are we there yet? ~ Reddie oneshots

Inhaler

Oh baby when you
Talk like that
You make a
Woman go mad

Sadness scale; 0

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Chapter aesthetic: faded orange

Hope you enjoy ;)

A/n: idk how asthma works and I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like this and I'm not romanticizing asthma or any disability/disease. Thanks!

Almost every time Eddie looked at Richie, he'd need to use his inhaler.

Richie took eddies breath way. His dark hair, adorable glasses, and for some reason his dorky smile.

When Eddie needed to use his inhaler he'd always tell Richie something like "I need to use the bathroom" or "hold on a minute" as his lungs were closing.

He stepped into the hall or somewhere quiet and out of sight.. and took a puff of his baby blue inhaler.

Eddie, you need to stop. He would tell himself. He would always try to avoid looking at Richie so he wouldn't have a embarrassing asthma attack in front of him.

After the 6th refill that month his mother, Sonia Kasbrak, looked at his son worriedly (not like she wasn't always worried anyway.)

"Eddie, hon.. are you okay? Do you need a different type of pill? Lemme feel your forehead, you could have a cold. Oh goodness! God forbid you having something like chronic obstructive pulmonary disease!

But the truth was, he had the hots for Richie, his best friend. He was so embarrassed.

One day, Richie and Eddie bumped into each other in the hallway. Eddie looked up to make sure it wasn't Henry Bowers. Relief washed over Eddie but then panic when he saw Richie's almost flawless face.

Richie started to have a conversation and Eddie panicked feeling his chest tighten and begin to feel sharp pains. SHUT THE FUCK UP RICHIE BEEP BEEP IMMA DIE.

Suddenly, Eddie collapsed onto the floor weakened. He desperately dug into his fanny pack pulling out his blue inhaler.

He pressed down on the trigger as the medicine shot down his throat. All the time Richie was holding Eddie asking if he was okay, which didn't help eddies asthma.

Eddie, on the floor gasping.. looked up at Richie nervously, scared of what to say. He felt his ears burn as Richie pulled his hand up. Richie asked him if he wanted to sleepover that night.

When Eddie arrived, he stepped in nervous about how many asthma attacks he was going to endure tonight. He told himself to stay calm and try not to look at Richie much.

As they began to get dressed into their pajamas, Richie wanted to watch a horror movie. They decided on Dracula.

They were snuggled up on the couch and Eddie looked intensely scared, while Richie thought about the events in the hall that day.

"Hey uh, eds?"

Richie asked seriously for once.

"Don't call me that.. and yeah?"

Eddie said looking up now.

"What uh.. what made you have an asthma attack? We were just talking and then you..collapsed"

Eddie gulped..
This is it, I'm finally gonna do it he thought.

"Richieilikeyouandihaveforawhilesomuchsothatwheneverilookatyouicanthelpbuthaveanasthmaattac-" Eddie was speaking so fast, Richie had to cut him off by gently pressing his lips into eddies soft ones.

And that took eddie's breath away.