🌥️• Fix me up, Doctor K! • 🌥️

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⛈️ • Trigger warning: S3lf h@rm, h0m0ph0b1c s1ur.
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"Richie don't be an idiot!" Eddie yelled at the boy standing on a shaky tree branch. Richie smiled and hopped up and down on the tree. "See! Tough as nails, E-" he couldn't finish his sentence before the branch snapped. Richie fell along with his dignity, and groaned as he hit the floor. Eddie walked over to him and placed his hands on his hips. He sucked his teeth and snorted. Richie rolled his eyes and held his hand up. "Are you going to look at me judgmentally, or are you going to help me up? Or do both." Eddie laughed and pulled to boy up. "Let me see your arm, idiot." Richie's face went dark and he shook his head. "I'm okay Eds, It doesn't hurt." Eddie pushed up the glasses that made their way halfway Richies nose back up and flicked his forehead. "Let me see. I want to make sure that it's not sprain." Richie shook his head vigorously and pulled away from the touch he yearned for. You see Richie had a secret. It wasn't just that he was queer, because that's wasn't quite the secret anymore, no. That was more a well known fact around Derry. His real secret, just so happens to be the one thing that can ruin everything he had built up in Derry in a single moment. He was in love with his best friend. He wish he wasn't, and when he had figured himself out, he sat in his bathroom for fourty-five minutes crying. He also had another secret, and another, and maybe a few more. No one knew them, obviously, Richie never showed his true feelings to anyone. It was always "your mom" this, and "your mom" that. But, this secret was bigger. It was depressing. And Richie would rather keep these on his wrist as a constant reminder of who he really is, than forget it. He bets Henry Bowers would agree, because he was the one that put those reminders on his wrist. 'Faggot' written on his left arm, and above it a large red spot from where he fell. Eddie rolled his eyes and looked at Richie lovingly. "Please let me make sure your okay, Richie. I don't want you getting hurt, because then you'll go to to the hospital-" Eddie continued talking but Richie had zoned out. As he stared into space and thought about his arm and how the doctor would react to such a thing on his arm. He would probably get kicked out of the hospital, right after his parents found out and kicked him out of the house. They weren't the most understanding of people, Wentworth constantly trying reminds Richie that they wish that had a girl rather than him, because he was "hard to work with." Like a girl would be any better. All while his mother, Maggie, who was more understanding, and less compassionate, would beat his ass until he was black and blue, then make him sleep outside. Richie shuddered at the thought and looked at Eddie who was calling him, and looking at him worriedly. "Heyyy Richhhhie!" Richie looked up at him with tears in his eyes, and hugged him quickly. "You can do it, but you have to promise you won't tell anyone."  Eddie rose an eyebrow but officially decided to help after a few seconds of trying to read Richies sad expression. "I need to see your arm." Richie brought his left arm forward and smiled sadly. Eddie patted Richies hair, something he knows Richie really likes. It's one of the things that makes him shut up. Eddie pets Richie's head for a few seconds and then lifts up his shirt from the bottom to take it off. When the full shirt was off, Eddie gasped seeing the scars on Richies wrist. "Did bowers do that to you?" Eddie asked while eyeing some fresh ones. "Umm, that-" He pointed at the big letters- "yeah. The rest, nah" Eddie rose his eyebrows in shock and tilted his head. "Did you do the rest..to yourself?" Richie felt tears try and break out of his eyes. Eddie took his silence as a yes, and wrapped his arms around Richies waist. Richie noticed how Eddie's fit right in his arms and smiled about how comfortable the hug was. "Why did you do that to yourself?" Eddie asked, trying to understand Richie's situation. "Long story. It ends in me having a panic attack and needing a release. I tried to quit, you know. You remember a while ago, I was acting sad and all that?" Eddie nodded and set his hand on Richie's. Richie blushed and shook it off before continuing with his story. "Yeah well, it's because I was clean for like 3 months. I didn't know how to cope with my feelings. I still don't know how, Eds." Eddie smiled sadly at the boys confession. "I can help you, Rich. Whenever you want to vent, come to me. I'll be here, I swear." Richie smiled. "Well enough sad and sappy stuff, let's get me all wrapped up and stuff." Eddie grappled a bandage wrap and wrapped Richie's wrist in it tightly. "I'm done, Richie." Eddie said and Richie looked up from the comic book he was reading. "Oh nice Dr K!" Eddie rolled his eyes and smiled. The boys both made eye contact. Richie blushed as he saw the smaller boy come closer. 'What am I doing' Eddie thought, before closing the gap in between their lips, causing them both to close their eyes. Richie put his hands on Eddie's waist, pulling him closer. Eddie's hands tracked to Richie's hair, and they cooled around Richie's stubborn locks of black hair. Finally Eddie had broke the kiss to take off Richie's glasses and place them on himself. "How do you think I look?" Eddie said before bringing Richie closer. Richie smirked and kissed Eddie's neck. "You're so cute, Eds. I love you so much." Eddie whined at the praise and connected him and Richie's lips again. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as the two boy's body crashed together. When they pulled away, Richie smiled at Eddie. "I've been wanting to say this Simse I was 7 years old. I am in love with you, Edward Kaspbrack!" Eddie blushed and kissed Richie on the cheek. "I have loved you forever, Richie."

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