Reddie- angsty fic

{Part Twenty-four} AKA PURE FLUFF

Richies POV

"Your face," Eddie asks getting his hand and placing it on my cheek without breaking eye contact with me. As soon as his soft skin touches mine I wince and he pulls his hand away sharply running over to his bed and pulling out a medical kit. I sit down on his desk chair and he begins to work on my face.

"Salt and water." I say after a few minuets. Looking away from the boy.

"What?"

"It clears out you stomach and makes you throw up everything." I look at him and he nods proceeding the information. He scrunches up his face in concentration and at the sink of the alcohol wipes. His face looks beautiful, slightly pale, but still adorable. I can feel his breath on my face as he's so close, one move and I could close the gab between us. One move-

"What happened this time?" He asks and I stop looking at his lips but into his eyes which are now staring right back into mine. I crack a grin and speak trying to sound jokey but it comes out weak.

"Got a detention and I may or may not have told my dad I like cock." I look away while saying this not wanting to know the smaller boys reaction but the pressure gets to me and I take a quick look, his mouth open like a goldfish. "Close your mouth or you'll catch a fly" I say with a wink but then shudder as that's what my mother used to say to me when I was young and wanted. 

"You're gay??" He asks with a almost relieved tone but mostly a confused one,

"I don't know what I am." I say back bluntly. "I just know that I like both." 

"Ohh, so your bisexual?"

"I don't like labels Eddie Spagetti" and I chuckle at his groan in reaction to the nickname but he quickly closes the conversation and starts to care for my side. I thought I was a good actor but it's obvious that the look on my face said 'please can we stop talking about this' as we just sat in silence or the next twenty minutes. 

"All done." He said wiping his hands on his jeans. I glance at the clock, 7.30pm. "I'll have to go eat dinner soon but you can stay tonight if you want." I nod stand up walking over to where I know he keeps his comic stash. As almost on queue his mother calls him down for dinner. I watch him tense up at the sound of her voice before starting to head downstairs but just as he's leaving the room my stomach rumbles loudly, god I hope he didn't hear that.

A short while later I hear the door open so I look up from my comic and see Eds with a plate of food. He hands it to me along with a knife and fork and I start to eat hungrily.

"When was the last time you ate dinner?" Eddie asks as I'm scraping the last little bits off the china plate, "Scratch that actually, when was the last time you ate?" He looks genuinely concerned but I try to get out of the question with a joke.

"The last thing I ate was last night, your mom!" I laugh loudly but Eddie hushes me worried his mother will come up and find him.

"Chee, seriously, when did you last eat?" He asks again. Not liking this attention I shrug my shoulders.

"I-I.. I don't know Sunday? I had some of Bev's hot dog.. and I had Mike's apple on Tuesday.. I had gum? Does that count-" but I'm interrupted as Eddie pulls me into a hug and we sit there on the floor together. I don't notice I'm crying until Eddie wipes my tears from my face with his thumb. His gaze hovers over my lips but I don't think anything of it and continue to sob softly. Somehow I end up in Eddies bed, my tears dried on my face and I fall asleep soundly.

A white room, no where to go, Eddie is on the floor gasping for air, his inhaler just out of reach. A clown is now standing over him but staring at me. The air around me tightens as he starts to get closer to Eddie "Leave him alone!" I shout running towards the beast, flinging my arms all over the place until I make contact. The clown drops to floor and smiles. "Beep beep Richie" It says with wink and slowly backs away but I run forward and kick it with all my might.

"Ooof"

I sit up kicking still, a cold sweat through my body and it take me a moment to work out where I am. I look down and see Eddie lying on the floor in pain. 

"Oh my god Eddie are you alright?!" I jump out of bed and pick him up off the floor.

"Yeah.. yeah I'm fine. A certain trashmouth decided to kick my in the stomach while dreaming. Are you alright though? Must of been a pretty horrible nightmare."

"It-it was, there was-a.. clown? A m-monster? I don't know. And you were on the floor and and it was coming and it got angry and-" 

"Hey, hey it's okay. It was just a dream, lets try get some sleep." Eddie lies back down on the floor and wriggles to get comfortable. We stay silent for a few minutes but everytime I close my eyes I see 'It' again. I start crying out of fear and before I even know what I'm saying I ask Eddie to share the bed with me.

"Okay Rich." He jumps onto the bed snuggles under the warm duvet, squeezing tightly next to me. "Night Trashmouth." he mumbles almost half asleep already. 

"Night Eds." I reply taking in the breath-taking view of the boy in front of me, counting his freckles one by one.

"Don't call me that." he says and cracks a small grin but it fades away slowly as he falls asleep nuzzling deeper and deeper into my chest which makes my cheeks burn crimson. But eventually I fall asleep once again, feeling safe from all the dangers of the world.

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Bills POV

At 5.39 exactly, as I happened to looking at my watch at the time, my doorbell rang. I pulled myself off the sofa and to the door, not really sure who I would be greeting. But when I opened the door I saw Stanley standing there and I was taken aback for a few moments.

"Wh-w-what are y-you doing here??!" I ask franticly.

"I-I um.. I urrr" He turned bright red and continued to try to explain himself miserably but eventually stoped and looked at me in the eyes. "I'm sorry Bill." he bit his lip and before I could say anything grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me into a deep kiss. I was speechless and had no idea what to say, my mouth just opening and closing over and over again. 

"So yeah.. I'm going to go um s-sorry Bill" Stan said turning away into the now slightly snowy street.

"No your not." I yelled and pulled him back towards my house and kissed him again, harder this time. 

"I l-like you Stan"

"I like you too Bill."