Reddie Oneshots

🌥️•Not so simple•🌥️

⚠️HUGGGGGGE TW FOR S/H⚠️

It's a simple tale.
Boy meets Boy.
Boy falls in love.

Richie Tozier was far from simple. The scars littered around his arms and legs illustrating a story he lets no one see. His boy, Eddie Kaspbrack, is the light of his universe. The paint on his canvas of life, that he's forcing himself to paint. He loves Eddie. Which may explain why he's standing outside his door with a bouquet of flowers wearing his nicest hoodie and his non-broken glasses. Richie nodded at himself and looked down, raising his hand to ring the doorbell. 'When did I become such a fucking sap.'

Before he could rethink his decisions of glasses, the door swung open, the sheer force of it almost knocking Richie over. A small figure jumped out of the door, this time knocking Richie onto the damp ground and wrapping its small arms around him. "Eddie! Oh jeez! You could have gotten hurt! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" Richie had Eddie's cheeks between his palms, moving his face around. Eddie's cheeks were squished and Richie stopped to look at him. "Are you okay, my love?" He asked and when Eddie gave him a small nod Richie kissed him on the cheek, then the lips lightly.

Eddie slowly got off of Richie and bashfully helps him up. "I'm sorry for knocking you over, Rich. I missed you a lot." Richie stood up straight and placed a hand on Eddie's chin, pushing his head up to meet his eyes. "It's okay, beautiful." Richie says, softly. He smiles down at his boy. Eddie's face flushed as he pushed Richie's hand away. "You're ridiculous." Eddie stated, putting his hands on his cheeks and looking down. "Leave me alone." Eddie said, still embarrassed. He turned around and walked inside, and noticed Richie isn't following him, rather he's standing outside whistling with his arms crossed. "Why aren't you coming inside?" Eddie asked, puzzled. "You told me not to follow you." Richie smirked. "So i'm listening to your commands." Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed Richie's hand, interlocking their fingers and leading him inside.

Richie's mood faltered throughout them hanging out. He didn't know why he was sad. Then it hit him. The small voice in his head. Relapse. He took a deep breath in and out, trying to calm the tidal wave that was rushing through his head. His breathing slowly quickens and Eddie looked over confused. "You okay, Richie?" Richie smiled and nodded. "Can I take a shower?" He asked a worried Eddie. "Yeah, love. Are you sure you're okay?" Richie nodded.

Richie looked down allowing the water to fall over his head. It streams down his arms, the makeshift paint on his wrists streaming down leaving thin lines on his burning wrists. the water runs down his back and down his leg, making him wince as the water mixed with blood, falling into the drain. 'Jesus, Richie.' He thought, examining his wrists and legs, scars old, new and open litter them in small clusters. He rinsed off one last time, then got out grabbing the towel from off of the counter. Suddenly, the door opened causing Richie to flinch and the towel to fall a bit exposing his scars. Eddie walked in and looked at Richie, who scrambled to get the towel back around his scars and gasped.

"Richie?" Eddie felt a pit in his stomach. "Y-your..your arms..."Richie looked down and squeezed his eyes shut. "Please, don't." He said through closed teeth. "Did you.." Richie nodded. "Yeah. I don't know why, please don't ask. I don't want to talk about it." Eddie turned around and closed the door in shock and hurriedly ran to his room, shutting the door and leaning against the wall. Richie stared at the bathroom door in silence before putting on clothes and drying his hair quickly before going into Eddie's room. Eddie was sitting on the floor staring into space, and snapped out of it when Richie sat next to him. "That was my fault, wasn't it? I wasn't there for you." Eddie mumbled, zoning back out. Richie shook his head and sighed. "It not your fault." Richie said quietly. "I wasn't there, Richie. I was never there, was i?"

Richie shook his head again and wrapped his arm around him. "You were. You were always there." Eddie shook his head. "I don't know what to do, Richie." Richie's lip quivered. "I'm sorry." He whispered and wiped his newly formed tears. Eddie didn't know what to do. "What do you need? What should I do for you? I don't know what to do." Richie shook his head. "You don't need to do anything, love. I'm going to go, I know you're overwhelmed." Richie said, getting his bag and walking out of his bedroom. He got as far as the front door before he was stopped by Eddie grabbing his hands. "We are going to get through this. We have to." Eddie spoke gently. "Promise. Now come back inside. We are going to talk about it." Richie nodded and followed him back to the table.

Boy talks to boy.
Boy gets better.
Richie Tozier is Eddie's boy.