i want to know you

full moon part 4

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 (not out yet)

pairing: richie x reader

age of the main characters: 17-18

word count: 3,134 (wow!)

warnings: smoking, cursing, sexual harassment, irresponsible driving

tense: 1st person

abbreviations: y/n : your name

prompts: 97: “ Don’t touch me. ”

music recommendations: goodbye (karaoke) by don’t hug me i’m scared, sweet dreams (are made of this) by emily browning, midnight in the garden by atli örvarsson

a/n: so many words wow hope you enjoy this long ass chapter! (i could’ve split it into at least two parts but it’s all for you 💜)

(goodbye (karaoke) by don’t hug me i’m scared LOOP ON)

I got through the already broken fence and stepped into the woods with ease. I could see the bloody balloon very well, surrounded by the fields of various trees and bushes, it was almost screaming to get my attention. I heard a subtle crack behind me, but couldn’t dare to get my focus off the flying object. Right away I noticed a big tree that no longer had the feeling of an unkept jungle. Inside the tree was a huge hole, pitch black inside, where probably five grown men could fit. The balloon suddenly stopped and levitated in place. Before I could proceed to overthink anything, a white gloved hand appeared from the tree hole. I watched as it clutched on the dirt, crawling out. When a red pompommed wrist showed, my nerves went loose and made me scream for my life.

I closed my mouth when the light caressing my closed eyes disappeared, and darkness surrounded me. I opened my eyes and just then felt the overwhelmingly intense cologne irritating my nostrils. Sound not hitting me yet, I tilted my head back and looked around. No longer was there a big tree nor the tree hole. Not even the bloody red balloon, but a bushy and disgustingly moist forest again. Looking up, I saw the face of Lucifer himself, Richard Tozier, gazing down at me, saying something in my direction. My hands were on his chest, while his on my shoulders, shaking me subtly. Just then, when all senses hit me, I heard his voice.

“(y/n), (y/n), jesus, do you hear me?” His tone was annoyed but also a bit worried, I guessed. I opened my mouth, trying to spit something out as well as going through everything that had happened. His hands were still clutched on my thin sleeves.

“I, uh, the tree, balloon...” I muttered. Richard’s brows furrowed, as he penetrated my eyes with his gaze, seeking an explanation. “Wait, you followed me here?”

He scoffed. “I found you screaming in the woods, talking about balloons, and you’re asking me about following you?” He’s avoiding the question. His hands finally left my shoulders and I took mine off his chest as well, missing the feel of a leather jacket on my fingertips left behind. I stumbled back and reflected on what had happened again.

“Let’s go back.” He pushed me in the right direction extremely cautiously and began to walk behind me, leading and watching my step.

A minute has passed, and I couldn’t gather my thoughts. The fact that Richard Tozier followed me to the woods hasn’t hit me yet, as the bushy forest disappeared and I was once again at the school backyard.

“Try not to die when I’m gone, okay?” And with that, Richard has passed me from behind, hands in his pockets, with no intention of going back to biology class. His head down and back arched, somehow with grace, he disappeared, once again, leaving me trembling.

(goodbye (karaoke) by don’t hug me i’m scared OFF)

***

“Anyway, we’re going to the shopping center in Augusta, you should come with us, (y/n).” Jane awakes my consciousness once again.

“Huh? Sorry, what for?” Her stare deepens as she raises her eyebrows at me.

“To try on prom gowns.” Jane repeats slowly, visibly not concealing her annoyance with me. “(y/n), you didn’t forget, did you? Prom is in three weeks.” She scoffed. I did forget.

“No, of course not.” I tried laughing it off, but my acting skills weren’t top notch. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go with you. I have something to get in Augusta anyway.”

“Great, so it’s settled.” Emma speaks up. “Wednesday after school, we’ll go by a bus.”

***

It’ll be good to take my thoughts off Richard for a while. Or so I thought, but didn’t realize how far away it would be from Derry. By the time we got there, I was already exhausted. Augusta, being the capital of Maine, population 18,594 as of 2017, has still been nothing compared to Phoenix. I glanced at the flashy, yellow sticky note once again, memorizing the address written down on it. Jane and Emma found themselves trying on the fifth dress since they got in the mall.

“Does it make my boobs look bigger? I think it does.” Jane fixed the corset. “(y/n), what do you think?”

I looked up from the note and murmured. “It’s nice.”

“That’s what you said about the other three.” She sighed.

“It looks very good on you.” Emma helped me out, clearly satisfying Jane with that. I glanced at the hung up clock and cautiously stood up from my spot by the window.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna go grab something from the library real quick. I’ll see you at the restaurant.” Jane let out a silent “oh, okay” and I left.

Leaving the mall, it was no surprise to notice raindrops falling down onto the uneven pavement. Asking around, I got to the destination on my sticky note. The library was extremely cozy. All woody and traditional. It reminded me of my favorite Hollister store in Phoenix.

“Are you looking for something?” An old lady sitting behind the desk uttered in a raspy voice.

“Yes, um, I’m looking for ‘The History of Derry’. Is there a chance I could get it?” I smiled lightly and found myself caressing my unpainted fingernails.

“Just a minute.” She stood up and walked to the nearest wooden shelf. After fixing her glasses and running her finger through the book spines, she grabbed one by it’s headband and handed it over to me. The book was a square covered in brown leather, with black painted words on top. I payed for it and left.

(sweet dreams (are made of this) by emily browning ON)

“Have a good night.” I exclaimed as I walked out, and concluded with surprise that it was already dark outside. The air was humid and the street lights were dimmed. I hid the book inside my messenger bag, and trying to recall the directions to the mall, I entered the dark maze of grey buildings and narrow alleys. The claustrophobic street opened as I found myself in a dimmed and moist crossroad between abandoned buildings, looking scarier than I recalled. A band of men standing next to their rusting cars, noticed an intruder, being me.

“Hey, where ya goin’, sweet cheeks?” One of them exclaimed as I fastened my pace. They laughed and walked towards me. A four pack of beer flew from behind me, landing in the men’s in front of me hands. I acknowledged that I’m being circled.

“What are you up to so late at night, huh?” He caressed my chin as I turned my head in the other direction, almost tripping over. My brain was frozen in place like a wheel that could no longer turn. I was paralyzed by my own fear. I knew exactly what was about to happen but I could do nothing to stop it. Soon, I would be nothing more than a news story of a young, innocent girl found dead on the streets of Augusta. There was no one here to save me.

“Don’t touch me.” I muttered through clenched teeth. They continued to laugh and circle me tighter, from time to time whispering something to me. Trying to get a glimpse of my predators, I felt dizziness hitting me. They were close enough now that I could see the sick, twisted grins of the two men in front of me. I spun on my heel, only to see that the others had expressions that matched. They would enjoy this. I could see it on their faces.

"I want her first this time Jared," the man closest to me said to one of his companions.

"No fair! You got the last one first!" he replied, outraged.

"Boys, since you can't seem to stop fighting, I'm going to get her all to myself." The oldest looking one said. Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision.

"Aw, come on!" the other man said. He came over to me and wrapped around the middle of my body. That one griped me so tightly he was going to leave bruises, not that it would really matter in the long run. "Such a pretty thing," he continued, stroking my face with his fingertips.

"Mmm..." his breathing began to speed up. Quick gusts of hot air were being blown onto my exposed skin. "Now where shall we begin?"

As I was about to shout for help, a violent tyre squeal made everyone jump away from the sound. As the men rushed back, I turned face to face with the familiar, matte black Toyota MR2. As I stared into the blinding lights of the car, the driver doors opened rapidly and a black figure walked out. In the dimmed light, his skin looked paler than ever, his eyes darker than in the sunlight.

“Get in the car.” He spit out as he pushed me towards the vehicle. I followed his command numb headed. Inside the car, I felt a gust of cologne hitting my nostrils. The upholstery was nice in touch and warm. I thrilled to the sensation as I observed a peculiar scene. Richard appeared to be having a staring contest with my predators. As they backed out, he slowly spun on his heel and got inside the car. Trembling, he did an irresponsible maneuver, almost hitting the men, then spun the car around and drove off violently. Holding onto the cup holder as much as I could, I heard a small ‘what the fuck’ coming out of his mouth. I glanced at his tense face.

“You followed me. Again.” I spoke numbly. Richard inhaled sharply.

“I was driving by.” I gaped unimpressed and observed his maneuver.

“You should put your seatbelt on.” He laughed at my nervousness, revealing his teeth.

“You put your seatbelt on.” He scoffed, fixing his grip on the steering wheel. I pushed my back against the passenger seat and stared at the road with no expression, as Richard drove dangerously, earning honks from the cars he has passed.

(sweet dreams (are made of this) by emily browning OFF)

***

“Where in the world have you been?” Jane exclaimed as I got out of the black matte car in front of the restaurant we were supposed to meet at. “We’ve waited for you over 3 hours! What the hell, (y/n)?” As I was about to apologize to Jane and Emma, a voice interrupted me.

“Sorry, it’s my fault.” Richard came out of his matte black car and smiled lightly at the girls, pushing his hair back, and making them gape uncontrollably. “We ran into each other and started talking. I lost the track of time.” He sure knew how to charm anyone. Jane tucked her hair behind her ear and exchanged the smile. “I thought (y/n) would be hungry, so I offered her a meal before a ride home, since it’s already dark outside.”

Jane and Emma looked at each other knowingly and grinned widely.

“No, I mean, of course. We were already leaving anyway, right, Jane?” Emma spit out, to which Jane nodded energetically.

“Yeah, so have a safe ride home, (y/n). See you at school.” She gave me a smile and passed me, giggling with Emma. I glanced at Richard, he seemed to be staring at me this whole time.

“A meal? Really?”

“What? If you’d rather stay with your best guy friends back there, you should’ve said so.” He spit out. “They sure seemed nice to me.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I followed him inside the restaurant. We sat down by the empty table with two seats. He handed me the menu. I glanced briefly at it, feeling his gaze on me.

“You know, I’m not that hungry.”

“Still, you should eat.” He didn’t move his stare off me.

“Why would you care?” I put the menu down. He thrilled to the sentence for a while. Before he could answer, a waitress with a punk hairstyle and heavy makeup approached our table.

“Hi there, how could I help you?” She says, swaying her hips and checking out Richard, as if I didn’t exist. He took a look at the menu for the first time and turned to the waitress.

“Cheese ravioli for this lady.” I looked away as he used his most seductive voice. She wrote something down.

“And something for you?”

“A glass of water would be great.” He smiled stunningly, making her blush.

“It’s on me.” The waitress winked at him and left, swaying her hips once again. He concentrated on me at last.

“What if I was lactose intolerant?” Richard laughed at my seriousness.

“Then I’d be in trouble.” He flashed his pearly white teeth at me and I looked away once more. I bit my lip awkwardly. I had so many questions buzzing in my head, none of them escaping my mouth. The feeling of confusion made me scream for a rest. I shouldn’t be afraid of him, definitely shouldn’t show him that. Who is he to me? No one, right. He’s no one.

“Why did you follow me?” A question rolled out of my mouth. His face was expressionless, making it even harder for me to read him.

“I already told you. I was driving by.” Does he take me for a dumbass? His eyes showed no emotions, yet lips formed into a thin line.

“Yeah, sure. Just like that time in the woods, right? You were just...” I crossed my arms. “Passing by.” Whatever he was doing, was not working on me. All of his lies and explanations. Richard smirked, looking down at his hands.

“I guess you could say so.” I scoffed in disbelieve. At this moment, the waitress trespassed our bubble of awkwardness and placed a glass of water in front of him. I gave her a death stare as she left. “You know...” He brought my attention back to him. “You’re so stubborn, why can’t you just thank me and forget all of this ever happened?”

“Listen.” I raised my voice, stern as ever. “I don’t know what it is that you’re doing, but I want you to tell me about Neibolt.” Richard stiffened. “I saw the way you reacted at the party when I said it’s name. I know you can tell me what it is.” His stare was no longer relaxed, brows furrowed and lips still formed into a thin line. “Please.”

He looked away for the first time. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I scoffed at his response.

“You’re kidding me, right? Of course you know what I’m talking about.” I exclaimed, but quickly hushed myself. “I want to know. I want to know what the Neibolt house is and why I’m having these god awful nightmares. I know it sounds crazy... but there’s something that pulls me towards it.” He sighed, as his gaze softened.

(midnight in the garden by atli örvarsson LOOP ON)

“See? Why are you like this?” My eyes widened, brows furrowed. “I tried avoiding you, keeping my cool, but you pulled me inside your world and now, it’s too late.” His tone was soft and vulnerable. Richard looked around as if someone was overhearing. “I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day, I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces, but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers...” The waitress cut him off, as she placed a plate before me. She smiled once again at Richard, but he didn’t exchange it, still tense. He sighed as she left.

“Weren’t you the one who told me to stay away from you?” I huffed, clenching my fists.

“I meant it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to.”

I tried gathering my thoughts. Frustrated at not being able to answer him, I looked down at my plate and began to eat the already cold pasta. Did he just open up to me? I couldn’t believe he was the same Richard from school, cold and calm. I heard a chair squeak against the wooden floor as Richard stood up from his seat, hands in pockets.

“I need to go for a smoke.” He murmured and left. I noticed he left money to pay.

After a few minutes I couldn’t stand the tension and left a half full plate. As I walked out, I saw him leaned against his car, a cigarette in his mouth. He threw it out and crushed with his heel. We got in the car and he started the engine. His quietness was intimidating.

“Richard..” I broke the silence. “Please, I need you to tell me about Neibolt.” He fixed his grip on the steering wheel. I noticed he does that when he’s nervous. After a moment of silence, he spoke.

“Back there, in the woods, did you see a clown?” I wasn’t ready for such a question.

“I, uh, I guess. Yes? I think I did. I don’t remember much. I just know I saw a balloon, and when I followed it, it lead me to an old tree with a tree hole in it... Then something started coming out of it.” Richard fixed his grip again.

“Are you doing something tomorrow after school?” His voice was serious.

“No, I don’t think so.” Richard nodded to himself.

“Alright, I’ll show you something tomorrow.” As he said that, the car stopped. He got out the car and walked over to the passenger door, opening them. He leaned over to take my seatbelt off.

“I can do it myself.” I murmured coldly. I pressed my back against the seat, watching as he freezes before me. His side profile was right before my eyes, and I could smell his perfume very well. His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath. Richard backed out, almost embarrassed, and I got out of the car. We were outside my house. He closed the car doors behind me and once again glared at me. I exchanged the look, admiring his beauty. He truly is charming.

“Thanks.” I spit out looking down. I threw him an awkward half smile and proceeded to head home. I turned around at the doorstep and saw him leaning against his car, watching me. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I spoke up once again, seeing his dark as night eyes and a hand raised goodbye last time, before closing front doors behind me.

i ship you with... stanley uris!

(can i just say you sound like the prettiest and best person to be around)

and so thought stan when he first saw you at the derry high cafeteria

he noticed you sitting alone just drawing in your sketchbook, minding your own business

he walked to you and asked if he could sit next to you

ofc pretty confused you hesitantly said yes, feeling gazes of the losers’ club on the two of you

he really awkwardly started giving you compliments about your art and you found that adorable

and so as time flew by you were introduced to his crackhead friends and you became one of the losers (though beverly was skeptical of you for a short period of time)

richie became one of your best friends (right after stan) because you both share a great sense of humor

sometimes when you two get caught up in your jokes and forget about others, stan gets extremely jealous

he will say that it’s dark and he should walk you home (you live on the same street) just to end your conversation with richie

rude

anyway you love it because you’re also extremely overprotective of him and hate when that one chick in biology class compliments his handwriting

oh and one time when he pulled you away from richie and walked you home, you took advantage and kissed him at your door before saying bye and hiding inside your house to end up screeching behind closed doors

and he was shocked and stood there for the next three minutes which you found hilarious

since then you were openly dating

oh and did anyone said something about height?

my, my... did you forget about...

puberty?

(an experienced 5’7”, 15 year old girl who has always and still is hovering over every girl but is a chipmunk next to boys)

my dear, maybe stanley is not as tall as richie or bill, but he’s still 6’1”

so it’s all good.

at the end of the day, he’s stan

full moon part 3

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 (not out yet)

pairing: richie x reader

age of the main characters: 17-18

word count: 1,061

warnings: smoking, cursing, drinking¿

tense: 3rd person, 1st person

abbreviations: y/n : your name, h/c : hair color

prompts: none

music recommendations: got well soon by breton

a/n: literally no excuses for this short part and my long ass hiatus lol enjoy

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the full moon, but he could tell this was no ordinary night. He could feel it in his gut and he was ready for anything.

There’s an old, abandoned house in front of you with an odd feeling about it. You take a step forward and find yourself in a damp, cold and dark place you can’t recall. Is it a sewer? You started looking around. The tall and wide, round room was full of tunnels and trash. It smelled like roadkill. You glanced down and noticed a postcard and picked it up. It said “Best Wishes From The Town of Derry!” You flipper it and read the words out loud. “Did you miss me?”

Suddenly you got a painful headache. You dropped the postcard and grabbed your head violently, messing up your (h/c) hair. A whisper was the first thing you heard. Then voices. Then screams.

“IT’S BACK. NEIBOLT. BLOOD. THIRSTY. BACK. NEIBOLT HOUSE. KILL. BACK. BACK. BACK.”

You opened your eyes panting and laid a hand on your chest, feeling your racing heart.

“Just a dream...” The clock showed 9 pm. You’re late for the party.

‘I don’t remember falling asleep. Weird.’ You thought, sitting up and rubbing your eyes before getting out of bed and grabbing your bag.

(got well soon by breton ON)

(Y/n) felt the deep bass in her chest as she pulled over at Jonathan’s house, full of teenagers making out, drinking and smoking. She sighed. Slamming the car doors behind her, she put her hands in her jacket pockets. Entering the house, (Y/n) already found herself being pushed back and forth.

“(Y/n)!” Jonathan greeted her, trying to get through the crowd. She smiled.

“That’s... a lot of people.” She shouts over to him.

“Yeah, awesome right?”

“Sure” (Y/n) spotted a bathroom upstairs and pointed over at it. “If you excuse me...” But Jonathan already got pulled back by one of his jock friends. She sighed and pulled her hair back. Upstairs, she noticed cracked doors. Pushing them open she found herself in Jonathan’s bedroom. On her right was a balcony, there was someone, bender over the railing. (Y/n) approached the balcony carefully. The person put his head up and looked back at her.

“You scared me.” Richard said calmly, tapping the rim of his cigarette off. (Y/n) licked her lips and approached the balcony, avoiding eye contact. She inhaled sharply.

“You weren’t at school.” She gazed at him, studying his features as he stared at the stars far away.

“Yeah.” He muttered. (Y/n) felt a gulp in her throat.

“Your friends...” Richard finally looked her right in the eye as she spoke. “Ever since... the fight, they were acting strange towards me.” She finishes sheepishly. He chuckled and looked away, taking a puff of his cigarette.

“Of course.” He said under his breath, loud enough for (Y/n) to hear.

“I-I heard something bad happened to you, Ben and other two kids who don’t attend our school.” Richard snapped his head to her.

“What are you talking about?” He said, not losing his temper, though his face showed different. His eyes were squinted, lips formed into a thin line.

“I... heard rumors.” (Y/n) muttered, wide-eyed. He laughed yet again, this time showing his perfectly white teeth.

“Don’t investigate much, little one.”

‘“little one”?!’ Her brows furrowed.

“Why?” She put her hand on the railing, unconsciously getting closer to him. Richard looked down at her and opened his mouth, giving her time to scan his lips.

“You shouldn’t talk to me.” Her eyes immediately snapped to meet his.

“What do you mean?” (Y/n) flings, getting furious. He turned his whole body to her, throwing the cigarette out. She could finally examine his clothes. He was still wearing his leather jacket and ripped jeans, apart from a bloody red Nirvana t-shirt.

“Exactly what I just implied, doll.” (Y/n) felt dizzy. She was angry but at the same time disappointed. She swallowed the saliva stuck in her mouth, due to the gulp in her throat. She watched as he began to walk away. Suddenly, she heard only one thing in her head. She felt this word in her whole body.

“Neibolt!” She shouts. “The Neibolt House!” Richard turned around to look at her confused.

“How do you...” But (Y/n) didn’t let him finish. She didn’t want to hear anything from his trashy mouth anymore. She passed him furiously, nudging his arm.

She got down and pushed through the crowd to her car. She exhaled finally, laying her hands on the steering wheel. Richard watched down at her, from the balcony. The two locked their gazes for a moment before she broke it and drove away. One thing (Y/n) knew, she unconditionally and irrevocably hated Richard Tozier.

(got well soon by breton OFF)

I didn’t exchange a word with him ever since the party. I didn’t even dare to look him in the eye. It’s been 5 days already. I’ve been getting nightmares more and more frequently. I keep waking up in a dark room with a chair in the corner. I can never tell if something is there. Right now, it’s biology, and I’m sitting next to Richard, completely avoiding him, though it’s harder than it seems. I decide to glance over at him. He looks perfect as usual. His dark curls falling into his eyes with long lashes, perfectly sculpted nose splattered in freckles, the paleness of his skin contrasting with the red balloon outside the window... Wait, what? There’s a bloody red balloon floating right outside the window Richard is sitting next to. I widen my eyes and shift in my seat. Where have I seen it... Was it in one of my dreams? By this time, Richard has already noticed me staring in his direction and gazed at me confused. I lock my eyes with him for a few seconds before hesitantly standing up.

“I’m sorry... Miss, I need... uh, to go to the bathroom.” I storm out of the classroom, Richard’s gaze following me.

i ship you with... mike wheeler!

first of all you’re so tiny compared to him

like this boy was your height when you first met in seventh grade when you moved to hawkins

and then like in ninth grade he literally exploded and now he’s 5’13

LIKE WHAT HAPPENED PUBERTY WHO

so obviously he loves resting his head on yours like aw

sometimes he makes light jokes about you looking like a small teddy bear but when someone jokes about your height differences he gets super protective

“dude you look like a giraffe next to her”

“yeah and what’s the problem with that?”

and then you have to cool him down for literally no reason

ok but you also force him to read books

like he hates books unless it’s about dungeons and dragons

“y/n this book sucks.”

“we can play dungeons and dragons when you finish the next five pages.”

“ok”

cause you’re huge nerds.

one time you suggested you take drawing classes at school

and he literally thought you went crazy

like me? drawing? yeah sure good luck

but guess what

he loved it.

and from that moment he started drawing like crazy

he even borrowed crayons from will once and gave them back half the size they were when he took them

i mean

he’s not good.

but he loves drawing and you find that adorable

which means drawing dates

“hey y/n do you want to come over to my place today? i got new canvases”

he also loves when you play with his hair

you make him go to school in ponytails a day before he gets a haircut

yep he’s angry every time and yep he does it every time because he can’t say no to you

but can we also talk about how amazed he is by you when you help others

he knew you were amazing and kind to people cause damn that’s one of the thousand of reasons why he asked you out

but like you could literally work at a suicidal prevention hotline and save thousands of lifes and he was sure of that

you were the one who had to calm him down when max joined the group

he hated her and you made him at least accept her

you also gave lucas courage to go talk to max at the snowball dance

+ not even mentioning when you had to screw up your dress just to give dustin a shoulder to cry on that time

but avoiding that

mike thought you were literally an angel when he saw you in that dress

richie: i thought i was your arch enemy