Reddie One-shots!!

Bandaid

Pretend the quarry scene never happened.

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3rd Person

"Wow, you're such a pussy, just do it already!" Richie rolled his eyes.

"But it's embarrassing!" Eddie exclaimed. The entire losers club was there, playing truth or dare. Richie had dared Eddie to take off his shirt, and he was complaining. Richie gave him a glare, making him throw up his hands in surrender.

"Fine," Eddie muttered.

He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it on the ground next to him. He self-consciously wrapped his arms around his bare middle, and his face heated up. He was so embarrassed. Eddie hated himself. Hated the thick layer on his tummy that his mother called 'baby fat'. Hated how small and weak he was. Hated how he was so vulnerable. Eddie looked down. Everyone was silent for a couple moments, then they continued their conversations.

Eddie put his knees up, hugging them to his bare chest. He put his head down, tears streaming down his face. Richie noticed how Eddie was shaking. He scooted closer to the upset boy, wrapping an arm around him. Eddie stiffened, peeking to see who was there. He relaxed slightly at the sight of those trademark coke bottle glasses, leaning into him. He frowned when Richie got up, but it didn't last long. He offered Eddie his hand, and pulled him up. Eddie was a good 5 inches shorter than Richie, and it made him even more upset. Richie grabbed his hand and dragged him around a corner.

"Eds?" Richie touched Eddie's chin, making him look up. "What's wrong?" Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, tears threatening to fall. He looked away from Richie, trying not to let him see the river bed of tears from earlier. "Eddie..." Richie said, using a harsher tone.

"I'm f-fine," Eddie stuttered out, still not facing Richie.

"Look at me." Eddie slowly turned to face Richie. He didn't know whether to cover his face or his bare stomach. He didn't have to, because Richie grabbed his chin and then they were face to face. Well, somewhat. It was more of face to chest, as there was a major height difference. Richie traced his thumb over Eddie's cheek, making him squirm. Richie sensed his discomfort and pulled away, examining him. "Now, tell me what's wrong." His tone was softer now, quieter.

"I-" Eddie was crying again, arms self-consciously covering what they could. "It's just th-that I'm so..." He paused, searching for the right words to use. "I'm so small and weak." He poked his belly. "And I have fat. I'm ugly and nobody likes me. Is that what you wanted to hear?!" Richie looked shocked, then he quickly ran out. Eddie slid down against the wall, curling up into a ball to cry.

"Hey, Eds? Could you come with me for a sec?" Richie called. I stand up, following him to the bathroom down the hall.

"W-what do you want, R-Richie?" Eddie complained. He wiped as much as he could off his face, trying to look composed. Eddie walked in, seeing Richie standing there. He was holding Eddie's shirt and a heart shaped bandaid.

"Come sit, this seat's reserved for you." Richie smiled, gesturing at the countertop. He helped me hop up onto it, and I gave him a confused look. "I need the patient to lie down." Richie was playing doctor, and Eddie was playing along. He lied down. It was a big counter, and Richie had cleared off the stuff. Eddie knew because it was all in a pile on the floor.

"Alrighty then, let's see." Richie poked Eddie's tummy, making it jiggle. "Yes, that's what I thought. You are suffering from something called life, my dear. It makes you sad and mad and all over the place." Eddie was holding back a smile. Richie looked goofy, with his best impression of a doctor.

"Well, doctor, is there a cure?" Eddie was smiling now, playing along with Richie.

"Lucky for you, there is! I have it right here, too!" Richie peeled away the bandaid stickers, throwing them away. He put the bandaid right in the middle of Eddie's chest, smoothing it out.

"Doctor, isn't my heart on the left side?" Eddie giggled.

"Well, um... sure. But the bandaid must go in the center, 'cause it's the only way to cure you." Richie said swiftly. "And here's your shirt back. You've earned a prize! You did so well!" Richie teased. Eddie scoffed, pretending to be offended. He sat up, hopping down to the floor. "Now, about that prize..." Eddie turned, and Richie pecked his cheek. Eddie flushed bright red, his mouth making a surprised 'o'. Richie was looking right at me, eyes wide. "Sorry, Eds," He mumbled.

"You missed, dumbass." Eddie put his lips onto Richie's. They pulled away quickly, panting.

"I really enjoyed that." Richie smiled, looking at Eddie.

"Yeah," Eddie responded. "Me too."

"Soooooo... we should probably get back to the other losers." Richie offered his hand, and Eddie took it. They walked back together, hand in hand, until they got to the room they were using as a meeting place. They jumped back into the game or truth or dare, and everybody was happy.

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