Random OneShots

Sweet dreams are made of this

By: Wolfcry22 on Ao3

Reddie

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"No! Leave him alone! Get the fuck away from him!"

Eddie gasped as he woke up to hear the burrito of a man beside him screaming at the top of his lungs while they had been sleeping side by side. Eddie was so surprised and jarred that he almost had no idea what was happing. It wasn't until he was able to snap out of it and realize that it was Richie shaking and screaming beside him that he knew that Richie was having a nightmare.

Richie had always been prone to nightmares, even when they were younger. That much Eddie remembered. He also knew that Richie had struggled with them after they had defeated IT the second time, especially after thinking that Eddie was dead. Richie had been relieved to see his lover emerge from the rubble of the Neibolt house after it had tumbled. The two of them had moved in together soon after that and were now traveling for Richie's comedy shows. It had been a few months since the events and Richie had struggled with nightmares at the beginning. Things had gotten better with Eddie sitting with Richie through many countless nights of terror. However, it seemed that the nightmares were back and stronger than ever.

Eddie reached over and shook Richie's shoulders as Richie continued to scream and howl in terror. "Richie, Richie," Eddie chided fearfully. He had never heard Richie be this enthralled and terrified during a nightmare before. He also was slightly worried about the noise that Richie was causing. They were in a hotel room with fairly thin walls and he knew that Richie's screams could probably be heard and it was the middle of the night.

"Richie, Richie, wake up," Eddie exclaimed as he shook Richie powerfully.

Richie gasped in shock as he nearly sprang up into a sitting position as he whipped his head around to the person that was grabbing him; Eddie. "Hey, hey, it's me. It's Eddie," Eddie explained before Richie could panic anymore than he already was.

Richie gulped. "Eddie?"

"Uh huh. I'm right here," murmured Eddie with a comforting smile on his face that didn't travel all the way up to his eyes. "It's alright. It was just a nightmare."

Richie shook his head madly. "No, it wasn't. It wasn't! Don't lie to me. I saw what happened. I saw you die right in front of me. I called for you and you didn't fucking answer! You died and it was all his fault!"

Even though he was awake, his screams were still louder than Eddie would've liked. "It was just a nightmare," Eddie repeated.

Richie's eyes hardened in rage. "It was not just a nightmare. It all fucking happened, Eddie! I know you don't know because you were dead, but I saw you die. I saw Pennywise kill you and-"

Eddie could tell that Richie was getting worked up. He was breathing almost painfully while his eyes darted around aimlessly while not being able to settle on Eddie. While Richie usually had some pretty horrible nightmares, he was still able to make sense of things when he woke up and he could certainly meet Eddie's gaze. Something wasn't right and Eddie needed to figure out what and fast.

Eddie lifted his hands and grasped the sides of Richie's face to pull him to look at him. Richie's gaze finally met his, but Eddie could immediately tell that something was off. Richie's eyes were glassy and dull at the same time while he shivered under Eddie's touch. Eddie felt the heat pulsing from Richie and he immediately pulled his hands from the side of his face and pressed the back of his hand to Richie's forehead. "Shit, Richie. You're burning up. You have a fever," Eddie gasped.

Richie let out a weak cough as he shook Eddie's hand off. "I'm fine," he reported with a bleary sniffle.

"That's why you had a nightmare. The fever must be making things worse," Eddie surmised out loud as he snapped his fingers in realization.