Reddie Oneshots

🌥️•Pretty boy•🌥️

⛈️: self harm

Richie looked up at Eddie with tears in his eyes, and forced a smile. "Richie. You aren't okay. I need you to tell me what's wrong." Richie wiped his eyes and stood up from the concrete he was sitting on. "I'm fine, Eddie. What makes you think there's something wrong?" Eddie rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around Richie's waist. Richie hesitantly wraps his arms around Eddie and burst into tears. He gripped Eddie's shirt, and cried. Eddie slowly rubbed Richie back and held the crying boy tighter, if possible. "Richie, what's wrong. Please tell me baby." Richie sniffed and looked at Eddie through red, puffy eyes without letting go of Eddie's waist. "I- I relapsed. Umm.. my m-mom kicked me out of the house..a-and I made S-Stan mad and h-him and the other l-losers yelled at me, I got scared and had a panic attack..I don't think they noticed..but I'm getting worse." Eddie started crying and gave Richie another hug. "My love, you need to tell me these things. I told you that I'm always here to help. Now I need to make sure you cleaned yourself correctly." Richie grabbed Eddie's extended hand and his bag and walked behind him. Eddie picked up his bike and hopped on, Richie following shortly after. It was a short ride to Eddie's house and Richie latched into Eddie's waist in silence.

Eddie walked up and smiled at the sitting boy before setting all of the stuff he gathered on the counter. "Shirt and pants please." Richie stood up and slid out of his clothes revealing old and new scars alike, and bruises. Everywhere. Eddie gasped at the sight of his boyfriend and Richie scratched his neck. "Sorry Eddie." Richie said quietly before Eddie ran up and put his hand over his mouth. "No, baby. No sorries. It's not your fault, you know." Richie teared up and smiled. "You make me feel like it isn't my fault, you know? Like I'm allowed to be happy." Eddie smiled and kissed Richie on the lips softly. "Good, baby. I really hope I do. I love you so much and I want you to know that, okay? I love you." Richie smiled and kissed Eddie's cheek. "I love you too." Eddie backed up and sat Richie down. He crouched down, and grabbed a tissue lightly patting the cuts. Richie winced due to the sing of the water making contact, but Eddie soothed him with a kiss and made him forget about the pain. Eddie looked at the boys wrist before kissing every scar and cut on the skin. Richie felt himself tear up again, and he started crying while Eddie repeated the same three words with his action. "I love you." Eddie finished up the boys two wrists and smiled up at the crying boy. "Do you believe me, Richie?" Richie nodded and kissed Eddie again. He wiped his tears and Eddie bandaged him up. He then grabbed ointment and rubbed it over the bruises on Richie's legs. They finish up in the bathroom and Eddie walks into his bedroom with Richie. "I have to go through your bag to make sure you didn't bring anything to hurt yourself with okay?" Richie nodded hesitantly, letting it happen because Eddie would have done it anyway. Eddie went through the duffel bag and took out all of the things that may be harmful. He ended up finding a sharpener and a razor. "These are mine now. If you need a pencil sharpened, I got you and if you need to shave I will help okay? And also, I'm going to do self harm checks okay? I want you to be okay I don't want you hurting yourself." Richie smiled and nodded. 'Eddie cares so much for me.' He thought. Eddie led Richie to the bed and laid down. Richie later down next to him and pulled to cover over their body's, and pulled Eddie closer. "I love you so much. Never forget it." Eddie said, rubbing Richie's cheek. "I love you too. And I won't okay?" Eddie smiled and closed his eyes. They both drifted off to sleep in each others arms, unaware of the future. But Richie knew as long as Eddie was in that future it was going to be fine.

Eddie was the first to wake up the next morning holding a curled up Richie. He set his sights on one thing that day, one, making Richie feel as loved as possible, while two, getting him to confess to his friends. The other losers had never known the Richie that cried in the floor of the bathroom after relapsing, or the Richie who would curl up in Eddie's lap and hide from any loud noises that trigger his anxiety. They had known the trashmouth Richie, the loud Richie, the 'annoying' Richie. Eddie sat in thought for a minute before Richie began stirring awake. He looked up at his boyfriend and smiled. "Good morning, baby." Eddie said pressing a kiss to Richie's cheek. "Good morning." Richie replied, sitting up and stretching a bit. Eddie grabbed Richie's hand and kissed it before looking Richie in the eyes. "I think it's time you tell the losers about your situation. You can't stay at my house all the time, you know my mom doesn't like you very much." Richie sighs. "I know. I'll tell them today, okay? As long as you're there with me to help." Eddie smiled and stood up off the bed. "I'll be there."

Richie and Eddie sat on the small Hammock in the small clubhouse. Richie bounced his leg only to be met by a small hand on his thigh. Richie smiled sheepishly at the boy and jumped a bit when he saw the other teenagers pile into the small room. "Why was I called here, Rich. Make it fast cause I got places to be." Beverly says rolling her eyes.  Bill nods his head in agreement. Richie took a deep breath in. "I have important shit to tell you guys. I mean it's pretty important I feel but I don't know if it's like super important- I mean it is bu-" Richie stumbled on his words, looking at Eddie for help. Beverly rolled her eyes and fake yawned. Eddie noticed Richie screw his eyes shut and pinch himself. Eddie pulled Richie's nails from his skin and watched as Richie's eyes glossed over. Eddie felt his face get hot and anger bubble up in his chest. "You guys are fucking assholes! He was trying to tell you about how fucking abusive his parents are and you guys are like this? Seriously?! Just fu-" Eddie chokes on his words as he looks over and sees his boyfriend curled in a ball crying with his hands on his ears. Eddie jumped up and pulled Richie in his arms kissing his forehead. "Hey, hey, hey. I'm here. Okay? I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry, this is all my fault I shouldn't have screamed like that." Eddie calmed Richie down as all of the losers watched in shock. They had never seen Richie cry, let alone sob as he was doing. And on top of it, abusive parents? Beverly and Bill felt guilt rack up in their stomachs watching Richie cry in Eddie's arms. Stan was the first to move other than Eddie and Richie. Stan walked towards the two and tapped Eddie. "Go get paper towels, tissues, and a blanket. I'll take him for a minute." Eddie nodded and stood up. Stan kneeled besides the boy and softly spoke to him "Hey, It's Stan. May I touch you?" Richie looked up and nodded. Stan sat besides Richie and hugged him. "I need you to sit up for me, okay?" Richie nodded and sat up. "Can you speak?" Richie nodded again. "Okay say something to me. Anything." Richie slowly opened his mouth and muttered. "I'm sorry." Stan smiled "there's nothing to be sorry for, okay?" Richie shook his head. "There is. I took up You guys' time. I'm sorry." Stan put a hand on Richie's shoulder. "If you ever need a place to get away from your house at, my door is always open." Ben smiled from the corner. "Me too!" He yells. Richie smiled and sat up. Eddie walked in with the stuff Stan told him to get, and sat the two sitting in the hammock. Eddie made Richie face him, and then wiped the tears that were on his face. "Such a beautiful boy, okay? Don't cry it messes up your pretty face." Eddie said with a smile as Richie turned red. "Whatever..." Richie said flustered. Eddie laughed and hugged him. Richie hugged back burying his face into Eddie's shoulder. "I told you I'm here, Rich." Beverly and Bill both look up. "Hey I'm sorry Richie. I thought you were messing with us." Beverly said. "Yeah, man. I-if I knew t-that you weren't p-playing I would have never agreed with B-Bev." Richie looked at his friends and smiled a bit. "It's okay." Beverly shook her head. "It's not. If you need a place to stay it's been quiet at the house since my dad left. I'll take you for good if you want." Richie smiled and jumped up. "Wait really?" Bev smiled and nodded. "Yeah you can come live with me. It'll be fun. But you do needa help with rent so that's the only catch." Richie's eyes lit up. "I'll get a job! I'll do anything! Please let me live with you! My parents wouldn't care anyway." Beverly smiled and nodded. "Yeah, come and bring your stuff whenever you want. There is one rule, if you and Eddie are going to be nasty do it in your bedroom. Not on the couch or any of that." Richie turned red and looked at his boyfriend who also had turned red. "BEVERLY NO-" Eddie yelled at the girl. As the two bickered Richie looked around the clubhouse. 'I finally found my place. Right here.' Richie thought. Richie Tozier may be a trashmouth, but he's the losers trashmouth, and nothing could take that from him.

[{A/N} I'm very proud of how this turnt out!! Thanks for reading if you did read. Glad you enjoyed!!]

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