Nyctophilia 🌪 Reddie

xi

(Ladies and gents there's some smut in this chapter and I've never written it before so it's trash ya yeet love y'all)

Twenty minutes passed and Eddie didn't come out of the bathroom and Richie was starting to get concerned. He always teased Eddie, but maybe he went too far?

It was nearly two in the morning, and Richie was exhausted, but he wouldn't be able to sleep if Eddie was hiding in the bathroom, pissed off. Not only was it a dick move, but Eddie might come out and kill him in the middle of the night. Groaning, Richie sat up and walked over to the bathroom door.

"Eds?" he asked, knocking on the door. "Eds, open the door?"

"Fuck off," came Eddie's annoyed voice.

"I know how to pick a lock, Eds. Open the door or I'll open it," Richie said, even though he had no fucking clue how to pick a lock. That was more Bev's thing.

"You can't pick a lock, stupid. I'm taking a bath."

"The water hasn't turned on the whole time you've been in there, Eds."

He heard Eddie grumble under his breath and then unlock the door. Richie pushed it open and saw Eddie stand in an oversized T-shirt, glaring at him, his eyes bloodshot. He had obviously been crying.

Richie immediately regretted fucking with Eddie's fear of beetles. "Baby, I'm so sorry-"

"It's not the bug that made me cry, asshole," Eddie said, a sour look on his face.

"Then what's wrong?" Richie asked, reaching out to touch Eddie.

Eddie shook his head and tried to blink away more tears. "Everything else," he said in a squeaky voice, sniffling.

Richie stepped forward and picked Eddie up, carrying him to the bed and setting him down in the blankets. He pulled Eddie into a tight embrace, laying his chin on Eddie's shoulder.

"Talk to me, Eds."

"I thought we'd finally be free, but we were taken to some other underground place and we're across the country from where anyone we know is. My dad's dead, our friends could be in danger, and I don't know what to do. I just want this to all be over." Eddie was sobbing, moving so he was laying on Richie, his face buried in Richie's chest.

"Shhh, it's okay, Eds. Everything is going to be okay," Richie cooed, running one hand down Eddie's back and the other through his hair.

Eddie pulled away from him to make eye contact. "What if it's not okay? What if the Hive is still alive and we don't ever get to live normal lives? What if we get killed? I can't lose you. Not again," he said, more tears falling down his cheeks.

"You won't, Eds."

"I don't know what to do. What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"You don't have to know, baby. You're eighteen, and I'm here. You don't have to face everything alone."

((Smut starts here oof))

Eddie looked up at Richie with his bloodshot eyes before surging forward and catching Richie in a desperate kiss. The salt from his tears mixed into it, making Richie kiss him harder, hoping to make him forget just for a bit about his fear and confusion.

Eddie tangled his hands in Richie's hair, tugging gently, making Richie groan loudly. Eddie pulled away, his eyes wide with shock.

"Shit, Eds, I'm sorry," Richie rambled. He didn't know if Eddie wanted to do anything; fuck he had messed up.