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Kissing in Closets | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

requested | @/choetotakoe on tumblr, @/wolfhard-tozier on tumblr, @/wukindly on tumblr, @/beepbeeprichtozier on tumblr

warnings | Swearing, a small mention of Stenbrough, one gay slur

word count | 1,122

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi! I really love your creativity. And I want you to write for me. Losers play spin the bottle with the wish. When Richie twisted the bottle, it pointed to Y / n. Tozier took Y / n to the room where he kissed them. As it was his hidden desire. And confessed to them his feelings. After what they begin to meet.

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You groaned audibly, falling back onto the small couch. You turned your head to the side, now looking at Bill. You groaned once again before looking back to the ceiling.

"I'm bored." You said, making sure to draw out the last syllable. There were several mumbles of agreement. Yet still, there was no sign that anyone was going to move. Your eyes drifted to the clock hung on the wall, watching as the seconds ticked by.

"Alright, you sad sacks of teenage angst, we've gotta find something to do before our brains melt out of our ears," Beverly said, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. You moved your head slightly to look at her before letting it lul back down.

"Well Marsh, unless you've got any ideas, we're pretty much just gonna rot in Denbrough's basement until the end of the night." You replied, sitting up to look at her halfway through your sentence. She chewed on the corner of her lip slightly, her brows furrowed and her eyes scanning the room.

Her face lit up and she made her way to a crate full of glass bottles. She pulled one off the top, the label reading Pepsi. She turned to the rest of the Losers, her face gleaming with mischief. Her finger traced the opening before she tossed it to Bill, who fumbled to catch it. He secured his hands around it before glancing at Beverly.

"W-What's with the b-b-bottle?" He asked, setting it upright next to him. She laughed and sat across from him.

"Spin the bottle, with a twist!" She replied, a mischievous grin on her face. You sat up and smiled.

"Now that's the lame teenage party game we were looking for, Marsh! Come on, everyone in a circle!" You shouted and moved from the couch to the floor. There were several grumbles of protest but, after a few minutes, everyone was sitting in a sloppy circle.

"Alright, this is how it's gonna work. Bill is gonna spin the bottle and whoever it lands on, they have to go into the closet with them for seven minutes. You get one pass throughout the entire game, so choose wisely. You can only use the skip if you're the spinner though. Whoever it lands on is the person who spins next and so on. Understand?" Beverly asked, her eyes wandering to each person as she spoke. Nods went around and so the game began.

Bill grasped the middle of the bottle with his middle finger and thumb before spinning it. Everyone watched as it spun and spun. It began to slow down and once it came to a complete stop, it pointed to Stan. Bill's cheeks turned red as he stood up, avoiding eye contact with the bird-loving boy. Stan stood too before walking to the cramped closet in the corner of the room.

It wasn't hard to tell Beverly was a bit disappointed to see Bill walk to the closet with Stan. She had most likely suggested this game, hoping to relight the spark she first felt when she looked at him all those years ago. Well, relight it for him, at least. Although, it seemed her hopes were diminished as she watched them shut the door.

Eddie set the timer on his watch for seven minutes and you didn't think much was going on. It didn't sound like it anyways. There were no mumbled voices, no kissing noises, and definitely no loud noises indicating things were getting steamy. Nothing. The silence was filling the room and you couldn't help but cough. A loud beeping was heard and you looked at Eddie, who was fiddling with his watch.

"Times up faggots!" Richie yelled. You threw him a glare before glancing at the opening door. Bill stepped out first and Stan followed, joining the circle with a stoic expression. Bill avoided eye contact as he handed Stan the bottle, his cheeks flaming red. Stan grabbed it from him and spun it. It landed on Richie and you couldn't help but burst out in laughter. Richie wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at his best friend before placing his hand on the floor to stand.

"Pass," Stan said, rolling the bottle to Richie. Richie's mouth fell open as the bottle hit his foot. He sat back down with a sour face, apparently not liking the fact that he was rejected.

"Well fuck you too Stanley," Richie replied before spinning the bottle himself. Your eyes watched feverishly as it spun around. Sure, you hoped against all hope that it would land on you but it was so unlikely, you didn't expect much. It began to slow. Eddie... Ben... You... You. It stopped on you. Your eyes widened and you looked from the bottle to his smirking face. This wasn't real. It couldn't be.

"Shall we?" Richie asked as he stood up and held out a hand to you. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying to act like you didn't care. Trying to act like you didn't care that you were going to be stuck in a small closet with the person you've had a crush on since you were 12.

You pushed your body up by yourself and walked to the closet. You could hear Richie follow and your heart began to speed up. You swallowed and pulled open the door. You looked around as you stepped in. God, this is a lot smaller than I expected, you thought. Richie stepped in next to you and closed the door, all the light flooding out.

You cleared your throat before moving your body slightly. You kept moving, trying to get as far from Richie as possible, not wanting to make a fool of yourself. You moved your hand from your side to the front of your body. Upon doing so, you brushed against something. Richie made a noise of surprise and you knew exactly what you had accidentally grazed.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to do that! Holy fuck I can't believe I just... Oh, my God, this is really bad. Yo-You might think that I-"

Richie sighed as you began to apologize frequently. He rolled his eyes before grabbing your face and pushing his lips to yours. Your words trailed off as he kissed you, your mind going blank in the best way possible. His breath tasted of cigarettes and airheads, something you would never expect to taste so good together. He pulled away and you weren't exactly sure what to say.

"I like you (Y/n). A lot. And while this isn't exactly how I planned to tell you, I guess it'll just have to do. Can I take you on a real date after this? One where we're not kissing in closets?" He asked. You laughed.

"Yes, Richie. Although, kissing in closets isn't that bad."