reddie oneshots

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     hi cutie. eddie watched in awe as the words showed up letter by letter on his left arm.
     swallowing thickly, he wrote back.
     hello. he hoped whoever his soulmate was, they could read his shaky, nervous handwriting.
     for a moment, there was nothing.   
     then, oh my god you wrote back!
     hehe sorry, i just turned sixteen, you know your words didn't show up until just now.
     haha sucks to be you, i've been sixteen for two weeks already!
     ok, dickwad, don't think you're special just because you're two weeks older.
     fine. wyd?
     fixing to sleep. you?
     well, i don't wanna stay up if you're not gonna. sleep good love!
     a blush spread across eddie's face as he wrote you too.

     when eddie woke up the next morning and waltzed down to the kitchen, he expected at least a happy birthday from his mother and maybe a present. instead, he got a harsh smack across the face. he stumbled backwards, clutching his face.
     "m-mommy?" he asked shakily.
     "what the hell is this?" she screamed, gesturing to her dirty dishes from last night sitting in the sink. "i thought i fucking told you to wash them!"
     eddie opened and closed his mouth. "i'm s-sorry... i forgot! i was excited to turn sixteen, i-"
     he was cut off with another sharp slap. "shut the fuck up, and wash the damn dishes!"
     eddie turned to the sink, a few tears leaking from his eyes.

     richie was awoke to a sharp slap across his face. he sat up, gasping and confused, looking around. he was alone.
     he quickly ran into his parents room, beginning to hyperventilate.
     "mom, dad!"
     his parents immediately sat up, blinking at him with large, bleary eyes.
     "squirt? what happened?" his mom cried.
     "i think- i think somebody hit my soulmate!"
     "sit down son."
     he sat at he foot of his parents bed, and his mother gently pried his hand away from his face. she gasped.
     "what? what's wrong?" richie asked quickly.
     his mother opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by richie, who cried out, clapping his hands over his face again.
     "somebody hit them again!" he cried, becoming angry.
     "i think you should write to them," his father told him.
     richie nodded and ran to his room.
what's wrong, are you ok??
     there was no response for half an hour. then finally a simple yeah.
my love-
don't call me that, you don't even know me. please.
but i know i love you.
are you a boy or a girl?
     a boy. you? richie asked, slightly annoyed his soulmate changed the subject.
a boy. i have to go.
goodbye bubs

     eddie traced the letters on his arm from his soulmate as he laid in bed, sobbing. without warning, his mother stormed into his room.
     "let me see your arm!" she demanded.
     eddie's stomach dropped; his mother would flip if she found out his soulmate was a boy.
     still, he rolled up his sleeves with a shaky sigh. his mother grabbed them roughly, and began reading them under her breath. she suddenly paused, and eddie nearly stopped breathing.
     "you're soulmate is a boy?!" she screamed, pushing eddie away from her.
     eddie cartwheeled backwards into his mirror; glass shattered around him, jabbing into his arms and legs. one sliver cut his forehead.
     he cried out in pain, and began sobbing.

     richie let out a shocked and painful scream as sharp, invisible, painful shards stabbed into his arms and legs and face. blood was everywhere when he reopened his eyes.
     his parents rushed in. "oh, my, richie are you ok?" his mother cried, rushing over to him.
     his dad was at his side after a moment, a first aid kit in his hands. he began cleaning the blood off of richie's arms and legs.
the sixteen year old had dissolved into sobs. "what if whoever keeps hurting him kills him?" richie sobbed.
"you can always invite him over," his mother told him gently.
richie considered her words. "i'm not sure he likes me... he seems blunt."
"squirt, he's your soulmate. he loves you, he just might not understand it yet."
richie nodded. "o-ok, i'll write him."

eddie ran out of his house, bloody and sobbing. he could feel a pen digging into his thigh, and he slowed down to look at it.
it was his soulmates address. it was also his best friend's, richie, address. his heart nearly stopped, but he began running towards richie's house.

richie perked up when he heard a knock on the door. he ran to it, his parents stood watching with wide eyes from the kitchen.
the boy threw open the door, unable to suppress a gasp when he saw eddie standing there, covered in blood and their own writing.
"eddie?!"
"oh, don't act so surprised," he mumbled before crumpling to the floor.
"eddie! mom, dad!"
his dad quickly picked eddie up, cradling him in his arms.
richie began sobbing once again. "is he ok? what's wrong with him?"
"i think he was running on pure adrenaline," his father explained as he carried him into the guest room, laying the small boy on the bed.
"stay with him," wentworth told richie as he walked out of the room.

the older man walked downstairs to his wife, who was pacing back and forth.
"do you think sonja did this to him?" she snarled.
"it wouldn't surprise me. i don't want him going home, i think he should stay here."
"i agree," said maggie.
"then it's settled, he'll stay with us."

richie sat, curled up on the bed beside eddie, wiping the blood off the smaller boy's arms and legs. he placed a bandage on eddie's face.
"come on eds, please wake up," he constantly breathed.
eddie didn't. he was lost deep in his mind, where everything was numb and painless.
richie sniffled, tears pouring down his face. he curled up beside eddie, wrapping the smaller boy in his arms.
"i love you, baby boy," richie whispered repeatedly.
somewhere inside eddie's body, something clicked.