reddie oneshots

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back to children bc they're cute af.

     i stormed out of my house, headed to the club house ben built, praying that nobody else was there. i blinked back my tears vigorously, but i wasn't sure why i was crying. i was just so sad lately.
i stalking into the woods, ignoring my mother's calls of 'get back here right now eddie bear!'
i knew she wouldn't follow me into the woods. i walked along for a while, careful not to miss the secret trapdoor.
     i roughly flung it open and hopped down to the ground, dust rolling up under my feet.
     "eddie spaghetti!"
     i screeched and spun around to the voice, my heart hammering in my throat.
     "richie?!" i cried shakily.
     he looked at me with wide eyes from the multicolored hammock bev had found in a dumpster.
     his face broke into a grin. "who else?"
     i smiled tightly at him. "any chance i can trade you the floor for the hammock?"
     he laughed loudly. "you can forget that." he turned back to his comics. "you could sit with me if you'd like though."
     i stepped over to richie and swung my leg over. we sat facing each other and he gently smiled at me.
     "you ok?"
     i closed my eyes to hide any possible traces of tears in my eyes but nodded.
     "i'll listen if you want to talk," he said gently.
     "i'm fine. it's just my m-mom." i swallowed back my tears.
     "did she hurt you?" he asked me gently. he didn't know that she'd been hurting me since my dad died.
     "no." my voice cracked.
     "you're lying eds," richie whispered, sounding sad.
     i shook my head vigorously.
     he held his arms open. "come here, you look like you're fixing to cry."
     i scooted over to him, collapsing on his chest in the process. some part of me must have figured that i was close enough, because before i knew it, i was sobbing on richie's chest.
     richie held me tightly, patting my hair awkwardly.
     "hey, it's ok," he whispered soothingly. "talk to me."
     i tried to get my sobs under control before just sobbing even harder. richie pulled me up farther, so i could lean my head on his shoulder.
     i was laying on top of him, and he had his arms wrapped around my waist. he had placed his comic book to the side; it was no longer a concern of his.
     "what can i do to help?" he questioned gently.
     i shrugged my shoulders.
     "i'm ready to listen when you're ready to talk. i'm here for you eds."
     "i- know," i sniffled between sobs. "i'm s-sorry."
     "there's nothing to be sorry for," richie explained softly, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
     i sniffled. "my mom hit me again-"
     "again?!" richie nearly shrieked. "what do you mean again? how long has this been going on?!"
     i began sobbing again.
     "i'm sorry, i'm sorry. i told you i'd listen," richie whispered lightly.
     i swallowed, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. "she started hitting me after dad died," i whispered quietly after a moment. "i just couldn't deal with it today."
     richie brushed my cheekbone with his knuckles. "eds... i didn't know. i'm so sorry. are you ok?"
     i nodded. "i am now."
     "is that why you always wear long sleeves? even when it's hot outside?" he asked quietly.
     i shut my eyes and shook my head no.
     "then why eds?"
     "i don't wanna tell you," i sobbed. "please don't make me tell you."
     "ok, ok, jut breathe," richie soothed. "please don't have an asthma attack."
     i sniffled, shaking with sobs. "sorry," i whimpered.
     "don't be eds. it's ok. i'll keep you safe, i promise."
     i smiled softly. "thank you 'chee," i whispered, looking up at him.
     i snuggled into his chest, closing my eyes. i could feel him press his cheek against my head.
     "hey richie?" i barely breathed.
     "hmm?" he asked, sounding half asleep.
     "i wear long sleeves... because i used to cut."
     "what?" he cried, but this time when i closed my eyes darkness immediately overtook me. 

     i woke up wrapped in richie's arms tightly. it was much darker now, i assumed the sun had set.
     "richie?" i whispered, shaking his shoulder easily.
     "eddie?" he asked, his eyes flying open. "are you ok?"
     "i'm fine 'chee," i reassured him.
     "you told me you cut yourself," he breathed.
     "i know. i didn't mean to come out like that and say it... but i didn't want you to look and see before i told you." i sighed.
     he didn't respond.
     "are you mad at me?" i wondered aloud.
     "eds," he whispered, shocked. "i could never be mad at you!"
     i smiled softly at him. "really?"
     "really." he looked around, seeming to notice how dark it had gotten. "what do you say about some supper?"
     i grinned. "have you ever seen me turn down food?"
     richie chuckled, staring down at me admirably. 
     "what?" i asked, blushing.
     "you're beautiful."
i blinked in surprise. "t-thanks," i stuttered. "you are too."
     richie chuckled before running his fingers gently through my hair. "ready?"
     "yes." i awkwardly climbed off him, nearly falling to the floor in the process.
     richie grabbed my arm to keep me upright. he didn't let go.
     "are you ok?" he gently asked; his hands moved to my face.
      i nodded my head.
     he cupped my face in his hands, and forced me to look up at him. "eds..." he breathed.
     my words caught in my throat. "yes?" i squeaked out.
     he opened and closed his mouth. "i-i love you."
     i grinned, tears welling up in my eyes. "really?" i giggled, fearing he'd laugh and tell me he was just kidding.
     he nodded, seemingly surprised by my reaction. he wiped the tears from under my eyes.
     "i really do... i have for a while," he told me shakily.
     i sobbed, wrapping my arms around him in a proper hug. "i love you too," i sniffled into his chest.
     richie hugged me back tightly before lifting my chin up and bending down.