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Ooooh thank you!! And sure! I’m gonna write it in my little hc format if that’s okay!
-it had been a week since Eddie and Richie found out about their crushes on each other
-it had been a total accident and entirely Stan’s fault. After all, it was Stan who had asked Richie how his plan went over last night right in front of Eddie during lunch. The same Eddie who had been the center of this grand plan of Richie’s to finally confess his feelings. But he had chickened out at the last second, and never even bothered going to Eddie’s house
-so when Richie choked out a loud laugh and practically yelled “PLAN WHAT PLAN I HAVE NO PLANS DO YOU HAVE A PLAN STAN THE PLAN MAN”, Stan just gave him a weird look and said “the plan about asking out Eddie? He was just telling me this morning about how happy you make him and-” only to be cut off by Eddie slapping his hands over Stan’s mouth
-Richie and Eddie just stared at each other, cheeks blushing scarlet, before darting off in different directions of the lunchroom
-with a bit of prodding (and pulling and dragging) from the other losers, Eddie found Richie camped out on the back steps of the school, and they talked over what just happened. They both liked each other, and they had for a while
-but it had been a week since then. They never really put a label on it, still unsure about the whole situation, but they hung out together every day on what could be considered dates if you included watching movies in Eddie’s room, walking to the pharmacy together only to walk all the way back empty handed because Richie knocked over a display case, trying to get their homework done together, and one lazy afternoon of laying in the grass
-and while Eddie loved the time spent together, something was eating away at him since the moment he found out that his love wasn’t unrequited. It had been burning in the back of his mind like a single match that had grown into a wildfire, sending heat into his chest every time he thinks about it. It was so simple, but he wanted it so badly
-Eddie wanted to kiss Richie Tozier
-and little did he know, sitting only a few inches away on the edge of the quarry, Richie was thinking about the same thing. He wanted to, god he did, but he couldn’t get himself to just…do it
-the last week had been bliss and agony, a mix of adoring every minute he got to spend with Eddie and slowly suffering as his hands refused to move, the words he wanted to say wouldn’t come out, and his shoulders froze every time he thought about leaning in. Hell, he had to talk himself up for 20 minutes just to hold Eddie’s hand
-Richie Tozier was not shy. He was loud, he had no problems with being the center of attention, and he liked being heard.
-but this was different. This wasn’t a stupid joke. This wasn’t the Losers club. This was Eddie.
-he wanted to make it perfect for him, and he didn’t know if he could
-But Eddie had enough. Without much warning, Eddie suddenly turned and announced “I want you to kiss me”
-Richie nearly fell into the quarry, hands grappling at the edge to keep him above water
-“You w-what?”
-“Kiss. I want you to kiss me. Do you?”
-and in Richie’s mind he’s going fuckfuckfuckshitfuckingshit-“y-yes?”
-so with the sudden burst of determination provided by Eddie’s hopeful eyes, Richie leans in and gives him a chaste kiss that they both secretly think was way too short
-they both stare at each other when Richie pulls away, wide-eyed for a second, but then bursting into laughter, both so happy and relieved that they had finally gotten over that hurdle
-Because now that they had gotten the first, shy kiss out of the way, Richie wasn’t so nervous about initiating the next one, or two, or ten
-and maybe he would, just after he asks Eddie to be his boyfriend