rating: T. Or Pg? What are we rating with? Rated for cuss words. MINOR cuss words even.
Pairing: Virgil/Richieish
Warnings: boys being tender. omgno.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my own place yet; what makes you think I own static shock?
Distribution: you want it, take it, just make sure people know that I wrote it, plzkthnx.
Word Count: 546
A/N: Random drabble. Silly drabble. Makes no sense. The fever I have is telling me to write nonsense, though!
It was going to be a long night. Virgil could tell by the slight wheezing sound of Richie’s voice that the blonde had most defiantly caught a cold. Possibly has a fever, what with the coughing and moaning he could hear even from the kitchen. Richie had shown up at the Hawkins’ doorstep, soaked from the summer downpour and locked out of his own house just as Virgil had been heading to bed.
“You’d better be laying when I come back up there, Foley.” Virgil grumbled, gathering the warm blanket from the dryer into his arms as he turned to head upstairs. He’d left his friend shivering on his bed in favor of finding warm beddings for the other teen to use to wrap himself in and warm himself up with. Entering his room, Virgil gently nudged Richie’s shoulder.
“How ya doing, Rich? Do you want anything to drink?” Richie let out a sniffle, curling up in Virgil’s bed as the other teen tossed onto the bed a set of pajamas for him.
“No, but you can shoot me if you want. End my misery and so on.” Virgil rolled his eyes, pushing Richie over to sit beside him. Placing a hand on the blondes forehead, Virgil let out a whistle.
“Geez, Rich, you’re hot.” Richie grinned, coughing.
“Why thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, V.” Virgil snorted, and Richie curled up, laying his head in Virgil’s lap. Virgil petted his head, and Richie sneezed.
“So, how did you get locked out of your house, anyways? I thought you had a spare key under the plant?” Richie let out a pathetic cough, closing his eyes as Virgil’s fingers ran through his damp hair, and sighed. He’d been embarrassed at the thought of explaining what had happened to his friend, but he knew he couldn’t get out of it either.
“The ‘rents are out of town, you know that. And I forgot my key. And I knew it was going to rain so I locked up, closed all the windows and so on. And the other key is missing, which is, you know, encouraging in and of itself-“ he paused for another small coughing fit, frowning when he could breath again, “-I’m surprised no one’s broken in yet. God, V, I feel like shit.” Virgil let out a soft snort, reaching to gently rub Richie’s shoulders. The blonde had, for the previous week, been over working himself on small projects; so the dark skinned teen wasn’t surprised in the slightest that he’d gotten sick so easily.
“Of course you do; do you want to lay down straight?” Richie nodded, miserably, and Virgil chuckled, pulling his friend to lay more comfortably on the bed. Richie sighed happily as Virgil tucked the blankets around him, settling beside him to rub his chest soothingly. He watched as Richie’s eyelids drooped, and he smiled, leaning down to press a light kiss to his nose before fluffing his pillow and leaning to switch off the light. It was more then his duty to take care of Richie…it was his right, he felt, as Richie slide an arm over Virgil’s chest, to protect what was his.
Even if it meant waking up in the middle of the night to the blonde puking.