richie angst one shots prob

panic

"GET YOUR ASS UP" wenworth screamed in richie's face. richie was lying on floor curled in on himself in a ball of pain. his "father" found out he got a B on his test which was considered failure in there household. so richie, had to be taught a lesson.

"i-i'm s-s-sorry!" he stuttered like crazy. his dad scared the shit out of him no matter what. i mean who would blame him?

"GET. UP." went repeated until richie was shakily on his feet looking up at him.

wentworth punched richie flat in the face with all his strength. richie yelped hard and fell to the floor once again.

went finally walked away grabbing a bottle of alcohol and heading out the front door, probably to go get drunk.

richie lied there on the hard, cold floor sobbing his eyes out. why was he stuck with such shitty parents?

it took him a while but he eventually made it into his bedroom and crawled over to his nightstand, grabbing his phone out and opening his and eddie's messages.

rich ❤️: hey eda

eds 🫶🏻🫶🏻 : hi richie ! how are you?

rich ❤️: nit goos

eds 🫶🏻🫶🏻 : what happened?!

rich ❤️: can u come oner

eds 🫶🏻🫶🏻 : shit yea im omw

richie set down his phone and just collapsed in on himself, not being able to hold his body up any longer. he just curled into a ball on the ground and waited for eddie to arrive.

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richie's window aggressively opened to eddie who was panting hard and squirming into his room. "richie!" his face dropped when he saw richie.
"what the f-fuck.." eddie mumbled.

"e-e-eds.. i-i" and then richie just burst into tears. he needed someone to tell about his abusive dad. his unloving mother. his trauma. his suicidal thoughts. but he just couldn't bring himself to tell the losers anything about it.

eddie was in shock. he had NEVER seen richie cry before. let alone like this.

"hey.. hey! rich! hey, its okay.. i'm here, chee." he grabbed richie and tried to hold him in a hug, but richie couldn't breathe. he wanted to tell eddie. the boy he loved with everything in him. but he was scared.

once eddie realized he wasn't helping, he pulled out of the hug and cupped richies face. "rich! it's me! it's eds! breathe, richie. its alright." eddie said soothingly.

"n-n-no it's n-not!" richie yelped, trying hard to stop crying. he felt so weak.

"it will be!- okay just listen. listen to my voice, rich and do what i say. okay breathe in." richie tried his best to do so. "hold it. alright good, now breathe out. good, good job rich. again."

once richie had calmed down and his breathing was almost normal again, eddie was eager to know what happened to get richie so worked up.

"w- can i ask what happened??" he said to richie.

"i-... i can't t-tell you" richie said in reply, still sniffing as a few tears still rolled down his cheeks.

"you can tell me anything, richie. i'm your eds..!"
richie chuckled lightly but his smile faded right as it appeared on his face. "uh-uhm.. my- my dad.." richie mumbled.

"your dad..? what did your dad do?" eddie asked, leaning in showing he was very curious.

"h-he uh.. may or may not be the reason i-i'm always sorta beaten up-up at school..?" richie replied nervously.

"WHAT?!" eddie practically screamed.

"i-its not a big deal.."

"yes the fuck it IS! thats so fucked up. why the fuck didnt you tell me? or anyone?! what about your mom, does she know??" eddie asked, rambling.

"yeah, she knows. she just doesn't give a shit about me and my well b-being i guess.."

"fuck, rich! im so so sorry.. you deserve better.."

richie had no clue why, but those words. those words made him burst into week tears and fall into eddie. eddie held him, one hand on the back of richie's head, whispering "its okay"s and "ive got you"s every now and then to come richie down. he had his other arm around richies back as richie dug his face into his eddies shoulder.

this is all richie needed.

someone to cry into. truly, he just needed eddie.

( i need an eddie like this )
btw if someone already did something exactly like this im extremely sorry and ill delete it