Fluffy Oneshots

-^medication^- ((Richie//Eddie))

a/n : the year here is 2022, characters are aged 16-17, i put it in 2022 because i didn't wanna write all the covid stuff)((hence richie's birthday being 05'))
TW : slurs. (only ones i can reclaim :) )

"Eddie, I've picked up another prescription for you"
"Mom i don't need them."
"Eddie Bear, oh my, What do you mean you don't need them, yes you do."
"Mother, I hate to break it to you, but i'm not dad, i'm not gonna die on you ok"
"Eddie. Take the damn pills."
            🔪——🔪
Eddie laid awake on his bed. Pondering the fight with his mother. He picked up his iphone. An Iphone 7 to be exact. Rose gold with a pastel blue flowered case. Yea, he got called slurs every once in awhile but, he didn't care he liked daisies. 9:47 pm. Richie. The name flashed past his screen.
"Rich"
He punched in his phone password. 030705. Yeah sure it's cliche, but Richie meant a lot to him, so yea his password was his best friends birthday.
He opened the text notification.
"Eds! meet me at the skatepark pls <3"
"Rich it's literally almost 10"
"spaghetti, pls"
"ughh fine"
Eddie didn't often sneak out, but after the fight with his mom, he needed an escape anyway. Richie has been his escape in the past, why not once more. Eddie liked to think he didn't like Richie, that Richie pissed him off, that Richie's jokes were shameful. But in all honesty, he liked the jokes and the nicknames. He liked the when Richie randomly came to his windows, he liked when Richie spammed him online with texts ranting about his personal life. He got out of his bed to go get a cup of water, making sure his mom was asleep. Luckily enough she was, he had a beanie he stole from Richie on his head, his hair ruffled up as he was trying to go to sleep, before richie texted of course. He has an oversized hand me down black and white sweater. He cuffed his cotton candy blue colored jeans before putting on his converses, colored cotton candy pink to math his jeans. He made sure for one last time that his mom was genuinely asleep. He left his house and went down his street on his yet again hand me down skateboard, this time from Richie. It was a dark red covered in edgy stickers, bands, movies, all kinds of things. It didn't suit him at all, but it was a skateboard, he knew how to use it and he liked it. Plus it gave him a reference to the things Richie liked. His iPhone headphones blasted Troye Sivan into his head. As he turned the corner to the skatepark, Strawberries and Cigarettes started playing.
"what'd you need, Rich" Eddie scoffed when he got to Richie. Though he really did wanna be there with him.
"Bad night. Just needed company" Richie looked down and sighed.
Eddie sat down next to Richie and subconsciously rested his head on the taller boys shoulder.
"same. wanna talk about it" "woah, ed's wants to hear me talk!" "Rich, come on"
"Fine, just Bowers on the internet. I don't know, plus my sisters accomplishments and automatic praise from my mom. I guess I just wanna be noticed by my parents for once. And fucking Bowers." Richie scoffed, resting his head over Eddie's.
"so what happened with you, spaghetti" Richie grabbed Eddies hand without noticing even himself did it.
"my mom. she fucking won't listen to me about the meds and me not needing that shit." Eddie felt himself tear up, he knew he got to heated over it.
"woah Kaspbrak, it'll be ok." Richie pulled Eddie onto his lap, for a hug as he had noticed Eddie was crying.
🔪 —— 🔪
Eddie woke up, memories of him and Richie the night before. He realized his mom was at work. He sat up, glancing at his side table. A note next to a compartment of like 7 or 8 different pills. 'Fucking shit mom' Eddie thought out loud. He knew he'd have to take this pills or else his mom would somehow find out he'd gotten rid of them. His phone rang. Richie.
"Rich, i've gotta take these shit ass pills"
"I was just gonna see if i could come over jeez spaghet"
"yea fine fine"
"thanks"
Eddie hung up before getting up and rushing to his kitchen to take the abundance of pills.
'I probably shouldn't take this many at once'. Eddie thought whilst scarfing down the pills he knows he shouldn't take and doesn't need. Eddie knew Richie would be at his house within the hour, since he'd slept in his cotton candy themed outfit, all he did was lay down and play Mother Mother, as it was one of the bands on Richie's old skateboard. As hayloft played he began drifting from reality.
"Eddie." he heard from his hallway.
"Richie? Hey"
"What the hell are you wearing? You look like a fag my mans" Richie scoffed.
"I look like a what-" Eddie choked, the air was getting hotter and tighter.
"Why am i even here, Why'd i wanna hang out with YOU" Richie slapped him.
The slap burned into Eddies cheek as he started hyperventilating.
He heard a door open, but he didn't wanna know what it was, his face burning, tears rushing down, barely breathing.
"Eddie? Kaspbrak, you ok?" Richie came running into Eddies room.
Richie walked in to see Eddie in the middle of what looked like a panic attack. Richie quickly slipped off his shoes, shut Eddie's door, and put all his things down within seconds. 'holy shit what happened' Richie thought while making his way to the smaller boys bed. Though it was a split second it felt like hours to Richie, like he wasn't gonna reach Eddie in time.
He finally got to Eddie, but it seemed like the boy was scared of him. Though Eddie couldn't really mutter any words.
"Eddie. What happened? it's ok it's ok. I'm here, you're safe" Richie pulled the boy into a hug. A tight embrace. Not wanting to let him go.
"Richie.." Eddie had finally got his breathing under control.
"I- I thought you didn't wanna hang out with m-me"
"what? why in the ever loving shit would I, Richie Trash mouth Tozier, not want to hang out with YOU" Richie was severely confused.
"You.. you said i looked like a fag and walked out?,," Eddie stuttered, still not able to figure out what had really went down.
"Eddie. I- I would never have called you such names, and I'd certainly never insult the way you dress" Richie mumbled still tightly hugging the boy.
Eddie hugged Richie back, digging his head into his shoulder. Richie started to look around the boys room, Slowly panning around try and decode the problem. His eyes met the 7 slot pill container, meant to conceal pills for everyday of the week. Though, Eddie himself was perfectly healthy without all of them, Eddies mom had decided to load the container with 8 unique pills, almost all foreign to Eddie. 2 of which weren't even supposed to be taken by someone his age.
"Eds, how many pills did you take after you hung up with me?"
"around 8"
"Eddie. That's what caused it. You hallucinated. You're mom, she,,, Eddie." Richie has finally pieced together the situation.
"oh my god" pure disgust filled Eddies voice as he gagged at the realization.
Richie decided to pick the boy up and carry him to the kitchen.
"Just saying, Eds, I have no idea if this'll work, but drink this." Richie handed him a full glass of milk hoping it would calm down the drugs still in Eddies system.
Eddie drank the whole cup, hoping just the same.
They went back to Eddies room, and again it played through Eddies mind. The word. Fag. Sure he'd been called it before countless times, but never by Richie.
"Spaghetti."
"Rich"
"you know I'd never call you a fag regardless of how you dress or act, or looked, or honestly even if you liked dudes" Richie had noticed Eddies expression drop previously.
"i- uh. Thanks" Eddie sniffled.
"Hell man, even i've been called a fag, it's okay, you just get used to it, especially when what they're insinuating is true. but even if it's not, you shouldn't take it to heart" Richie didn't realize what he'd let slip until he replayed what he'd said in his head. Shit.
"Rich,, you, like boys.?."
"and girls, hell man, i like people, i don't care."
Eddies moment of fear faded after Richie told him. He got back to his normal self almost instantly.
"Anyone in particular" Eddie grinned poking at Richies cheek.
"wouldn't you like to know?" Richie tickled Eddie in response to the poking.
Through Eddies giggling, he manages to respond, "come on tell meee,, I'll tell you who i likeee"
"Damn Spaghet, you're acting like a middle school girl. you know what fine on three."
"1"
"2"
"3" Eddie sighed, Richie would've found out eventually.
"you,," Richie responded first, before Eddie could finished.
"me,,?" Eddie mumbled back. He'd liked Richie too, but he didn't expect mutual feelings. He was prepared to say, like Ben or something.
The shock wore off after a second or two and Eddie realized, he had the world in front of him. He could do what he wanted to the night before and so many nights before that.
"Rich,," Eddie hugged the boy. Richies entire faced flushed as he put his face into his palms.
"Ed-" Richie responded before being cut off by a feeling he never thought he'd experience.
Eddie had placed his hand on Richies thigh, his other pushing Richies hair, and well, hands out of his face. Eddie was centimeters away from Richie, honestly not even that.
Eddie pressed his lips against Richies. Richie put one hand on Eddies side and the other against his cheek, pulling Eddie as close to him as possible. They didn't pull apart until Eddie ran out of breathe, though Richie was fine. Richie slowly pushed Eddie back onto the bed, his leg in between Eddies thighs, his other over one of Eddies legs. Eddie of course was red as a tomato. Richie was holding himself above Eddie with his hands on opposite sides of Eddies head.
"Ed's,,, Would you be my boyfriend" Richie asked quietly, slightly embarrassed, but after the previous events, he wanted to shoot his shot.
"What do you think Trash mouth?" Eddie said as he pulled richies head down, to kiss him on the cheek.
"Im gonna take that as a yes" Richie giggled moving himself next to Eddie as they sat up.
"Can't wait time tell bev i'm dating Spaghet" Richie hummed.
"Rich i stg don't call me that when you tell her. "
"too late spaghetti, too late" Richie giggled.

A/N : yes spaghet is my friends name, what about it
yea i'll probably write more of this