reddie oneshots

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college au hehe ;)
also they live in an apartment not a dorm. also eddie and richie didn't know each other before this.

"heyo edward-hoe," my new roommate yelled as he walked through the door, which he slammed shut behind him.
i rolled my eyes. hard. "don't call me that, richie," i muttered, continuing to stir the boiling pasta.
"can i call you eddie spaghetti?"
"no."
"please?"
"no."
"how about eds?" he asked.
"must you?"
"yes."
"fine."
"yo, are you making spaghetti for supper?!" he asked excitedly.
"this is ravioli you ignorant toe rag," i snapped before gasping and covering my mouth with one hand. "oh my god i'm so sorry." i didn't want to piss him off yet. term had just started.
richie started cracking up. "that's great. imma write that down."
"so do you care to join me for ravioli?" i asked, hopping he'd say yes. he was cute.
     "uh, duh. i would love to join you for pasta, pasta head."
     i chuckled. "so where are you from?"
    "manhattan," he said. "how about you?"
    "huh, that explains your accent. but i'm from derry. derry, maine."
     "was it cold up there?" he asked.
     i nodded. "well, the winters were. summers were pretty nice."
     "nice nice," he mumbled. "how much longer on food? i'm starving."
     "like five minutes?" i guessed.
     "do you want me to set the table?" he asked me.
     "nah, you just go wash up. i'll set it," i told him.
     i turned the stove off, leaving the pasta. i turned to grab plates and silverware from the cabinets, and set them on the table for richie and i.
     i grabbed a strainer and set it in the sink before grabbing the pot of pasta.
     i poured the contents into the strainer, wincing as the boiling water splashed up onto my forearms.
     "damn," i hissed in pain.
     i quickly sat the pot upright and replaced the raviolis back in. i turned back to the sink and ran my bright pink arms under cool water, which, honestly, made them feel worse.
     richie walked back in. "you ok spaghetti head?"
     i groaned. "yes."
     i dried my hands off on the towel, and grabbed richie's plate. i piled his plate high with pasta and poured sauce on top.
     i did the same with my plate and set it down on my side of the table.
     "is water ok?" i asked him.
     "that would be perfect."
     i grabbed two glasses from the cabinet over the sink, and began to fill them.
     as i was walking towards the table, one of the glasses slipped out of my hand. i watched in slow motion as it fell. 
    water went everywhere.
     so did the glass.
     i froze, not daring to breathe.
     "yo eds are you ok?" richie asked me quickly.
     i didn't open my mouth. i couldn't. i would cry.
     i began shaking, and richie got up and carefully walked over to me, trying to avoid the glass
     "eds?" he asked gently.
     "i'm... sorry," i managed to squeak out, squeezing my eyes shut tightly.
     "it's ok, just breathe," he consoled me. "i think that there's a broom in the closet, i'll go grab it."
    i stood stiffly as he carefully walked away. he returned moments later, and began sweeping the kitchen up.
     he swept all the shards into a dust pan and threw it in the trash. then he walked back over to me.
     "please don't hurt me!" i cried as tears began flowing down my cheeks.
     "eds!" richie exclaimed, shocked. "oh, eds," he said, softer now. "let me take this from you." he grabbed the other glass of water that was still clutched in my hand.
     he set it on the counter. then, to my great surprise, he wrapped me in a hug. it was my first physical contact in literal years.
i rested my head on his shoulder and sobbed harder.
"sorry," i sniffled after a few minutes. "go eat before it gets colder."
richie looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
"are you going to eat?" he finally settled on asking.
"i just want to lay down for a little while," i explained quietly.
i made sure he was set before i went into my room. i flopped face first onto my bed and began sobbing again, but this time it was muffled by my pillows.
a soft knock on my door made me jump. "come in," i called out, exhausted from the crying.
richie slipped inside. "wow your room is so neat! how'd you get unpacked so quick?"
"i only had one suitcase, so it's not so much neat, it's just... sparse."
richie's smile faltered, but quickly reappeared. "i brought you some ravioli. i heated it up in the microwave because it got cold."
he handed me the plate. "thanks richie," i murmured, once again fighting tears.
i patted the bed beside me. "join me."
he sat down as i bit into the cheese-filled noodle. homemade ravioli were my favorite.
richie was fidgeting with his hands. "do you wanna talk about it eds?"
i chewed slowly. of course i wanted to talk about it, but how do you tell an almost-stranger that your mom mentally and physically abused you?
still, i nodded.
"just tell me what you're comfortable with, i don't want to pry. i'm all ears."
"this is along story," i warned him. "when i was in middle school, i came out as gay to my mom. our relationship was already strained, seeing as my dad has just died of cancer, and thus pretty much ended our mother-son relationship.
"she constantly ignored me, but when she would talk to me, she'd yell about how disappointing i was, and how my father would hate to call me his son. i really tried not to let her words get to me, but it was hard.
"eventually, her mental abuse turned to physical abuse. boy, she would beat me for almost anything, with almost anything." i chuckled humorlessly, remembering.
"like one time, i came home three minutes late from school- i had fallen, and i even had the busted knees to prove it- and she-she threw the coffee pot at me. that was on the the worst times; i had to go to the hospital for that one."
i sighed shakily, and closed my eyes. "i don't wanna talk about it anymore."
richie wrapped his arm around me, but was clearly at a loss for words.
"just know that i love and accept you for you eds," he told me. "i'm here if you every need or want to talk about it."
i felt myself smile. "thanks 'chee," i whispered before sleep rolled over me like a wave. i didn't wake up until the morning.