reddie oneshots

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this might be really long. also eddie and richie have been previously kidnapped by pennywise. dead ass this is almost two thousand words.
ALSO BIG ANNOUNCEMENT: there's like two other ways I want this to end to there might be chapters titled y2 and y3, so you guys should vote on the one you like best.

i shrunk back from the clown, swallowing my fear.
"where's richie?" i all but squeaked.
"don't worry your pretty little head about him." he patted my head. "i'm here to make a deal with you."
"i'm listening," i whimpered.
"perfect," he said, smiling to show all of his pointy, yellowed teeth. "here's the deal, if you go a day without food, your little boyfriend will get something to eat. if you go a day without water, he'll get something to drink. but here's the real kicker, if i beat you, i won't beat him." the clown offered me his hand. i couldn't have richie get hurt. he was all i had.
forcing back tears, i grasped the clowns hand, shaking it firmly.
     "yesss," pennywise hissed excitedly. "so what first?"
     "i don't want richie hurt at all." i knew what i was getting myself into. beaten almost senseless every day, if not worse, but i'd rather it be me then richie. "food for me every third day, and a drink every other day."
    "would you like to start now?"
     "do i have a choice?" i asked him shakily.
the clown laughed, the noise ringing off the rock walls. "nope."
i closed my eyes, accepting my fate, barely making a noise as the clown's fist made sharp contact with my face. nor when i felt his foot in my rib cage and something cracked. not even when blood began pouring from my nose, pooling on the floor.
     all i could do was cry, thinking of richie's sweet, smiling face. that was all that got me through the beating. 
     i reopened my eyes when pennywise finally backed off. "i'll take your boyfriend his drink and water now," he muttered, seemingly upset i didn't have more of a reaction.
     i weakly nodded my head.

    for days, maybe even weeks, i was beaten mercilessly. given a swallow water, the next day, then beaten again. given food every third day, then beaten. again.
     everything hurt, my head was constantly pounding, and i could barely hold myself up.
     "eddie?!" the voice sounded far away.
     "richie?!" another voice called out.
     "where are you guys?" that voice sounded like bev.
     "hello?" that was richie's voice. i knew it from anywhere. i felt myself smile.
     he was ok. that meant i was ok. i began sobbing, happy to finally hear from him.
     something touched my shoulder. i shrieked and flinched back.
     "eddie?" the voice was soft and soothing.
     i slowly opened my eyes to find soft hazel eyes surrounded by curly, dirty blond hair.
     "stanley?" i wheezed.
     "oh god eddie," he sobbed, dropping to his knees. "they've been looking everywhere for you... we all have. what the fuck happened?!"
     "the clown," i gasped. "where's richie?"
     "he's with the rest of the losers," stanley explained. i could feel his cool fingers pressing slightly agains my forehead.
     "you're burning up eds," he whispered.
     "do you have any water?" i asked, suddenly realizing how parched i was.
     i heard him shuffling around before a cold thermos was pressed against my lips. i drank deeply.
     "thank you stan," i breathed.
     "let's get you out of here, ok eds?" he asked.
     i nodded. stanley scooped me up in his arms, cradling me closely to his chest.
     "holy shit," i heard stanley mutter.
     "what's the matter?" i mumbled.
     "you've lost so much weight," he whispered. "eddie, i think you need to go to the hospital."
     "but i wanna see richie," i told him.
     "i promise you can see him as soon as we get out of here, ok? just p-please, let me get you help."
     i looked up at him in surprise. "why are you crying?"
     "eds, y-you look like death. when i s-saw richie, he looked almost the same... i was expecting the same with you."
     "richie's ok?" i asked, feeling myself smile.
     stanley nodded slowly as we began walking. "why do you look like that? why is richie ok?" his voice was rising in panic.
     "i made a deal with the clown. i didn't want richie to get hurt."
     stanley stayed silent as we continued walking. i leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.