reddie oneshots

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recently i've started listening to hamilton more. i haven't listened to it since like freshman year. it's pretty great. i love you all!

     eddie was ecstatic. he was finally seventeen. just one more year until he could finally leave this shitty town he grew up in.
     but right now, he was focused on the present. richie had called to ask if he could come over, to spend some alone time together before the big party that night with the rest of the losers club.
     eddie, who rarely got alone time with his boyfriend, was more than happy to agree.
now, he walked contently down the sidewalk to richies house, smiling softly to himself, thinking of what tonight would bring.
     he wasn't far from richies when a sharp pebble came flying from the woods on his left and hit his cheek.
     eddie gave a yelp of surprise, his hand flying up to his face. although the cut was shallow, his fingers still drew away bloody.
"what the fuck?" he whispered to himself, before a slightly larger rock came flying from the tree line, catching eddie in the shoulder.
"oh!" he cried, more in pain than surprise this time.
     he took a few more steps in the direction of richies house before a large stone, as big as his fist, came pelting from the woods. eddie fell backwards when it struck his shoulder.
     he gasped, clutching his shoulder. "what the- oh fuck," he muttered, as henry and his friends emerged slowly from the woods.
he watched them surround him, a scowl etched on his face.
"what the fuck do you want?" eddie snapped, scared beyond his wits but none-the-less pissed that they were taking away time from him and his boyfriend.
henry bent down so that he was eye-level with eddie. "i want you kill you," he stated simply.
eddie would have laughed if henry hadn't had such a stoic expression on his face, telling eddie that he was not, in fact, joking.
eddie opened and closed his mouth, looking for something to say. he was unable to come up with anything, and in the silence, patrick was able to load henry's father's revolver with the single bullet they were able to snag.
eddie's head shot up at the sound of the cylinder snapping closed. the younger boy came face to face with a gun.
"oh holy shit," he heard himself breathe.
patrick, with a crazed grin, spun the cylinder. now nobody knew where the bullet was located.
"how do you feel about russian roulette?" his smile seemed to get wider.
moose and victor inhaled sharply. "are you sure patrick? you could kill him!" victor said, unsure.
"shut up! of course i'm sure!" patrick snapped at the boys.
moose and victor made eye contact with henry, who shot them a wild grin and shrugged his shoulders.
moose shook his head. "i don't wanna be a part of this!" he exclaimed.
"then fucking leave!" patrick yelled. "nobody's keeping you here! scram!"
moose ran off, and was soon out of sight.
the attention was turned back on eddie, who had started silently crying. this made henry and patrick shriek with laughter.
victor wanted to run too, but his body was frozen, staring at his friends and eddie.
no no no, victor do NOT let them do this! his mind shouted at him. this is MURDER and you WILL go to jail!
victor and eddie both watched as patrick raised the gun.
patrick, grinning like a lunatic, pulled the trigger. a hollow click echoed in the chamber.
eddie gave a sob of relief, but knew the worst was yet to come. he held his breath as patrick re-centered the gun against his forehead.
patrick, already pissed that the first one didn't contain the bullet, quickly pulled the trigger, just to hear another hollow click.
"hurry up and shoot the damn thing!" henry snapped at him.
patrick spun to him. "shut your damn mouth before i turn this fucking gun on you!" he threatened.
as patrick lined the gun up to eddie's head again, victor had a sinking feeling in his stomach. he knew that this was the round with the bullet.
"patrick-" he started.
"literally shut the fuck up or you'll both regret it!" patrick roared.
eddie laid on the ground sobbing as patrick cocked the gun. he placed his finger on the trigger and began to pull.
before victor processed what he was doing, he ran over to patrick, grabbing his gun hand.
the bullet was fired half a second after victor grabbed patrick's arm, forcing it off eddie's head. it didn't miss his body though.
fire seared through eddie's body as the bullet lodged itself into eddie's torso. he let out a gurgled scream.
"what the fuck victor!" henry and patrick shrieked.
victor opened and closed his mouth. "fuck, just run before the cops show up!"
victor and eddie locked eyes for a millisecond. although his eyes were pain-filled, victor knew he was trying to say thank you. victor nodded his head in eddies direction before taking off after his two friends.

richie bolted off his bed when he heard the gunshot. it sounded close. too close.
his mind raced to eddie, who was supposed to have been at his house over thirty minutes ago.
richie went flying out of his house and into the street, frantically looking around. he began walking the way eddie usually came, only to find his boyfriend laying in a pool of his own blood just around the curve of the road.
"oh my god eddie!" richie screamed.
"i-i'm ok 'chee," eddie breathed. "it just-just hurts a bit."
"i'll call an ambulance baby don't worry!" richie called over his shoulder as he sprinted back into his house.

eddie stayed conscious through everything, until they put him under for surgery. richie stayed with him for as long as he could, but once eddie went into surgery he was alone.
he had to call the losers club, one at a time, tearfully telling each of them everything he knew, and that they would postpone his boyfriend's birthday party.
everybody was understanding, and told richie to call them when eddie was in the clear.
a short half hour later, eddie was out of surgery and resting comfortably in a hospital bed with richie sitting beside him.
"eddie you know you can tell me who did this to you, right?" richie asked for the umpteenth time.
eddie looked down. "i don't remember who it was," he muttered. he couldn't give away victors name after he saved him. eddie owed him that much at least. besides, if he ratted out patrick and henry, victor and moose would inevitably be drug in as well.
richie sighed, but pushed the subject no further as the doctor walked in.
"hey eddie, glad to see you're recovering so well," he said. "but we're gonna keep you overnight just to make sure everything stays this well."
eddie sunk back into his pillows. "ok, i understand," he mumbled, begging the tears in his eyes to stay put, at least until the doctor left.
the doctor left quickly, to the relief of eddie. richie had his arms around the smaller boy in an instant as eddie let out a soft, pitiful sob.
"fuck," eddie sniffled.
"i know hun. this is probably the worst birthday you've ever had and i'm so fucking sorry baby."
eddie pondered over richie's words, before letting out a sad laugh.
"it's actually not," he said with a sigh. "at least i can be with my wonderful boyfriend for this one."
richie smiled down at eddie and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"eds, i promise i'll make this all up to you tomorrow. i'll take you out to breakfast, or brunch, when we leave here. then we'll figure out a good time to meet up with the friend group, ok?"
eddie smiled. "i'd love that more than anything. you're really the best boyfriend, thank you so much."
richie smiled, kissing eddie's forehead again. "anything for you my love. you should rest now, ok?"
eddie nodded. "ok 'chee, but if i fall asleep, don't leave."
richie nodded. "i won't bubs. and i never will."