🎈Reddie~One-Shots🎈

~Night Terrors~

I wanted to do a bit of angst with these two, which I never do. I thought i would switch it up, since all i do is write fluff (or smut). All of the shit in italics is the dream :) *set about a few months after penny*Also, there is some homophobia, just a warning.

~Eddie's POV~
*late night in Richie's bed on the weekend*
I couldn't see anything when it started. It just felt like a strong wind was trying to knock me over. I struggled for minutes, trying not to fall over. When I lost to the earth, or what I thought was the earth, I tumbled towards concrete.

I hit the ground, then I was in a completely different setting. I was in the Well House, in one of the upper rooms. It was in a room I didn't recognize, but it still felt familiar. There was a mattress in front of me. It had holes and tears, some hobo had most likely slept on it. I wasn't going to go near it.

Outside, the sun was starting to fall. I could see the orange sky through the tattered curtains. I held my hand up to cover up the sun. I took one step and I heard a creek from behind me. I immediately turned and stared right into the face of Richie. Only, it wasn't Richie.

The mouth of this Richie puppet was sewn shut, and his eyes were pure white. His lips were covered with x's made with black thread. This Richie had been silenced. "Richie's" cheeks were being eaten away by maggots. The infectious little creatures crawled around his face. He was exactly like my leper, a walking infection. His appearance shocked me, so I stumbled back onto the gross mattress.

He kept moving closer to me, maggots becoming nearer and nearer to my face. I could feel the air coming out of its nose. I sensed that warm tears were falling from my eyes. I wiped them away with my hand that had just touched the mattress

"Won't you be mine," he took a long pause before backing me up against the wall behind the mattress, then he let out from his strained lips,
"Eds?"

My face froze in horror. I may have stopped breathing for a moment. It's face was next to mine, with maggots almost touching mine. I had to take control. There has never been an instance where I took back my dream.

"No," I muttered. Perhaps I was lucid dreaming. Right through the other side of the wall came a long rusty pole. It drove the thing's body to the opposite wall. As soon as I could see the puppet's corpse nailed into the boards of the wall, it started to transform. Maybe I hadn't taken control.

The once disgusting puppet of my crush had morphed into the real Richie.
"I thought," he breathed, "you wanted to be mine," he said with his last breath.
I cried again. I stood up from the mattress and ran to Richie's body.
"No!" I wailed. I held him close as he left me.

I still felt the warmth of my tears.

"Eds, wake up," I heard. I looked at a clock propped up on a nightstand a few feet away from me. It read 1:57.
Was there more to this? When will it end?
I then turned my head the other wat and saw Richie's brown eyes staring at my tear-stained ones. There were still tears falling off of my cheeks. The pillow beneath my head was wet. I hadn't comprehended what was happening yet.
"Eds, are you okay?" Richie said to me from my side. I turned to him. We were in the same bed. Now I remembered I slept over at his house. We shared his tiny twin bed.
"I-i don't know," I said, with my voice trembling. Richie brought his tumb to my cheek an wiped away my tears.

"It's okay, Eds. Shhh..." He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I loved being held. I always have. It made me feel safe, and comfortable. Richie's body was warm, so I buried my head into his neck. I just wanted to love him in this moment.

I don't believe that I have ever had a dream like that. It was so intense, and sad. I just wanted to fall asleep again, in Richie's arms. He made me feel so safe, and loved. It was just a dream, I told myself as I tried to fall asleep.

I closed my eyes and sighed before Richie whispered, "what happened?"
I slowly opened my eyes to be truthful with Richie.
"Ever since the summer, I've been having night terrors."

"Night terrors?"
"Yeah, they are like really bad dreams," I said.
"Oh Eds," he said, holding me even closer to his chest. "Don't worry, I'm here."

I read the signs. Richie was loving me. I couldn't doubt it anymore. He even wrapped his foot around my leg to make sure he never lost me. I wanted to kiss him so badly. There was not amything holding me back besides my fear. But what was I fearing? Rejection? He clearly likes me so I don't know why I have not gone for it yet.

I nuzzled against his neck, then looked up at his face. The darkness in the room covered his beauty, but I knew it was there. Richie's eyes were closed and his left hand was running over my back, drawing shapes. He knew that calmed me down.

I took the plunge and kissed his lips quickly. I brought my head back down and stared up at him. As soon as I put my head down, he reacted unlike I thought he would. He pushed me off of him and leaped out of the bed.
"Oh my god, what is wrong with you? Are you a fucking fag?"

I sat up in the bed as Richie stumbled away from me.
"Richie, no, I'm sorry!" I cried as he grabbed his duffle from the corner of my room, ready to bolt out of my room and never come back. What have I done?
"I didn't- it doesn't-I'M SORRY!" I wailed, with tears streaming down my face.

"I don't want to de friends with a fucking faggot!" Richie screamed as he ran out of my room. I didn't know where he was going, seeing as it was one in the morning but I suppose it doesn't matter. He just wants to get away from me. I do wonder why he was being so loveable when he didn't like me back. I can't focus on that right now.

I sat in my bed, covered in my own tears and sweat, wondering why I can't be loved. I brought my knees to my chest and buring my head in my arms.
I cried.

The next morning, I woke up. My head was pounding and my eyes were sticky with salty tears. Next to me was Richie, cuddling me.

I guess it was just a bad dream after all.

4/23/20
Wow that was garbage