reddie oneshots

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we stood silently in a circle as bill cut our hands with the piece of broken glass, swearing that we would come back if the clown did. i watched on as richie winced, yet still made direct eye contact with bill. we all joined our hands, creating a blood oath.
slowly, one by one, my friends flitted away. eventually it was just richie and i together.
"stay with me tonight?" he asked me, looking down at me with those big brown eyes of his.
shit. say no say no say no! my mind screamed. he's going to make you talk about the clown and 'your dirty little secret.'
"umm, yeah, ok," i whispered. "s-sounds good."
he smiled down at me, offering his hand. i smiled back, blushing, and accepted his hand. he pulled me to my feet.
"do you wanna run home before?" richie asked me.
i shook my head no. "i-i don't wanna go home. never again."
richie chuckled, but i was being serious. "that means you'll have to sleep in my clothes."
"that's ok. you smell good," i said, immediately regretting it and grimaced, blushing madly.
richie chuckled and grabbed my hand. "you're a goof eddie spaghetti."
"don't call me that 'chee you know i hate it," i said, rolling my eyes.
"awh come on eds, it's what makes you so... cute."
i snickered, attempting to cover up my pain. "cute? really? how in the world am i cute?" i asked as we reached the outskirts of richie's property.
he looked at me; his mouth and eyes both wide open. "e-eddie, you are like the cutest person in the world!"
     i looked down. why did people always have to lie. my mom told me everyday i was ugly, and that was why my dad left. everything was my fault.
     i let out a small, pitiful sob, and immediately hated myself even more for it.
     richie's arms were around me in mere seconds and my face buried in his chest. "no eds, no, don't cry i'm sorry was it something i said?"
     i sobbed harder, but shook my head no.
     "it's because i called you cute isn't it?" he asked me gently.
     i slowly nodded in agreement.
     "you always act strange when somebody calls you cute, or adorable, or-"
     i tensed, wincing.
     "or compliments you in any way," he finished. "why?"
     "be-because my mom told me... i'm ugly... and that's the reason my dad left us. s-she tells me i'm not good enough, and that i don't deserve friends, and-" i choked back a sob. "she said she wished she never had me..."
     richie held me tighter, trying to calm me down. "don't listen to her eds, ok? we all love you," he whispered. "i love you."
     i didn't move, and just continued to let richie hold me. after a few minutes of silence, he cupped my face with his hands, and wiped away my tears with his thumb.
     "thank you," i whispered to him.
     "you're welcome eds. now let's get you inside and cleaned up."
     i began to walk towards his house, but richie placed a hand on my shoulder, and spun me back around. he smiled down at me gently, before placing his hands on my hips and lifting me up.
     "chee!" i cried out, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist.
     he chuckled, and wrapped his arms around my lower back. "yes eds?" he asked, looking up at me.
     i was at a loss for words. "i-i... put me down!"
     "no."
     "chee i'm too heavy for you!"
     "really, eds? i think i'm doing a fine job," he told me as we began walking towards his house. well, he began walking.
     i sighed, but ended up wrapping my arms around his neck and leaned my head against his shoulder.
     we walked into his house; everything was silent. it felt odd. once we reached richie's room, he sat me on the bed.
     "wait right there!" he called out, disappearing out of his bedroom door.
     "ok," i called out, flopping down on his bed and closing my eyes.
     i listened to him walk back in, and heard him chuckle. right as i was about to ask him about it, he spoke.
     "awh, he fell asleep," he whispered to himself.
     i felt a blanket being tucked around me, and a pillow being propped under my head.
     "chee, i'm not asleep," i breathed.
     "oh really? you look pretty asleep to me," he giggled.
     i slowly blinked my eyes open, flinching slightly when i realized richie was hovering right over me.
     "oh," i gasped.
      he chuckled.
     "you should lay with me," i told him. "i'm cold."
     he obliged, and pulled the blanket over him. "i only have one pillow though. you can use it."
     "no, no it's ok, we can share," i told him quickly.
     he chortled, but placed his head on the pillow anyway. we were nose to nose; i closed my eyes quickly, praying my face wasn't as red as it felt.
i peeked out of one eye after a moment, shocked to find richie with his eyes still open and looking at me.
"eds?" he asked quietly.
"hmm?"
"what did he mean? about your dirty little secret?"
i swallowed the lump in my throat. "i-i... don't know."
i felt his hand cup my cheek gently, rubbing his thumb against my face. "i promise i won't be mad," he whispered.
"chee... i don't want you to hate me," i sobbed.
"i could never hate you. please just tell me," he begged.
"rich... i'm-i'm gay."
"really?"
i was frozen. oh god he hates me! i nodded my head, feeling hot tears streaming down my face.
"shh, don't cry," richie whispered as he wrapped me in a hug. "i'm not mad ok?"
i nodded again, letting him cradle me to his chest. "hey rich?" i breathed.
"yes eds?"
"i love you..."
"that's funny because i love you too."
shocked, i looked up. he had a bright pink blush across his face, and my favorite crooked smile.
"r-really?"
he nodded, before he gently pressed his lips against mine.