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Nightmares

warning: swear words and violence & blood and homophobic slurs. but fluff so hehe i would never not include fluff 🥺💗💗

Richie's Dream
Richie was back into his parents house. Everyone was there, including the losers, including Eddie. His parents were drunk, and they were all hiding from his parents. They were hiding in the bathroom, when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Richie put his hand over Eddie's mouth, because he was breathing to loud. Richie's dad yelled from the other side of the door, slurred, "You better unlock this fucking door, or i'm going to have to kick it down, you sick fucks." Eddie had tears streaming down his face and Richie was shaking. They heard picking at the lock, and the door opened. The shower curtain blocked them, but his dad ripped it open. He grabbed Stan, and punched him. He threw Stan to the wall out in the hallway, and went to Bill next. Richie and Mike were trying to stop it, but his dad kicked Mike, causing him to fall down the stairs. Richie ran back to Eddie, calming him down, and trying to think of a way to get out. Richie was able to get all the losers out of the house, through his bedroom window, except for him and Eddie. He was in the middle of helping Eddie go through the window, when his dad broke down the door, and threw Eddie at the wall, and repeatedly punched him, causing blood everywhere. Richie's mom held Richie back. Richie was screaming and crying to let Eddie go, and fighting his mom. Eddie looked over at Richie, crying, with blood all over his face. Richie kept trying to break away from his moms grip, screaming at his dad to stop, and for his mom to let go of him. Richie closed his eyes, still screaming for them to stop. Richie's dad finally finished, and walked over to Richie, and yelled in his face, "Open your eyes faggot." Richie barely opened his eyes, "Open them!" His dad was a screaming now. Richie looked his dad in the eyes, with such intensity it could kill. Richie then, spit in his dads face. He silently said, "Fuck you." Wentworth got filled with rage, and punched Richie's face. Richie fell the to the ground, as his dad repeatedly punched him. All Richie remembered after that was blacking out.

Eddie woke up to Richie screaming and crying. Eddie immediately started shaking Richie, yelling his name. Richie woke up, and immediately sat up looking around, visibly terrified, shaking, and crying. He closed his eyes, and leaned against the wall, with his knees tucked to his chest, covering his ears, crying. He couldn't get the image out of his head. He was gasping for air, and Eddie opened his beloved fanny pack on the nightstand, and grabbed his inhaler. He shook it, and held the back of Richie's head, as he gave him a few pumps. Eddie got up quick and got him a glass of water. Richie took a quick drink, he could barely hold the glass, he was shaking so badly. Eddie had to hold it for him. Richie's breathing was back to normal, and Eddie held his hand, concerned and scared for him. Eddie said, "Do you want to talk about it?" Richie took a deep breath, he tried to say something but words weren't coming out. He was finally able to say something, but everything came out as a stutter, "I-It was m-m-my da-da-dad, and h-he was p-p-punching you, a-a-nd the rest of t-th-the losers-" Eddie cut him off, by pulling him into a hug. Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck, and cried into his shoulder. Eddie whispered, "I'm okay. I'm okay, it was just a dream." as he was rubbing his back. Eddie's heart shattered. "It's not your fault. I'm okay, everything's okay." Eddie was trying his best to reassure Richie. "Just go to sleep. It's okay." Richie pulled away, and smiled a little, "I spit in that motherfuckers face." Eddie smiled, and giggled. That was his badass boyfriend. Eddie laid back down, exhausted, pulling Richie with him. Eddie laid on his side, with Richie in his arms. Richie had his head on Eddie's chest and his arm wrapped around Eddie's waist. Eddie kissed the top of Richie's head, and then gently laid his head on Richie's head. Richie felt safe, like nothing could hurt him now. He smiled, and cuddled even closer to Eddie. They both drifted off to sleep.

Richie fell asleep for probably 2 hours before something woke him up. He shot up, and looked around. There was nothing. Richie couldn't fall back asleep, his sleep schedule was already messed up, so he decided to get up. He hopped his way to the shower, dying to take a shower. Richie saw the IV needle in his arm and sighed. He had to take it out, he slowly started taking it out, whispering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He started wrapping his cast in a plastic bag, and turned on the water. He stepped into the shower and let the warm water hit him. He grabbed the shampoo, and started washing his messy curls. When he closed his eyes, he could see that image. He shot his eyes open, and started crying. He sat down in the shower, and leaned his head on the wall, sobbing. He thought to himself, "What the fuck, Richie? This isn't you. You're not a weak little bitch. Get your ass up, and remember who you are." He covered his face with his hands, and forced himself to get up. He washed out the shampoo, and remembered to use extra conditioner because it made his hair soft, and that's what Eddie liked, and what Eddie told him to do.

Eddie heard the water running, and woke up slowly. He realized Richie wasn't in his arms. He rubbed his eyes, and slowly got up. He saw the bathroom light on, it was 5:30 AM. He assumed Richie was taking a shower, so he knocked on the door, "Richie?" Richie yelled back, "Yeah?" Eddie replied with, "Oh okay!"

Richie finished his shower, almost falling 37 times at a minimum. He got new clothes to wear, of course stealing one of Eddie's hoodies, he put on his new clean grey sweatpants, and Eddie's Derry High School hoodie. He took his crutches and went out into the kitchen where Eddie was getting his IV ready, and the sleeping pill. It would knock Richie out for about 8 hours, and then he would have to take another one for the night, he hated it. Eddie smiled, "Is that my hoodie?" Richie acted surprised, "No of course not." Eddie giggled, and went over to him. He put his hands on Richie's shoulders, as Richie sat on the stool. Richie put his hands on Eddie's waist, Eddie ran his hands through Richie's hair, "Did you use extra conditioner?" "Yeah, because you told me too." Eddie smiled, "Good job." Eddie rolled up Richie's sleeve, ignoring the cuts that are now healing, but Richie didn't ignore them. He tried to pull back down his sleeve, but Eddie stopped him, and looked at him. His head was down, and Eddie put his finger under his chin and lifted his head so he could make eye contact. Richie looked tired, and sad, but also happy. Eddie tucked a piece of hair behind Richie's ear, and wrapped his arms around his neck, and pulled him into a tight hug. Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist and buried his face in his neck. Eddie whispered into his ear, "It's okay, it's not your fault, okay? Don't worry." Richie felt a tear come out of his eye, but he ignored it. He just wanted to be happy.

Eddie knew Richie was a big softie, but Richie didn't like to admit it. His dad always wanted him to be tough and masculine, and not take shit from anyone. But, that's not how Richie is, he's a big softie deep down and he knows it. He's just so conditioned to think he has to act tough, and not accept affection and to not show emotion, that it's so overwhelming for him. Eddie is the first person to help Richie get over his dads ways. The way Richie always needs and wants to be comforted, is something that comes from attention deficit people, and people that lack affection. Eddie wanted to help him feel like affection and emotion is okay, because he was so empty. Richie's getting better though, and Eddie notices it, and so do the losers. It's going to be a while but, he's making progress, and Eddie's so incredibly proud of him.

Eddie pulled away, and grabbed the IV needle. Eddie pulled up his sleeve, and started cleaning the area where he had to put it in. He had his other hand on Richie's thigh, squeezing it every couple of seconds, to help him feel better. He grabbed his arm, and got ready to put it in. Richie pulled his arm back, he was terrified of needles. Eddie said, "It's only going to hurt for a second." Richie took a deep breath, and gave Eddie his arm. Eddie slowly put the IV in, Richie whispering, "Shit, shit, shit, ow, fuck." Eddie then taped it in, and said, "See it wasn't that bad." Richie ran his fingers through his hair and looked down, and smiled. Eddie melted when Richiedid that. He felt like he could've drooled right then and there, but instead he bit his lip. He loves it when Richie does that. Damn he thought, that's all mine.

Richie had taken his sleeping pill, and was knocked out on Eddie's bed. Eddie was extremely bored, and it had only been 30 minutes. It was around 7 am so Eddie knew none of the losers were awake, since they probably all got to Mike's at like 5 am for the 4th of July sleepover. Eddie was extremely bored. While he was watching TV he ended up falling asleep for about an hour, and he woke up to the phone ringing.

a/n
hey y'all! stranger things 3 came out and it messed me the fuck up but anyway hope u all are having an amazing summer and day and i love u all and i hope u liked this chapter