#richie tozier x daughter

[girlystories]

L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

— pairings: Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x female/daughter of a cop/new student reader

Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie. Additional warnings: depictions of animal cruelty, patrick hockstetter (enough said) Words: 3.5k

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Chapter 2: Bigmouth Strikes Again

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 wasn't in a good mood that day, to say the very least. His dad had dragged him early to school for some reason. He didn't know why, and he didn't care. What he did know is that it disturbed his routine. 

He usually woke up by his dad's noisy way of getting ready for work – groaning from the living room, where he slept, and he'd demand his morning beer. If he even bothered, Henry would eat something as he waited for Belch to pass by his house to pick him up – a farm located at the outskirts of Derry. He'd get on his seat – which was of course, at the front, and they'd talk shit. Like they always did, although Henry chose most of the time to remain silent, always too moody in the morning. On the ride they would blast music, driving recklessly around town while the townsfolk would shout curses at them to turn the damn volume down. 

But not today. And he was pissed. On the way to school he was resting on his seat with folded arms, looking out the window and refusing his eyes to meet his father's. 

When he arrived he was about to wait at the parking lot for Belch and the others to arrive, but his old man shot him a glare, and he instantly knew what he meant. With his head low, he reluctantly walked up the stairs, turning his head around and seeing his oh-so great son-of-a-bitch dad watching him like a hawk, his stoic and hateful eyes hiden behind his round sunglasses. 

How much he wanted to fucking punch him right then and there, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't want to admit it, but he was weak against him. He could never manage the courage to stand up for himself, proving his point in being a paper man.

To his utter luck, he was seen by the headmaster, not managing to sneak past his office. He was given a lecture about his attitude and lack of presence, as expected. 

When he was finally let to go, his immediate next destination was back outside to meet up with the others. It was the time they usually arrived, anyway. Ten minutes before the first bell rang and they had to attend their homeroom class. 

"What the fu–"

Just as he was about to walk outside the building he felt someone collide with his chest. If the many and unnecessary nuisances until now wasn't enough, this instantly managed to form a vein on his temple as he clenched his fist. Today was his unlucky day it seemed. He stopped himself from punching whoever it was just as he met the girl's gaze. 

They both shared the same look of surprise. He studied her from head to toe, from the way she styled her hair – which looked somewhat messy – to her slightly parted lips and unironed clothes. 

For some reason he didn't know what to say. She seemed... familiar, but he quickly knew she was new. He'd never seen her at any of his classes before, or anywhere else at school. Was she even the same age as him? His eyes then looked behind her to the distance, seeing the all familiar blue Trans-am parked at the usual spot. Their spot, to be in fact. 

He grounded his jaw, frowning his eyebrows, as he pushed past her, not caring a bit if he pushed her or something. He almost didn't notice Tozier hiding behind her, clinging on her jacket. He snorted at that. He'd mess with him later. 

"Get outta my way," he threatened. 

The others were resting their weight against the Trans-am, invested in their good ol' morning chit-chat, some smoking, some not. He approached them with his head low, staring at his shoes, his hands shoved inside his jean pockets. 

"Someone's in a good mood," Belch was the first to acknowledge him, noting his already grumpy attitude mockingly as he elbowed Vic to the side, who grunted in response and rubbed his side. 

Henry shot him a glare. "Shut your fucking mouth," he said and grabbed his pack, shoving a cigarette between his lips and searching for his lighter. 

"Fucking hell," he grumbled. 

Patrick handed him his significant zippo – which was probably stolen from his grandparents. Henry took it and lit his death stick, exhailing a satisfied cloud of smoke, happy for something to easy his nerves and tremendous headache.

"Thanks."

"Did your dad give you shit again?", Vic asked after a long pause. 

He didn't respond, taking another drag. "The headmaster saw me and wouldn't shut up again about the same ol' shit. Be careful in case he sees you too."

"Well, I don't think he has a problem with me. My grades are decent enough."

"That's because you're not afraid to cheat, Vic," Belch remarked. 

The bleach-blonde boy scoffed in response. "I don't cheat, asshole. I, for one, have a goal I want to pursue."

"So do I, smart-ass."

"What, you mean becoming an Olympic player or something?"

"Fuck you, man. You know damn well how much I want to make it to the American League."

"Whatever."

Patrick cleared his throat as he stared forward to nothing in particular, holding back a laugh, while Henry was about to start yelling at them to shut up from beside him. "Are ya done?"

"You're one to talk, Pat," Vic grumbled under his breath, folding his arms.

He looked at him for a moment, letting out a snort of laughter. The icy stare ignored by Vic who looked down as he kicked a stone with his boot. Patrick threw his finished cigarette and patted Henry on the shoulder as he eyed his watch, passing him and starting to make his way to the building's back entrance. He was always first one to separate their morning meeting, despite Henry being the self-proclaimed leader of the group. 

"Meet ya after class."

Without waiting for a response he pushed the door, walking slowly inside. He placed one hand inside his pocket, while the other ran through his mid-length hair that hang around his face. 

Henry's warning forgotten, he passed the principal's office with ease. Patrick rolled his eyes when he heard his name called just as he was out of view. He could just continue his way, pretending he didn't hear him, but allas, he walked into the office. 

"What is it, Mr. Corbin?", his voice dramatically switched into a much innocent one than he intended. His eyebrows lightly raised as he held his hands together in front of him. 

Mr. Corbin took off his eyeglasses, stopping his work on whatever papers he had held in front of him. "Your grades," he started, sighing as he captured his facade. "You've been held back one grade. Are you on your way to make that a yearly end goal? You need to step up, Hockstetter."

Patrick stared back at him, his eyes void of all emotion. He had had this conversation with his parents countless times before. It mostly began after 7th grade, when things got more serious. They would constantly nag about his future – especially his uptight and anxious mother. He didn't care really, only choosing to live in the present. He was mostly out of touch with reality, always going with the flow. If he would magically share a similar life like his parents, that'd be fine. If he ended up tossed aside and unsuccessful, then so be it. 

"I've also been informed about your attitude outside school. These aren't news, I'm afraid. You and Bowers lack motivation, without a care what you'll be doing with your life in the future." 

Patrick was always twisted from a very young age, despite him not seeing it that way. He would get that sort of thrilling feeling through his veins whenever he viewed any kind of discomfort on another, more so when he inflicted it himself. It was so intriguing for him, from the way that rabbit moved so rapid and swiftly, trying to get out of his grasp. When it's escape went unsuccessful it started to make noises. Patrick would study it with round eyes, which eventually were followed with a wide smile. At that age he didn't attempt to kill it yet, and let it go. He didn't see death as a real thing, until he stumbled upon a starved kitten, it's ribs visible and it's legs weak. 

He tilted his head as he stood over it, the kitty meowed at him, it's high-pitched cries filling his ears. At first he found it terribly annoying, but then he came to enjoy it. It was suffering without the care of its mother. He kneeled on the concrete and the small cat saw this as a welcome to come closer. He tried petting it for a moment and it started purring in a weird way. His fingers run along it's dry fur and he gave more attention on its neck as he grew bored. He stopped and he felt a rush of adrenaline when the cat started meowing louder as he grabbed its neck, it's legs trying to scratch him to get back down. 

The corners of his mouth quirked up in an eerily smile, his eyes shinning slightly. He felt the same feeling when he squeezed the rabbit long ago, but this time he didn't stop and increased the pressure. The kitty stopped moving and it's jaw hang open, it's yellow eyes wide – too wide. He had to compose himself for a moment, releasing his hands as it fell sharpy. He was a god. A chuckle left his lips but he stopped when he heard a hault of steps from behind him. 

It was a young boy that seemed of close age range by his height. He expected him to turn back around and run away, but he didn't. Patrick held a cold gaze. 

"What do you want?" he asked. 

The boy – surprisingly approached him. "What you did was pretty cool."

Patrick didn't expect that. He smiled again. "I do it all the time," he lied but it was mostly the truth. 

The boy looked at the dead cat, then at Patrick. "I'm Henry."

"I'm Patrick."

Henry grinned, revealing a missing tooth. "Cool, wanna join me and my friends? We're on our way to throw paper towels that old lady's house."

"The one with the crazy mole on her nose?"

Henry nodded. Patrick thought about it first. He didn't really have any friends, so this was certainly a change. 

"Sure, why not?"

After that he became a member of the group, soon to be the Bowers Gang. At first he wasn't as welcome, being one year older, but they became so close, they were particularly like brothers. 

Mr. Corbin dragged a hang over his features, a headache starting to form. He waved towards the door, finishing: "that's about it. If you and Bowers get send here one more time, I'll have to take drasting measures. You'll get a pass this time. Mainly because it's your first time, Hockstetter. Now get your ass to class."

Satisfied, Patrick fixed his slouched back and turned around. He instantly noticed the unfamiliar girl next to the doorframe, her curious round eyes watching their interaction with keen interest, like a show being presented for her. Only she didn't applaud, and instead stood there awkwardly. Though she didn't quite fear him, it seemed, but Patrick knew that he'd have to give a good first impression then. That'd change her image of him for sure, he mused. 

He walked out the office with long steps, slowing down only as their eyes met and he instinctively licked his lips when he saw that it worked. 

He didn't care in hearing what the principal shouted at him just as he made his way to class, his mind only on the new victim he found and how he'd proceed next. The corners of his mouth quirked up into that same eerly smile. 

 

   Just as soon as lunch period came, [Name] went to take a seat at a table in the cafeteria, grabbing with her a weird looking sandwich and a soda. The school food definitely wasn't considered a five star meal, but she didn't have much of a choice, since she forgot to bring her own food from home. 

She didn't really care much about not having anyone to sit with, although some company would be nice. She would go sit with her cousin and his friends but she couldn't really find them in this crowd. Despite the town being small, the school was pretty packed. 

Just as she was about to take a bite of her sandwich, she felt someone being pushed against her back. She groaned in annoyance and turned around, ready to cuss whoever hit her. 

She stopped when she noticed a boy trying to stand on both his legs, though unstable. In front of him was the large looking guy she saw with Victor in class before, who wore a hat and a sadistic grin. He was about to make another move on him but turned his head around when he heard his name from the other side of the room – Belch, [Name] heard and looked over at the origin of the call, who was an annoyed looking Henry Bowers. [Name] also noticed Victor and Hockstetter with him. As expected. She still couldn't believe that he was possibly one of Richie's bullies. 

Belch glanced back at the guy who was pushed on [Name] with a piercing glare, though he didn't pay any mind on her. He then turned around and left, going back with his friends, who pushed the door opened and left the cafeteria. 

[Name] looked around, wondering if anyone else saw the whole thing happened, but everyone just went on with their businesses, except maybe like three people, but they still said nothing. She raised a brow. Why didn't anyone do or say anything? Do they control the school or something? She couldn't believe it. People fucking sucked here. She looked back at him, who tried to wipe the dust off of him. His clothes were messy and hang around his body, but he quickly fixed them, along with his posture. He cleared his throat. It took a while for [Name] to notice they initiated contact, and she grew awkward knowing that she was looking at him the whole time. 

She decided to break the silence. "You okay?"

He rose his eyebrows – almost surprised – and tried fixing his brown hair, which was not as easy without the use of a mirror. "Uh, yeah."

The awkward silence around them rose once again as he stood behind her while she had her head still turned around. It was growing sore by the second and she drew a leg over the seat, taking a more comfortable position. 

"Who the hell was that?" she asked. 

He seemed more surprised, as his mouth fell agape for a split second. "Hold up. You don't know him?"

"Um, no?"

He let out a laugh, almost not believing her words. "You're joking, right?"

She shook her head and shrugged. "Should I?"

"I mean, no but-", he continued to stare at her with a look of surprise. "You honestly don't know of the Bowers Gang?"

She didn't know how to respond, then she said, "Well, actually, I'm knew here."

Her words seemed to bring some sort of understanding as he let out an 'ohhh'. Without asking he sat next to her and stook out his arm. "I'm Aiden."

She shook it. "[Name]."

He leaned against his palm, the edge of his elbow just barely touching the table. "So you're new, huh? How come of all places you choose good-old Derry?"

"I used to live here a long time ago," she said. "For now I'm living with my relatives while we search for a house to rent or buy."

"Relatives? Who? I might know 'em.'"

"I don't know if you do, but I'm Richie's cousin and –"

Aiden's eyes widened again. It was pretty amusing how easily surprised he got. 

"You're Tozier's cousin? As in Trashmouth Tozier?"

"Hey, I'd really appreciate you not talking bad about my cousin."

He ignored it, continuing, "No fucking way, dude. That guy doesn't know when to stop."

"So?", she asked as her eyes narrowed. 

He waved his hands dismissively. "No – I'm just saying. He's just a pretty easy target amongst the Bowers Gang."

Just as [Name] was about to ask more, a voice called Aiden from the distance. Two girls waved at them and approached them. 

"We've been looking everywhere for you," the blonde-haired girl said as she gave him a quick hug. 

"Fucking Huggins thought it was funny to push me while I was about to leave," Aiden rolled his eyes. "But he immediately left. I don't care either way."

"Ugh, just ignore them. They're just dumb."

The brunette's focus was at [Name]. "Hey, you're the new girl, right? I think we share English together," she pointed out. 

She titled her head, trying to recall seeing her. "Really? I didn't really notice you. Sorry."

"Oh, where are my manners?" Aiden said. "This is Jamie and Evelyn", he pointed first at the blonde then the brunette. 

[Name] shook their hands, while she revealed her name to the girls. "I'm new here," she added. 

"And she's Tozier's cousin," Aiden interrupted with a grin. 

[Name] sighed at that as she opened her soda. "I still wanna know about that Bowers guy."

The girls sat at the other side of the table, sharing a look and then looked back at her.

"Well, it's best to say to not mess with him or the rest of his gang. Unless you're unlucky then you're fucked. It's best to just not be an easy target," Everly said. 

"It's almost like the whole town fears them," Jamie added. 

[Name] raised a brow. "How come they target my cousin?", she looked at the boy next to her. "Or Aiden for that matter."

He sighed. "It's... a long story."

It would be a lie if she said she wasn't curious, but decided not to push it. "Okay, well," she said between bites, "They better not mess with Richie again."

Everlyn leaned close, "I don't think you're in control of that. I'd advice you to tell Richie to just avoid them as much as possible."

[Name] frowned at that, but she didn't say more. There was something she could do, right? She took a sip of her soda and licked her lips. 

Jamie nudged her friend's shoulder next to her, "Hey, let's invite her to Frank's party," without waiting for a response she looked back at [Name]. "Wanna join us on Friday? It starts at 8 pm."

She stopped chewing as she glanced at the three reluctantly. She really wasn't in the mood for that, wanting to relax the first week. 

"Come on! It'll be fun! We'll introduce you to other people. That way you'll make friends or something." She placed her hands together in a pleading manner, flickering her long lashes. "Pleaseee? Evelyn will give you a ride."

Evelyn shot a disapproving glare at her, mostly because she didn't bother asking first, but it went unnoticed by Jamie. 

[Name] shrugged. "Sure, I guess?", she rubbed the back of her head. "But I'll leave as soon as I get bored. I'm not really in the mood these couple of days."

Jamie rose from her seat and walked over to her, squeezing her into a hug. "Yay! I swear you won't get bored. And if it makes you feel better I won't leave your side."

   Evelyn was kind enough to give [Name] a ride back home, but she didn't really mind since she gave the other two a ride as well. She thanked her as she shut the door behind her, seeing Aiden wave at her while Jamie blew a kiss from behind the window. 

She walked in the Tozier residence and called out if anyone was home. She heard no response and she shrugged. Richie would be with his friends while her dad, and uncle and aunt would be at work. She threw her backpack and shoes off, going to the kitched and opening the fridge. Groaning at the vague options and the rumbling sound from her empty stomach she opted with a bowl of cereal. She sat at the living room, the blanket embracing her comfortably as she wore her pajamas. She should probably have better done her homework or study for that history test, but she really needed some sort of peace. She wasn't really paying attention to the movie, or the random commercials but she was almost shaken up by the sound of her door opening. 

It was her dad. He seemed to be in a really good mood – if the wise smile he had wasn't obvious he greeted her with enthusiasm. 

She quirked a brow, muching on her cereal. "Why so happy? Not that I mind."

He took of his boots, "We're having a barbecue tomorrow!", he exclaimed simply. 

"Huh?"

"Cancel any plans for tomorrow if you have any."

[zombiigrll]

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.ᐟ i write mostly carl grimes x reader, but i'll also expand eventually to other twd + twdg characters (ex. glenn rhee, louis twdg, michonne, maggie rhee, beth greene, etc.) some other pieces of media i will (one day) write for are the quarry, until dawn, resident evil, final fantasy, the last of us! i'm also open to media suggestions <𝟑

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THE WALKING DEAD .ᐟ

˗˗˗˗˗ CARL GRIMES ⋆.°.‧₊

ANGST

FLUFF

SERIES

SONG INSPIRED

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MOM, HELP ME PLEASE. ☆ angst to comfort ☆ carol peletier + adopted!reader

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ENID RHEE ⋆.°.‧₊

BECAUSE YOU LIKE ME? ☆ fluff + friends to lovers ☆ enid rhee x fem!reader

SAFE WITH ME. ☆ angst to fluff ☆ enid rhee x fem!reader

FATHERS DAUGHTER. ☆ hurt + fluff ☆ enid rhee x fem!dixon!reader

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IT (2017-2019) .ᐟ

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RICHIE TOZIER ⋆.°.‧₊

DISCARDED. ☆ angst to fluff + crush ☆ richie tozier x gn!kaspbrak!reader

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[honorarypines]

Losers Club x PJO AU thoughts part 1

since we have seven members of the Losers Club and seven main demigods in heroes of Olympus, I decided to make an au!!

Beverly Marsh -> daughter of Aphrodite, since she's super pretty and into fashion. She grew up with her human dad, and he was just as terrible as in the canon. The only explanation as to how he managed to pull a goddess, I think his agressiveness reminded her of Ares. Due to her good looks Bev was often sexualized and slut shamed by her classmates, before she got to the camp. She lowkey hates her godly parent. In the camp she tries her best to not stand out in any way, maybe aside from upgrading her camp outfit with some cool handmade accessories. She has the power of charmspeak, her weapon of choice is either a sling like in the books or a spear like in the movies, it's yet to be decided.

Richie Tozier -> son of Dionysus, for obvious reasons. Even the actor that plays mr D in the show looks like some dystopian bad future version of Rich where he didn't end up famous of something. Richie grew up with his mom, who was very sweet and protective of her son. He had really hard time in school due to his hardcore adhd and dyslexia. Most of his teacher never gave him a chance, bc they already labeled him as the troublemaker kid. Mrs Tozier sent Rich to camp out of free will, no unhappy tragic accidents here. When he got to the camp he quickly got along with most of the Hermes kids, and at one point got claimed by Mr D. Though Richie claims he's such a tough bad boy, he's actually a sweet kid and he really just wants his newfound father's attention and validation.

Bill Denbrough -> unclaimed. In the canon his parents got really neglectful after death of their younger child, and I think Bill being the only unclaimed in the group could somehow tackle him feeling ignored and not cared about. Also, only unclaimed in the group screams main character energy to me, and what is Billy if not a main character energy lol. Before he got to chb he met a younger demigod, Georgie (son of Posaidon bc of his love for boats perhaps). Before they managed to get to the camp Georgie died which left Bill completely devastated. His first friend is Eddie, they met in the Hermes cabin.

Eddie Kaspbrak -> son of Hermes, as he loves means of transportation and essentially is the losers' guide during their adventures (thx again for the help @asexualasshat!) When growing up, Eddie really struggled with his adhd and dyslexia, mostly because his mother would call him out for it all the time. For her it was yet another sickness of his, and since she couldn't heal it really, she treated Eddie like he was broken. She died in a monster attack before Eddie went to chb, otherwise I don't think he would ever get the chance to get to the camp. Since her death happened before Eddie could ever stand up to her, or at least realize she's in the wrong, Eds started putting her on a pedestal after she died. (He has yet to learn a lot among his friends!) During his first months in the camp, Eddie resented his brothers and sisters for their mischievous nature and love for pranks. He also hated suddenly living with so many people. He met Richie through his siblings, as Richie was friends with many of them. They didn't really get along at first lol. Bill is his first true friend. Eds' power is unusual sense of direction.

Mike Hanlon -> at first I wanted to make him a Demeter kid bc he lives on a farm, but I think I'm going with Hephaestus and let me explain why. In the movie canon his house burned down with his parents still inside, making Mike an orphan. Wouldn't it be just so angsty if Mike had fire powers, similarly to Leo Valdez from HoO? Brilliant angst potential. Let him find out the death of his parents had been his fault all along. Or maybe it's never been the case, maybe it's just what he's told by some villain? Also he's pretty smart and very hardworking, which are very Hephaestus kid traits. I think his grandpa could actually tell him about his demigod origins, since he was the only adult in IT canon that suspected something was Wrong with the town and shared it with his grandkid.

Ben Hanscom -> son of Athena obviously. Also, since in the canon we only meet his mom, in this au he now has two moms yay! His human mum was kinda toxic tho, basically she was a toned down version of Sonia Kaspbrak, just like in the book canon. Ben is a great architect and a major nerd. He quickly befriends Stanley, it's his first friend. Has even less hope for romancing Bev than in IT canon, as she's one of the Aphrodite kids, aka hottest people at the camp known for being heartbreakers. Bev adores the fact that he never sexualizes her and actually admires her other qualities, it draws her closer to him. Though he usually appeares sweet and calm, he can be a very fierce warrior if one of his friends is in danger.

Stanley Uris -> another not so obvious one. For now I'm going with Athena, bc of his intelligence and love for birds (here owls specifically). I want him to be able to communicate with owls, I know Athena kids usually do not display any powers, but I want to give Stan some cool abilities. I think it would be intersting to explore how finding out about greek gods affected his faith. I'm giving him an identity crisis over this yay. His dad definitely kept chb secret from him, as he wanted his son to follow in his footsteps and lead a normal life as rabbi. Stan is a great strategist, not so great on the battlefield, hates violence in any form. Ben is his favourite sibling. He's the Common Sense source in the group.

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Halloween scare reddie x daughter

summary: can you do a reddie x daughter, halloween w the losers edition?

A/N: I’m sorry it’s so short, I hope you still like it though! 

Ellie bit from her candy covered apple, hurrying to wipe away a piece of chocolate that broke off from the rest of the snack and onto her costume, hoping her dad hadn’t caught on. A quick peek up proved that he hadn’t, to busy gripping her hand so tightly her skin turned white around the pressure. Her pops, on her other side, was holding onto her shoulder, talking with uncle Stan, ushering her closer any time Ellie slightly stayed from his side.

At only six years old, Ellie had figured out that her parents and all her favorite aunts and uncles disliked Halloween immensely. The previous years, they had opted to watch scary movies, all age appropriate until her dad, Eddie, fell asleep and uncle Bill and her pops would sneakily switch it to a scarier film.

They’d never gone out to go trick or treating before, but up until this year, Ellie had never asked for it either. And why would she? Their cabinets would always be stocked full with candy and aunt Bev and all the other losers would bring small, useless gift to share around.

Inside the house was warm and cozy, and the scary boys from across the street always yelled on Halloween about the ghosts that were haunting around the neighborhood waiting to feist on little girls as to scare her. When that happened, Ellie liked to snuggle with her dads on the couch, pretending not to be scared but being secured with the knowledge that her dad and pops would check on her throughout the night, to ensure she wasn’t being plagued by nightmares.

Since starting middle school though, and meeting new kids her own age, Ellie decided that she too wanted to join in on the fun of dressing up and going trick or treating. It had taken some convincing on her fathers part, where even uncle Bill and uncle Mike had to plead her case, but eventually Eddie and Richie granted her request. On the one condition that she would stay near them and the other losers at all times, and that she would never run of to go somewhere she hadn’t approved with her dads first.

Unbeknownst to her, both Eddie and Richie were panicking at the mere idea of seeing a teenage brat clothed in a clown costume, scarring them and their little girl. The memories of Pennywise, three years ago as of late, are still fresh in their minds and they would do anything to stop Ellie from forgoing the same things. Of course, Bev argued, Pennywise is long dead, and they can’t keep her away from Halloween for the rest of their lives. They both know how much restricting something backfires in reality.

Eddie will never again forget all the hustling he and Richie did to sneak out at night and meet up in the clubhouse, without his mom ever finding out. And Ellie is such an inventive little girl, given a little time surely she too would be capable of doing that.

So, albeit a bit reluctant, they asked Bev to design her own view on a little red riding hood costume, Ellie’s favorite fairy tale, and surprise her by hiding the dress away in her closet until Ellie noticed it herself. The red cape was made of thick material, at Eddie’s request, so that throughout the night Ellie wouldn’t get cold.

She was ecstatic, and both Eddie and Richie knew they would never be able to deny her going to Halloween the next year, or the year after that. The losers all agreed to joining them too, as extra eyes on the lookout of something bad happening, but also as the aunt and uncles eager to babysit their niece for the night.

So far, the evening had been peaceful, and mostly quiet. Trick or treating wasn’t something most kids were still interested in apparently, as there were almost no people out except for them. Every house Ellie rang the door bell too was opened by a friendly neighbor, who Eddie and Richie recognized, and gave Ellie enough candy to last at least a month. Still, the fear bubbling right under the skin of the loser wasn’t deterred, and their imagination ran wild in the dark. They saw eyes that couldn’t have possibly been there, and at one point Richie could swear he heard Pennywise laugh.

Because of that, Eddie ushed Ellie to start walking faster, pulling on her small hand and filling her head with images of hot chocolate with marshmallows Eddie promised to make her once they arrived home, in the hope that it would urge Ellie to get home faster too.

In a way she listened. She was brighter than all of the losers at her age combined, with a knack of understanding people’s emotions around her. Her family didn’t like being on the street, and she didn’t like them being so sad, so she hurried too.

Despite her cleverness, she was also a six year old, full of wonder and curiosity at the world around her. As they neared Richie and Eddie’s home, and saw they had to pass the haunted maze orchestrated by a few kids, Richie knows his brave daughter enough to anticipate her setting her heart to going in. Not a second after this thought crosses his mind, Ellie pipes up.

The maze looks scary, a variety of unknown elements, each on scarier than the last one. Ellie puffs her chest full with fake confidence and tugs on Richie’s hand, ready to impress with her bravery. ‘I wanna go in. I’m not scared at all.’ 

Eddie and Richie share a worried glance, hearing the losers come to a stop behind them too. ‘I don’t know sweetheart,’ Eddie tries gently, bending down to her eye level. Richie busies himself with striking out some fabric wrinkles of her cape.

‘Please dad? I won’t get scream I pinky promise.’ She blinks up at him with almost the exactly same doe eyes as Richie accuses Eddie of having, so brave and ready to defy the world and it’s horror. Eddie and Richie can’t let their own fear get in the way of Ellie’s discovery of the world. With just one look shared, Eddie can tell he and Richie feel the same way. At the very least it’s not a haunted house they’re about to enter.

‘Okay,’ Richie relents, ‘but just this one thing and then we’re going home.’ He pulls the cape in front of her eyes and she giggles, so amused with everything her father does.

‘Yes yes yes’, Ellie cheers, shaking her hand loose and running up to Bev. ‘Come on, come on. Hurry up.’ She jumps up and down, still so full of live as if it isn’t a half hour past her bedtime.

‘Ellie, wait up. Don’t go anywhere without holding either of our hands.’

‘Well then hurry up Pops, you’re going too slow.’  

Richie looks affronted, mouth agape and spluttering, confused that his daughter was so thrilled she was willing to leave the two of them behind. Eddie and the rest of the losers laugh uncontrollably, and so does Ellie, though Eddie is pretty sure she has no idea what they’re laughing at.

‘She got that sassiness from you. Revel in it.’

In a few years from now, when she older and wise enough to understand just how serious and dangerous their situation was, she’ll be told the story. The story of how her fathers survived in the face of such evil it altered their innocence, and the people they were.

After she won’t ask for her dads to spend Halloween with her, she’ll never force them to endure another fright night ever again. She will in lieu stay with them, insisting that they watch a comedy instead of a horror movie to fight society’s self-imposed rules, winking at her father as she says it.

She’ll cook dinner and play a game of cards with the whole family composed of her parents and the losers, and hug her dad and father fiercely, a different method as a substitute of articulating how proud she is of them. But those years are still far ahead of them, and right now, the two dads are content to walk hand in hand with their little girl.

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Whereyoustand: would you do a Richie tozier X daughter!reader? I don't know if that's out of your comfort zone but maybe Richie's daughter meeting all the losers for the first time. sorry if you're not taking requests and I read it wrong but if you are please take your time and feel free to decline. 

A/N: Nooo baby it's completely okay! Richie x daughter!reader makes me melt, omg… Let's guess why I'd love his arms around me any day I feel like crying… Hmmm… My daddy issues, you say? Haha, you're being silly. I've been dying to write this. You're one of my favourite followers, babe Whereyoustand ;) So, let's do this! I'm watching stanley edits while writing this, so forgive any sentimentality slipping into this one-shot. By the way, did you guys hear the rumor about Stan and Eddie dying? Who's the crazy sadist that spread it? Couldn't be me… Losers are a little out of character in this one, I'm so sorry. Happy reading!

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How do you even say hello to them? Your father's known these people since childhood, they're his best friends. They're the most important people to him in the world, just as important as you. And how do you not screw up with a first impression?

There must be hopes built up for you and what you're like... If you're like your father or not, how much you two are actually alike. But you're not what they're worried about. They don't even know you're coming! Their main excitement is about Richie himself. What's he like? Has he changed? How much of him do they actually remember, and how much of that is true?

Truth is, you're not like your father. You haven't inhabited the restless humor or the ability to improvise in general. What if they don't like you because of it? What if his friends want you to be the same, even expecting that of you? And you don't meet their standards…

You really wish your mother was here. She'd be your anchor, she'd make you worry less. But how would you know? She left when you were five. You hadn't become the person you are today by the age of five, or even a person, so you couldn't have known her at all and there's not much to remember, to go on. Only thing you remember is that she was kind. And you built a fairy-tale around that single feature. What else would there be to do?

Perhaps that's why you've grown into more of a quiet person. That makes you different from your dad Richie. He adores it, honestly, having not the feeling of looking into a mirror each time he sees you. He can't say you remind him of your mother, either, you're not a replica of her, either. You're like… a mix between them. Somewhere in a grey area that is what Richie isn't and what your mother is, is a little spot called 'Y/N'. 

You, Y/N, are still sitting in your dad's second-most expensive car (the expense of it makes you wonder why he'd bring such a car to a place like this), outside of a restaurant you're both supposed to meet his old friends at. Richie's standing outside, leaning against this horribly pricey car, patiently waiting for you to come out, when you're ready. He's surprised it's not the other way around - you waiting for him to get out. He supposes that his own sentiment will come at some point. He already felt longing and wonder while driving through some of Derry's streets.

Your eyes watch a woman with striking red hair and a man in a denim jacket interact in front of the restaurant's entrance. They embrace, and then they enter the building. Huh. Maybe they're two of dad's friends. Maybe. You sigh and untwist your sweaty hands from the knot they've formed. You run them over your denim thighs, fast at first, but you slow your movements and calm yourself down. You think you're ready to go out there and face whatever. Why does this feel like some big step, some big life-changing step now? Why does it feel like the world's stopped spinning suddenly? 

Try to shake the feeling, it's only dad's friends. It's not the end of the world. You're gonna be fine. Your hand pushes the car door open before you could protest against it, and when you step out of the car, your father turns his head around to see you. His eyebrows are raised, his eyes locking with yours through his glasses, and he walks around the car to reach you. Your eyes meet the ground out of shy habit, but a second later you feel Richie's hand on your shoulder firmly, comfortingly. You look up then, and are met with your father's concerned eyes.

“You okay, kiddo?” He asks, and you, out of another habit, nod. He knows it's false, you're so worried he can see right through you. “Want a hug?” Another nod. You feel yourself embraced by your father not a second later and you sigh against his chest. “They're gonna love you,” Richie says, “I know it even though I barely remember them.” 

You laugh with him. “Thanks, dad.” You say.

“No problem, baby.” Richie says. “And, hey, I know it's a stupid thing to say, but don't worry so much. I should be the worried one, fuck's sake, what if they've changed too much to like me anymore? Pshht.” He makes you giggle again. “What I'm trying to say is,” your father's hand moves soothingly over your back, “you're perfect even if you're not like me. Alright?”

You nod against his chest, and you both pull apart. 

“Now, let's head in. I'm actually excited for this.” Richie admits, looking upon the restaurant. He sighs, looks back at you and gives out his hand. You eye it for a second, but then take it with no further hesitation.

Your father's grip is tight, and you get the quiet thought at the back of your head that he's afraid. You look up at him for a few seconds, thankful he's not looking back at you. You don't like to be caught in the middle of your analysis, even if it is your father you're analyzing. And you truly see fear in his eyes. Just the smallest amount, but enough to be real. 

All six of them, as Richie had said, are sure enough standing in the restaurant's booth and conversing amongst themselves. The pair you saw outside are a part of this group, you were right. Wow, this surely is something. A lot of friends. Even for your father's warm and energetic persona, six friends are a bunch. Your wide eyes quickly switch between them all, not knowing who to focus on, wondering which name belongs to who. 

One of them, a man with dark, curly hair dressed in a checkered button-up (people still wear those?) turns to you, having felt your curious gaze on him and his friends. His face is laced with nervousness, similar to yours, and from your point of standing, you notice small marks on the sides of his face. The man on his left, dressed in a flannel and sporting some grey strands of hair already, turns to you, too. But a faint smile appears on the first man's face when he's looked longer at you. He might have an idea or two about who you are, because you certainly look the part.

“Hey, who's this?” He asks his friends, his hand faintly pointing at you from a low angle. You gulp when the rest of the adults turn to look at you. They spot both Richie and you, and there's a gasp from the woman with red hair and one from the guy who looks not a few inches taller than yourself. His gasp is sharper and deeper, almost a panicked one, you think.

Your father breathes an exasperated sigh, taking in all his old friends. “Fuck. You lot look great.” Is what he says first, and his friends are silent. Simply because they're too shocked to even laugh, not sure if they're right to. “Hello.” Richie says and gives a little wave. His friends are still in shock, and now Richie notices why - their eyes are fixed upon his offspring. She must be in a huge panic now.

He puts an arm around your shoulders, squeezes tight and smiles at his friends. “Right. This is my daughter.” He says. His friends' responses mix together since they speak at once, and Richie can't tell them apart. “Y/N, meet my friends.” 

Richie guides you the few steps towards the curly-haired man. You extend your right arm, as does he, and though your dad's embrace gives you comfort, it also limits your movements. “Stanley Uris. Nice to meet you.”

“Y/N Tozier.” You say, and suddenly saying your birth name, which you've had for a whole of seventeen years, gives you pride and you feel it through your whole body. Your face lights up, you give Stanley a smile that stretches to your ears and your cheeks flare with a subtle rosy blush. 

“Very nice to meet you, Y/N.” Stanley says, shaking your hand firmly and smiling at you, nodding his head. Looking into Stanley's eyes, you can feel they're searching your face and looking you over, clearly finding features you share with Richie. He, your father, does let go of you eventually, when you're done shaking hands with Stanley, and goes to greet his old pal Stanley now. As you walk over to the flannel guy, you hear your father and Stanley embrace and laugh together. 

“Hi, I'm B-B-Buh-Bill Denbrough.” The man speaks first and gives his arm for you to shake, which you do. It takes a second to remember his name, and now you recognise the stuttering best-selling author your dad told you about on the plane. “You luh-look a lot like R-Richie.” Bill says. “Your father, I me-mean.” 

“No worries, he's Richie to me, too.” You say in response. “We keep it formal in the Tozier house-hold.” You surprise yourself with a voice imitation of some business man breaks out of your own throat. Naturally breaks out, and you have to take a moment to realise what's happened. As natural as breathing.

Bill Denbrough laughs. “I see he's puh-passed the Voices down t-to you, as well.” He says. You only shrug, generally awestruck by what broke out of you seconds ago. 

“I'm Mike Hanlon.” Comes from the man standing a little behind Bill. You have to look up at this man, he's taller than the previous two, as tall as your dad. You smile at Mike, recognising his name.

“You're the one who called dad.” You say, then, giving your hand to Mike for shake, but he surprises you with a hug. You're a little shocked and frozen, at first, but you don't mind the hug. Makes you feel a little easier, makes you feel welcomed into the company. 

“Glad to meet you, Y/N.” Mike says to you. How strange. Have we met before? You want to ask him, but you decide against it. 

“Glad to finally meet someone as tall as my dad.” You say instead and Mike, Bill and the remaining friends to greet laugh. You pull away from Mike Hanlon's grip and are met with quite the fitness guy. Oh, wait, that's the one in the denim jacket. You could have sworn your first impression of him was that of a cowboy, his denim jacket and leather boots sure make for the part. 

“I'm Y/N.” You say, finally speaking first, before the man can introduce himself. He chuckles and shakes your extended arm.

“I'm Ben Hanscom.” He tells you with a warm smile on his face. His name rings a bell and you look for which bell is that. Have you heard him on the radio? The news? On Twitter?

“Wait a second,” you say, turning your head slightly to the side, “aren't you the guy who designed the famous building in London?”

Ben Hanscom nods, a little embarrassed, and there's even a blush on his cheeks. “That's me, yeah.” He confirms. You chuckle.

“Don't worry, I don't want an autograph.” You shake your head. Thankfully, Ben laughs, and lets you move closer to the woman with red hair. Before you greet her, though, you look over your shoulder to see your dad. He's embracing both Bill and Mike, and he looks very happy doing so, he looks very happy to meet them. Stanley's already choosing his seat at the round table.

Whispers from the near-by conversation catch your attention, and you listen in for a second.

“R-Richie, man, all due respect, buh-but I don't think hav-having Y/N here is safe. For her. F-For you.”

“Yeah, man, you should have left her with her grandmother or something.”

“Long story short, fellas, her mother's out the picture and all grandparents are dead. Yes, I could have arranged some activities for her while I'm gone, but I… I don't know. I didn't think she'd be safe alone at home or anywhere without me, if I'm here. You know?” Your father speaks much too quickly, he's nervous, he's afraid.

“That could be, yeah.”

“So I figured I better take her with me, so I can keep an eye on her and actually keep her safe.”

“You-you better. It's very duh-dangerous for her to be here.”

“Oh, like we're safe in a durable bubble here, Big Bill.”

But you turn your head to face the red-haired woman as if you hadn't heard anything. And you give her your best smile.

“My, you're a pretty thing.” She says and also pulls you into a hug, just like Mike did. You have no time to notice the bruises around her wrists. “You look like a doll, just like your father.” She tells you and then pulls back, but still holds your shoulders and runs her eyes over your features. It makes you nervous, and your eyes look lower, to her shoulders. “I'm Beverly.” She finally tells you.

“I'm Y/N.” You say and she nods. 

“A very pretty name. Are you sure you're Richie's kid?” Beverly teases, and you can only chuckle. “He wanted to give all his kids, like, Star Wars or Lord Of The Rings names. I wouldn't allow him to name my kids back then.”

“Sounds like mine's the best choice.” You respond. This is news to you about your father. And you realise you'd gladly hear a lot more about what he was like as a kid. He's never talked about his childhood, never told a funny story from that time, and it's only now occurred to you. Sure, you've wondered what your father was like when he was your age, but asking never crossed your mind. What you don't know is that your father didn't remember his childhood until today. And you're excited to hear stories.

“Hey, kiddo,” says the man short in height, who is also the last one you have to meet out of Richie's friends, “my name's Eddie.” He gives you his hand to shake, and you do, and notice that he looks at your hand a little suspiciously for a brief second.

“I'm Y/N.” You tell him, smiling politely. 

“So strange that you're Richie's kid.” Eddie wonders once your hands aren't touching anymore and he's stuffed his pair of hands into the pockets of his jeans. He shakes his head as you furrow your eyebrows. Eddie looks at Beverly. “Think Richie was the last one we thought would ever have kids, right?” Beverly nods to his question, and there's a wandering look in her eyes. “Tell me, how many times did he drop you when you were little?” Eddie asks, then, and the question makes both Beverly and you laugh. Eddie's humor is similar to Richie's.

“Very funny, Eds,” the mentioned man's voice comes from behind you, and so does his hand on your shoulder. Eddie visibly tenses up and his face changes.

“Don't call me that.” He tells Richie, but he doesn't respond.

“I may have been a big joke back then, but, as I look upon you all now,” Richie makes a circular gesture to his circle of friends around him, “I'm the one who's raised a beautiful kid out of the whole seven of us.” Your father boasts and everyone laughs. You smile and lean into his side. Meeting his friends has been ten times better than you anxiously had anticipated. 

The Losers Club, a nickname Richie announced when he also banged the gong in the corner of the room, and you moved to the round table and took seats around it. You chose the seat between Stanley and your father. Eddie and Ben were to Stanley's left and Beverly, Bill and Mike were on your dad's right. Through the course of the dinner, it turned out you'd chose the best seat. Whether it was out of nerves and social anxiety or just pure clinginess to your parent, didn't matter now. 

Your father and Eddie were quite the bickering house-wives, and to hear Stanley's little comments to himself only added to how funny everything was where you were sitting. Also, Stanley talked to you about being nervous, saying he'd noticed your shaken form and wide eyes, and talked about his own nervousness. That made you ease up even further. 

The dinner was filled with laughter and fun, made you forget all your worries. Hearing all the stories about Richie as a kid, finding out the nicknames they gave each other, and joining them in re-discovering their childhoods. Spending time with your father's friends... You never thought you'd be in this kind of situation, yet here you are. You write this dinner down as one of the best days with your father, if not the best.

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Losers Club Plus One Part 12

A Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series

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There was no time for a break. Taking a breath was all they could do. IT could be anywhere in that place, sitting down, not moving could be dangerous. But so was moving.

Bill, as always, led the group. Followed closely by Mike, Ben, Y/N, Richie, Bev and Eddie. Roles were naturally assumed once more. Bev tried to stay close to Eddie, hoping to provide comfort, hoping to be able to protect him. Although her heart longed to be further in the front. With the man who had captured her heart through a postcard. But she couldn’t leave Eddie behind. It would feel like betraying him. Especially now that Eddie couldn’t even bear looking at Richie without tears welling up in his eyes. Bev could see it. She saw the hurt. But she didn’t know how to help. She didn’t know how the Toziers felt and, frankly, she felt that there were more pressing matters that required her attention.

“A lot of memories, huh?” Ben grumbled, stopping for a moment to look at the well before them. “All bad.”

“Try looking at it this way. This is the last time you’ll have to go down there.” Y/N threw in as she stood by Ben before all of them took the last few steps. The last few steps before the abyss. Before they would climb down again and be faced with things none of them had expected to see again.

Ben smiled at her sadly as he walked, hand reaching over to give her a gentle pat on the shoulder. Y/N returned the smile but her body shook with fear as she stepped down the wobbly, ominously creaking stairs.

What followed was an agonisingly slow descend down the well that held so many dangers. Mike went first. With their generally broader frames, the adults had an easier time gripping the walls, slowly climbing down. None of them showed much of a struggle as they climbed down. Mike, then Bill, Ben, Richie, who helped Y/N, making sure that she wouldn’t get hurt, and at last there were Eddie and Bev.

“Aw, man.” Y/N said as she left the tunnel, stepping into the water of the sewers. Her shoes immediately filled with water and she was sure they would make a disgusting squelching sound whenever she took a step if she wasn’t dragging her feet through the muggy water. A smell that almost burned in her eyes filled her nostrils and as she looked up at Richie, she was sure that she wasn’t the only one overcome with nausea. Richie’s face was as white as a ghost and his hands were evidently shaking. His flashlight moved unsteadily.

“Bleurgh, Grey water.” Eddie said as he jumped into the water, followed by Beverly. She spared a glance directed at Y/N and Richie before taking a second to look around the tunnels that seemed eerily familiar yet incredibly foreign.

“You good?” Y/N asked Eddie who looked up at her with widened eyes. He nodded quickly, opening his mouth to say something before closing it again and moving forward. Richie watched the moment, uneasiness washing over him as Eddie hid away in a shell that Richie wasn’t used to. Y/N looked up at her father, her eyes filled with worry. Richie nodded in understanding  before they, too, followed the group, moving together as one.

As if natural, they moved through the tunnels, echoes of the waves they created preceded their own steps.  It was an almost calm atmosphere if it wasn’t for the looming darkness, the evil around every corner, behind every wall, hidden away just behind them, maybe in front, but never leaving them alone.

“How do you guys know where you’re going?” Y/N dared to ask, breaking the silence that laid itself over the Losers like a net, trapping them effectively.

“We don’t.” Mike replied. “We just follow our instincts.”

Y/N nodded but she didn’t understand. Richie inhaled sharply through his nose. He wasn’t even sure they understood. But it didn’t matter. Not really. Walking a certain direction just felt either right or wrong. That’s how they knew. But just to be sure, Eddie was walking close to the front, he was the one with the best orientation, even in the sewers where every path looked like the one before.

The water was rising gradually. At first it only reached Y/N’s ankles, then her calves, her thighs and, as they reached what seemed to be a destination, the water almost reached over her hips.

“Shit. This is it. This is where it happened.” Ben said, the words just flowing out of his mouth. Like he had no control over his speech anymore. And he probably hadn’t.

A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine. Ice cold, like a shower. Her body jerked as her eyes landed on the construction in the middle of the room. A wooden platform, surrounded by rubbish, trash, probably debris. Y/N was sure she could even spot a few toys, the thought making her sick to the stomach.

“Is this where IT took the kids to float?” she asked the group, their solemn faces in return were enough of an answer. Bile rose to her mouth, the girl clutched her stomach in hopes to calm it down. Beverly laid a hand on her back as Richie looked at her with curious yet worried eyes. She shook them off, shaking her head as she mustered up a smile. Y/N swallowed the bile before stepping closer to the room that held so many previous dangers. One after another, the Losers climbed into the sewer room. It was deeper and flooded, even the tallest were sinking almost chest deep into the water. Bill observed Y/N as Richie was busy climbing into the cold water himself, holding her up when she slipped, almost getting lost in the dirty water.

“Thanks.” Y/N mumbled. Bill nodded but even in the second of holding her up by her arms, he could feel the tension in the young girl. Something he usually only encountered in adults, most prominently Audra, but he couldn’t help but feel miserable for her. Bill still felt that it was his fault she was dragged into this mess and he wanted to make damn sure that she would get out of it alive. She and Richie. He owed her that much. He was convinced he did.

The group waded through the muddy water. The last time they had been in the sewers, the water wasn’t there, children were floating, and toys and rubble were stacked way up high. They were relieved to say the least as they didn’t spot a child nearby, however the relief was short-lived.

“No, no, no, no, no. Ugh, no.” Eddie said, hands raised above the water, his face scrunched up in disgust while a teddy bear that was floating on the water moved his way. Richie made a little wave, moving the bear into a different direction without touching it and offering Eddie a smile. Eddie returned a tight-lipped smile. But Richie found some thankfulness in his eyes. His heart was put at ease.  

Mike climbed onto the platform, followed by Bill. A line had formed and to Y/N it looked almost comically in order.

“Bevvie.” A harsh whisper sounded somewhere behind Beverly. She turned around, body moving on its own as she panned the flashlight around, looking for the source of the sound. The water reflected the light. It moved slowly. Menacingly.

Ben turned around after a few steps. “What is it?” he breathed towards Beverly as he noticed the gap between the two and her back turned towards him.

“I thought I heard something.” Bev replied. Her voice sounded light, relieved. Nothing was there. Just the wind. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. She turned around, a small smile tugging on her lips.

A piercing scream. Beverly. The Losers only had seconds to get a grip on the situation. IT was there. In the form of a deformed old woman. IT grabbed Bev’s head, a threatening yet taunting look on IT’s face as it turned around to Ben. He called her name. But he was petrified. 

“Time to sink!” IT yelled out in a raspy voice. A second later, Bev disappeared underwater. Richie quickly pushed Y/N onto the platform before jumping to Bev’s help like the rest of the Losers’ Club. Well, everyone minus Eddie.

Petrified, he sat there, eyes fixed on the water as Y/N moved closer to her only source of protection. Eddie looked at her, eyes wild with fear, as he sat still. Eddie didn’t dare to move a limb.

“Guys?” he called out towards the not calm water. “Okay, guys. Come on.”

“Dad?” Y/N asked, clutching her wet shirt with fear.

“Hey, guys? Hey guys, come on. Please, come on. I don’t want to walk out of here alone.” Eddie whimpered, tears shining in his eyes. Y/N’s head whipped towards the man, sympathy clouding her mind and body.

“Eddie, hey, Uncle Eds.” She said, taking his face into her hands. She forced him to look at her, away from the water. “You’re not gonna walk out of here alone. I’m with you. We got each other.” She said. Y/N tried her best to sound strong, convincing even. But she failed herself, and with that, she failed Eddie.

“They’re gonna be alright, we’re gonna be alright. We’re all gonna walk out of here and we’re gonna be happy and you and Richie can finally get your shit together.” She was ranting desperately. Suddenly, they were clawing at each other, holding onto each other for dear life. They were shaking in each other’s arms, whimpering, even a few tears found their way out. But for the first time since walking down into the sewers, maybe even for the first time since stepping into the house at Neibolt street, they felt something that resembled safety and comfort.

Anxious eyes watched the water surface.

It was still. Nothing happened. Nothing moved. Y/N felt her chest ache with fear for her father. For the only family she had known.

 Then, five heads popped up, gasping for air.

Eddie and Y/N exhaled with relief. Beverly struggled a little, coughing and sputtering as her lungs finally filled with air again. Ben held her, supported her body as each of the Losers slowly waded back to the dry land.

“Mike, where do we go from here?” Richie asked as he made his way to Y/N and Eddie. With that, the group gathered around a door in the wooden floor, something that had lain hidden the first time around. The group gathered in a circle around the door with the strange carving. One more fidgety than the other. They were about to enter foreign territory and none of them liked the idea.

“In the depths is where it crept. In the beneath to find belief. In the depths is where it crept. In the beneath to find belief.” Mike chanted; voice eerily calm. To an outsider it might seem like he knew what he was doing, but did he really?

“Is he okay?” Ben whispered; eyebrows furrowed.

“I think at this point that’s a relative question.” Richie replied while his daughter merely shook her head with widened eyes.

“What’s on the other side?” Bev asked. She had her arms wrapped around herself as the cold took over her drenched body.

“I don’t know. No one does.” And with that, he opened the door. The Losers took a step back, taken aback at Mike’s sudden action, the bravery and stupidity it took. Mike shone the light down the tunnel and after a particularly short evaluation, he sat down at the edge, ready to climb down.

“M-Mike, don’t-“ Bill said, reaching out to his friend.

“All right. See you down there.” Mike exclaimed, ignoring his friends. Exclamations of his name paired with the word ‘wait’ were met with deaf ears as he descended into the unknown. Worried glances followed him as he slowly descended into the unknown.

“St-Stay together.” Bill said to the remaining Losers as he leaned down, crouching, ready to follow Mike. Ben replied with a whispered ‘okay’ as he too watched with discomfort as one of his best friends climbed down into the darkness.

“You guys, I can’t do it.” Eddie said suddenly. Y/N felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Richie felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs as he watched his friend crumble, succumb to his own insecurities.

“I can’t. You saw what happened up there. I was gonna- I was gonna let you die.” Eddie mumbled. He wasn’t sure who he was addressing with his word-vomit. Whether it was the group, the Toziers or just himself. But he knew he couldn’t. The pressure was too high. He couldn’t function like that. He wouldn’t. And, with the trapdoor opened, the finality of the moment seemed all too real. Eddie wasn’t ready to face it. Eddie wasn’t ready to see his friends get hurt or - much worse - die. And he was sure at least one of them was going to lose their life. The stakes were high, the risks even higher. And what were seven Losers supposed to do when facing an entity whose full potential none of them were aware of?

Y/N shook her head, slowly stepping closer to Eddie while everyone else remained frozen. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if words were even so much as necessary in that situation.

“I just fucking froze up.” Eddie continued his little rant. “If you let me go down there with you, I’m gonna get us all killed.”

Eddie inhaled sharply, his new inhalator from Keene’s drugstore filled his lungs with relief, the sharp pain slowly ebbing away. But the relief was only short lived as something – or more someone – grabbed the inhalator and pulled it away from Eddie’s lips. Placebo or not, Eddie felt as though the last thing keeping him alive was taken from him.

“Hey, hey, hey. Gimme that.” Richie said as he tried to steal the little metal piece of shit.

“Richie-“

“Let go, you little turd!”

“Just let me get…”  Eddie sprayed into the air, the medicine immediately evaporated, but he tried to breathe it in still. Richie suddenly waved his flashlight before Eddie’s eyes, the light blinding him, causing him to let go.

“Listen to me. You had a moment. Fine. But who killed a psychotic clown before he was 14?” Richie asked as he towered over the smaller man. Richie’s eyebrows were furrowed, emotions not really obvious to those standing by. Except for Y/N. She knew that Richie’s heart was beating faster because he was standing so close to Eddie and not just because of the clown. She knew Richie’s palms were sweaty because he was afraid to let go of Eddie, but also because touching him was just as scary. She knew that Richie was scared because he didn’t know if either of them would make it out alive. She knew that Richie wouldn’t want to lose sight of either of them. She knew that he wanted to keep them close and get them out alive.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, every fibre of his body begged for him to disagree, to say that it wasn’t him. But he finally pressed out an unsure ‘me’.

“Who stabbed Bowers with a knife he pulled out of his own face?”

“Also me.” Eddie said, not daring to look up at Richie. It reminded him of how Eddie had failed him.

“Who married a woman 10 times his own body mass?”

The Losers were met with silence.

“Really? Wow. Didn’t know he had it in him.” Y/N mumbled to Ben and Bev who almost snorted with surprise.

“…Me.” Eddie finally looked up at Richie. Looked him in the eyes. Eddie felt his heart swell with pride as he caught Richie smiling. Richie nodded.

“You’re braver than you think.” Richie said, hand landing on Eddie’s shoulder. A soft smile still tugged at his lips as he watched Eddie grow in himself. The air was thick with tension. Y/N watched the two men with wide eyes and a grin that couldn’t be bigger. She caught herself just in time, not wanting to ruin the moment by squealing and cheering for the two blind lovebirds to take a step.

“Alright. Thanks Rich.” Eddie replied, facial features growing softer. Richie couldn’t take his eyes off Eddie, couldn’t get himself to look away. He felt out of character as he looked at the smaller man with literal heart eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He didn’t want to. He wanted to step closer to Eddie and press his own lips against Eddie’s. He wanted to know how they felt, how they tasted, wanted to know how this side of himself would feel.

Y/N watched on, biting on her thumbnail as to keep quiet and not ruin the moment. She had never seen her father look at anyone with as much adoration as he mustered up in that moment on the edge between life and death. The sewers had proven themselves to be an unpredictable place.

Richie raised his hand on instinct, wanting to lay it on Eddie’s cheek, cup it to pull Eddie closer, but he forgot about the bandage that still covered half of Eddie’s face. Just when Y/N was sure they were about to kiss, Richie lightly slapped Eddie’s cheek and pulled away.

The grin was wiped from Y/N’s face and even Ben and Beverly, who had remained unsuspecting up until that point, found themselves disappointed at the lack of action. Richie stepped away, walking back to his little one who just blinked at him.

“What the fuck, man.” Y/N said, only for her father to hear.

“What?!”

“I had such high hopes for you two. And you fucked up. No wonder you haven’t gotten any in ages, old man.” Y/N mumbled as they watched Beverly hand over the rusty metal pole from the fence outside to Eddie.

“Oh fuck off, I fucked your mum. That should be about enough.” Richie mumbled until he realised what he had said. A joke that usually was so light-hearted between the two now felt incredibly heavy. “Y/N, I-“

“It’s alright, Richie. Forget about it.” She replied, giving him a half-smile before walking over to Eddie. Richie sighed, running a hand over his own face. He hadn’t intended to hurt her, in fact he was trying to make fun of himself, but he hurt the one he loved the most. It stung in his chest, left a foul taste in his mouth as he watched his daughter interact with Eddie. She was his daughter, Richie had almost no doubt. At least one way. She knew she was his in a psychological way too. She would always look at him as such, but it hurt to not know the truth, not know who she was or who he was. She felt incomplete. And yet, she didn’t feel angry about Richie’s joke. Not really. Y/N knew he only meant well. 

“Hey Eddie, whatcha got there?” Y/N asked the man, who still warily watched the pole in his hand.

“I don’t know. Bev said it kills monsters.”

“Well, I guess that gives us a little advantage.” Y/N smiled, but the smile faded just as quickly as it had come. “Listen, uncle Eds. Just the fact that you’re here already makes you a brave man. And I don’t mean the sewers. I mean coming back to Derry. It must’ve been a nightmare and I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for not giving up yet and letting IT win. And I promise you we will all get out of this alive. If you believe that we will.”

Eddie didn’t say a word, he just pulled her in for a hug. His eyes found Richie’s for a moment. Richie smiled. And so did he. It felt like Eddie had just found the family he had always craved.

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Being Bill Denbrough’s Daughter Would Include...

Request: Could you do a Bill Denbrough daughter headcannon? 

Of course love! I am surprisingly emotional about this XD

Comments are much appreciated!

Bill, at first, was vehemently against having children.

He was afraid, so so afraid. He was so scared he would become a terrible father, just like his parents, not knowing what love and support during childhood was going to look like. Or worse, he was terrified that you would get hurt because of him, just like Georgie.

It took Mike trying to talk some sense into him before he finally could think of the idea without wanting to throw up.

But the moment he saw you, god, the moment your little rice grain fingers wrapped around his calloused, tired thumb, he cried more than he ever had in his life. You were just so beautiful, so perfect, and it wrenched his heart to know then he would do anything for you, anything in the world.

He is the most protective father ever. 

If you were ever sick, he would be there by your side all day. He would lie with you in his lap, curled up in a ball asleep whilst he brushed gently through your hair, sighing to himself. If you ever had a nightmare, he would be right there next to you, legs hanging out of your little bed as you grabbed a fist into his shirt, his strong arms wrapping around you and protecting you from the night. If you were ever hurt, it would have to take a lot of convincing him not to drive you to the hospital straight away.

The one thing he will never do, however, is let you out alone when it’s raining.

He would start telling you about Georgie when you were young, saying how you had the same feisty but kind hearted spirit as him.

He had to stop his eyes from tearing up when he would see the latest family portrait stuck onto the fridge: the little yellow raincoat and big sign pointing to a slightly crooked ‘Georgie’ was almost too much for him to bear.

The only toy you would keep throughout your childhood is a little lime and emerald green stuffed toy frog Bill had bought you the first week after you were born. 

Coming to you when he needs names for characters in his latest novel.

Taking breaks when he couldn’t decide on an ending to his stories to have tea parties with you. The full sitting on a tiny chair, wearing a tiara and fake tutu, drinking out of a tea cup ten times to big for his hand. But the absolute joy on your face would be worth it.

The absolute joy on his face when he managed to rope Uncle Richie in as well was even better.

Speaking of, having to grow up listening to your Uncle’s awful jokes.

Even Bill had to kick him out when they got so bad you started groaning.

Trying to spend as much time away from his laptop and with you as possible, whether it’s taking you out swimming (it reminds him of summer days down by the quarry), or going out for ice cream with Uncle Ben and Aunt Bev every Friday afternoon.

He would always come in and kiss your head after you fell asleep, just to make sure you were still there. Still real. Not one of Pennywise’s tricks.

Constant bike rides: he had taught you how to ride young, taking you out away from the city and into the warm sun, loving to try and race you down hills, the giggles that escapes your lips making him happier than he had ever remembered being.

Putting you up on his shoulder for walks in the park, hands intertwined as he points out every bird the two of you could see flying over your heads by the little marshmallow clouds: he thought it was important to keep the memory of Uncle Stanley alive.

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I Love You, Too || 2019!Reddie X Daughter!Reader

A/N: I combined two requests, cause I wanted to put them together :))) Hope you don’t mind

Request: hi! i absolutely LOVE your writings! especially the daughter!reader ones. i was wondering if i could request something? like where the reader is eddie and richie are married and they adopted a daughter. she’s has a stutter and is picked on for it at school. she comes home one day crying and her dad’s comfort her when she says she hates her stutter and they tell her that it’s not a bad thing and she should embrace it and not be ashamed? just soft family fluff! thank you -Anon

Could you do a semi sweet but angst fic? Richie and Eddie get out of Derry together and get married, adopt a little girl (the reader) and they return to derry with her. She’s around 7/8 years old and penny wise gets her, they go to save her with the rest of the losers but Eddie still dies 🥺 (my baby) but sweet moments of the reader meeting the gang and everything and sweet moments with her papa’s. Sorry if it sounds kind of dumb ❤️❤️❤️ - @spidey-starky

!!WARNING: HOMOPHOBIC SLURS, IT CH2 SPOILERS, BLOOD!!

***

You were pushed up against your locker, Jacob holding you by your shirt collar. Most people in this situation would maybe yell out for help, try to get someone’s attention. But you were used to it, plus school had ended and barely anyone was still here.

This was a regular occurrence. The name-calling, the mockery, everything that a middle school bully could do, she had seen and heard before. It didn’t affect her anymore.

Jacob would always do this, maybe steal something of yours, typical bullying business. But today, he went too far.

After the school play, Jacob had seen your dads picking you up. He had found that perfect bullying material. A stutter and the daughter of two gays? Perfect victim, he thought.

“Come on, Stuttering Y-Y/N!” He mocked your stutter, as you rolled your eyes. “Aww, is the stuttering joke getting old? Well, how bout we talk about your fag fathers?”

Your eyes widened. Shit. 

“You’re probably just like them.” Tears welled in your eyes. “And, hey, that means you’re adopted! Not even your real parents wanted you so they had to hand you over to some fucking gays! So, not only do you have a dumbass fucking stutter, your parents are fucking gay!”

Jacob smirked as he saw the tears dripping down your face. It had taken a while, but finally, he’d found what broke you. You couldn’t speak, too overwhelmed by everything happening so quickly. A part of you wished you were just getting bullied for the stutter.

“I don’t know if you noticed, Stutter Fag, but your kind isn’t appreciated around here.”

He threw you to the ground, as you landed on your nose, causing it to bleed. Jacob walked away, leaving school. You waited till you knew he was gone before grabbing your bag, picking up all the papers that had slipped out.

How long had your dad been waiting out in the parking lot? Checking your watch, you discovered he’d probably been there for at least ten minutes. Shit, he wasn’t gonna be happy… 

Running out to the car, you forgot about the blood dripping down your face. You threw your bag into the back of the car, before hopping into the front seat, being met with the concerned face of your father.

“Y/N? What the hell happened to you? Jeez, wait til Eds sees you.” He handed you a few tissues, not noticing as you used them for your eyes and not your nose. He started the car, driving back to your rather large home.

“Y/N?” Your dad placed a hand softly on your knee. “What happened after school today?”

“N-N-Nothing. Just got t-too excited and r-r-ran into a w-wall.”

You could see on his face that he didn’t believe you. Lying to your father wasn’t something you were good at. He raised an eyebrow, which meant that he expected you to keep talking.

“It w-was just J-J-Jacob. H-He stayed a-a-after class a-and, uh, he m-m-m-might have, uh, b-b-bullied me.” You whispered, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering so much.

That stupid fucking stutter was the cause of all your problems. 

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry… Look, right now, we’ll push it aside and talk about it later when Papa Bear is home.” Your dad laughed as your face contorted into disgust. He knew you hated when he called Eddie that.

“All jokes aside, we’ll discuss this later. Just relax, and maybe clean up your nose a bit more.”

***

You sat at the dinner table, eyes glued to the plate in front of you. Eddie’s eyes remained on you, concern etched on his face. Richie, however, simply smiled warmly at you. 

“Y/N, baby, you’re awfully quiet,” Eddie spoke, his head tilted slightly in confusion.

“Honey, it’s time to talk.” Richie reminded you of the conversation in the car, and with a sigh, you thought of how to explain the situation.

“Uh, d-dads, after s-s-school today, t-this kid was, u-uh, teasing m-me about m-m-m-my stutter.” You couldn’t tell the whole truth. You couldn’t tell them that. Just the thought of what Jacob said brought tears to your eyes.

The tears began streaming down your face.

Eddie left his seat, pulling you into his arms. You cried into his shoulder, and Richie piled on top. Eddie’s arms were wrapped protectively around you, and Richie rubbed calming circles on your back.

“Your stutter is so perfectly you, baby. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of it. Embrace it.” 

Your tears slowed as you heard Richie’s phone ring, his ringtone being that stupid Pina Colada song. At first, he ignored it, staying with you, but by the sixth consecutive ring, you told him to answer it.

“I’m hungry, anyway.” You smiled, wiping the final tears from your face. With a forehead kiss from Eddie and a final hug from Richie, they moved away, Richie answering his phone.

“Yello? Huh? Oh. Right, yeah. Yeah, cool. See you soon, I guess?” His face went white as he hung up the phone, and he ran out of the room. Seconds later you heard him in the bathroom, the sound making you cover your ears. Eddie ran to the bathroom, and you could hear him checking over Richie.

Eddie’s phone rang suddenly, and you picked it off the table, bringing it to the bathroom, where Eddie was helping Richie off the floor, moving him away from the toilet bowl.

“Dad? Your phone is ringing.” You handed the phone to the shorter male, before scurrying back to the table. What the fuck was going on?

They stayed in the bathroom for another ten minutes and when they came back, you knew something was wrong.

“Baby, we need to talk.”

***

Last night at the Chinese restaurant had been an interesting event, to say the least. It had been a long trip to Derry, so you had been half asleep when entering the restaurant. An hour into the dinner, you were on the verge of sleep.

Richie and Eddie were trying so hard to keep you awake, but you were twelve and had been on a plane for five hours, which didn’t seem like much but it was a very rocky flight. Eventually, Richie and Eddie caved and allowed you to fall asleep, leaning against Eddie’s arm.

“She’s adorable,” Beverly said, smiling at the passed out girl. The other Losers hummed in agreement, Richie and Eddie sharing a proud smile.

“H-How long h-h-have you ha-had her?” Bill asked, realising afterwards that maybe he could’ve phrased that differently.

“Since she was only two, actually. So we’ve had her for ten years, now.” Richie pushed the hair out of your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

“Tell us about her.” Stan smiled, his usual demeanour shattered by the precious girl at the table. Everyone at the table was simply enamoured with this little girl.

“Uh, we adopted her a year after we got married.” Eddie grew flustered, as the Losers smirked at him and Richie.

“She’s literally the perfect kid!” Richie chimed in, “She’s got good grades, she doesn’t get involved with anything bad or stupid, and she’s just amazing. We love her so much.”

The other Losers felt like they would burst from the amount of adoration they had for this girl. The night continued on, everyone getting quite drunk, except Stan, who felt the need to be the one sober person.

He was rolling his eyes at Richie and Eddie drunkenly flirting in the corner when he noticed you stirring from your spot on the table. You sat up, blinking a few times, growing accustomed to the fluorescent glow of the lights above.

Stan was the only one to notice you wake up and decided to separate you from the drunken activities.

“Hey, Y/N, how was your sleep?” He asked, loudly, as to maybe alert the others that you were awake. 

“Yeah, i-i-it was pretty g-good. I’m no-not as t-tired now.” Stan’s eyes widened in surprise. You had a stutter?

“Oh, honey, you’re awake!’ Richie announced loudly, everyone looking at you and Stan.

“She has a stutter?” Stan asked, and you immediately felt tears brim in your eyes.

Richie and Eddie looked worried, while the others looked intrigued. You felt everyone’s eyes on you, and it was far too much. You ran from the room, your dads calling after you.

“Did I say the wrong thing?” Stan asked worriedly.

“She’s very sensitive about the stutter. She gets bullied a lot. So, we don’t talk about it.” Eddie explained, before running out to find you, Richie not too far behind.

The other Losers turned to Bill, their stuttering friend.

He had an understanding look on his face, having lived with a stutter for so many years of his life. But he had overcome it for so many years, so surely he could help you.

The Losers returned to the table, waiting patiently for Richie and Eddie to return, you by their side. Minutes passed, and no one walked through the door, except for the waitress who placed a bowl of fortune cookies on the table.

Just as she was leaving, a panicked Eddie and Richie came through the door.

But you weren’t with them.

Their faces held panic, fear, and everything in between. 

“Guys? Where’s Y/N?” Ben asked, his voice shaky.

“W-we don’t know. We looked everywhere, but we can’t find her.” Eddie started crying, Richie holding him close to his chest.

Mike stepped forward, grabbing Richie by the shoulders. “We’ll find her. She can’t have gone too far. She’s probably in the bathroom.” 

“O-oh, yeah. The bathroom.” He only sounded half-convinced, but Richie and Eddie would take anything to put their minds at ease.

“W-we were gi-given fortune c-c-cookies,” Bill suggested quietly.

Everyone sat back at the table, avoiding looking at the empty chair between Eddie and Richie. They all picked up a cookie, one still sitting in the bowl.

They all cracked theirs open, each finding a single piece of paper. 

“The hell? Mine just says ‘Time” Richie murmured, the cookies really not distracting him from the disappearance of his daughter.

The others all looked at their fortunes, not noticing Eddie’s shaking hands and terrified expressions.

“W-wait. Give me y-y-your paper.” Bill said as the Losers put their papers down. All except Eddie.

They scuffled about, finding that their words formed a sentence. 

“Oh shit. Oh, fuck!” Richie yelled, seeing the sentence forming. He looked over at his husband, begging him for the paper. Eddie held it tighter, but upon seeing the desperate look on his love's face, he placed the paper down.

Tears streamed down his face, as the other saw what was on his paper.

Bye Bye Stuttering Y/N! Time To Float!

“No. No. This isn’t fucking happening. We have to go get her.” Richie stood from his seat, Eddie following.

“No!” Mike yelled. “There’s something we have to do first.” 

***

You were floating, but they couldn’t do anything, not yet. First, they had to kill that fucking clown. It hurt Richie and Eddie to just leave you there, floating above the ground, almost dead.

“Hey, fuckface! You wanna play truth or dare? Here’s a truth; You’re a sloppy bitch! Yeah, that’s right. Let’s dance! Yippee-kay-yay motherfuc-” Everyone watched as Richie got caught in the deadlights.

Eddie screamed, but not a frightful scream, it was more of a “back off my husband you bitch” scream. He ran forward, throwing the pole Bev had gave him as hard as possible. It struck Pennywise in the mouth, sending IT backwards, ending up impaled on one of the spikes.

Richie fell to the ground, breathing heavily. What the fuck had he just seen?

Eddie came crashing down on top of him, straddling Richie’s waist. Not an uncommon position for them, but that wasn’t relevant right now. Eddie leaned down, grabbing Richie’s face and slamming their lips together.

Richie closed his eyes, melting as he always did when Eddie kissed him. His eyes opened, however, when the salty taste of Eddie’s lips became metallic. Richie froze, not even flinching when Eddie splurted blood onto his face.

“R-Richie?” Eddie spoke softly, blood trickling down his chin. The pain in his eyes matched that of Richie’s heart. Richie couldn’t look down, because he knew what he would see if he let his eyes travel.

And then he remembered, the first time he had entered this fucking house. The first time he lost Eddie. That fucking demonic version of his love. The fucking black shit that had flowed from his mouth. That image that was identical to this. That motherfucking clown who had planned everything to be like this.

“Eddie? Eddie, love?” His pleas were useless, as Eddie was pulled away from him, and flung about by the clown who ruined every fucking good thing he’d ever had.

IT threw Eddie from its claw, sending him towards the ground, right beneath where you were floating. Fuck, he couldn’t do this.

But he had to.

For Eddie.

And for you.

***

Richie got up from beside Eddie, who was barely alive at this point, but Richie could always see the life in his eyes. Eddie watched him leave through the dancing black spots in his vision. 

He could feel the familiar fabric of Richie’s jacket in his hands and found one of his hands in the pocket. His hand brushed against what felt like paper, and with as much strength as he had, slid it out of the jacket.

Unfolding it slowly, he saw a pencil drawing, one that you had done as a very young child. It was of the three of you, smiling, and for a toddler’s drawing, it was extremely good. You had labelled each person, though it was obvious who was who.

Up the top, in messy crayon handwriting, were the words “I love my daddies.” with two pink hearts sloppily drawn at both ends of the sentence.

“I love you too, baby”

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His wishes

Richie Tozier X Kaspbrak!Daughter!Reader

Summary- Before Eddie passes, he tells Richie to look after his daughter. This is when they first meet.

Warnings- IT Chapter two spoilers, swearing, angst, my terrible writing, death

Richie sat opposite the girl at a table.

"So, I'm not going to replace Eds or anything-" He started, awkwardly.

"No, you won't replace him!" She snapped angrily. Looking him dead in the eye.

"I've never had parenting experience but I promise that-"

"What can you promise? Dad promised he'd never leave me alone and now I'm alone." Tears flowed freely out of her eyes as she yelled.

"You're not alone. You have me." Richie tried to remain calm, rubbing at his forehead. "Besides, Eds didn't leave you alone. He left you with me."

"Don't call him that." Richie shot up.

"What?" He asked, eyebrows raised in shock.

"Eds- don't call him that!" The teen growled. "He found it annoying."

Richie found himself at aged thirteen again, him and Eddie riding down the street again.

"So what do you think of that, Eds?" Richie had beamed.

"Don't call me that!" Eddie had yelled back. "And it's a dumbass idea! Just like you!"

“Shut up Eddie spaghetti!”

And then, Richie was sat opposite the girl in a flat in New York. The flat had many photos of Eddie and Y/n, one photo of Eddie’s dad and mom, and a few photos of Y/n on her own at school. Y/n stood up and took a step towards the man.

“I’m sorry, Richie.” Y/n shrugged. “But I don’t think I can change my whole life. Not without my dad.”

“Look, I’m not good at this whole bonding thing but I think Eddie would want you to keep living your life.” Richie snorted lightly. “Eddie wanted all his life to get out of Derry.”

There was silence. “What was he like when he was younger? My dad.”

“He was-” Richie chuckled. “He was amazing. He was a massive hypochondriac and only worried about our health. Overthought everything!”

“He did that with me.” Y/n whispered. “He was terrified about me going to school.”

“He always thought of other people. He was sassy but always cared for us losers.”

“You losers?” Y/n raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Me, Eds, Bev, Ben, Bill, Mike, and Stan. Did Eddie not tell you?” Richie asked.

Y/n shook her head and sighed. “Any time I asked, he’d brush me off. I don’t even know what my grandparents' names are!” She exclaimed, laughing.

Richie raised an eyebrow. “Eddie’s mum was an asshole. Her name is Sonia. She used to put him on a lot of meds that didn’t even work. They were placebo. His dad was Frank. He died when he was young. Of the big C.”

“Oh.” Y/n was speechless.  “Is dad having a funeral?” She asked sniffing after a minute.

“Yes but, because we couldn’t get his body, it’ll be an empty coffin.” Richie frowned. Y/n let out a small sob. “Fuck, shit, I’m sorry.” Richie didn’t know how to comfort the girl and slowly just rubbed her arm. She quickly wrapped her arms around Richie who jumped before slowly wrapping his arms around the figure of the young girl. He placed a protective hand on her head and cradled her lightly.

“You’re okay, it’s okay!” Richie whispered as tears rushed to his eyes. “I’m sorry!” 

“I’m sorry!” Y/n pulled away and sighed. “I’m such a mess, I’m sorry!” Richie frowned at the girl.

“No need to apologise.” Richie sniffed but smiled. “Maybe we should get dinner?”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Y/n rubbed away her tears and chuckled.

“Yeah of course. Do you want to get take out?” Richie asked.

“Take out day is Friday!” Y/n said as if it was obvious. 

“Oh, sorry.” Richie laughed.

Y/n shook her head. “No, my fault. You didn’t know. Dad and I had a dinner schedule. Take out on Fridays. He insisted on Italian on Tuesdays, usually spaghetti bolognese or something!” Richie smiled at the girl.

“I used to call him ‘Eddie Spaghetti’ back in the day.” Richie chuckled. 

“He might have forgotten but he kept a piece of you with him unintentionally.” Y/n joked but if only she had known how real that statement.

“I loved your dad,” Richie muttered after a few minutes. “Like, I was in love with him.”

“I think he loved you too.” Y/n whispered. “He might not have realised it but I think he was always missing something and he didn’t know what. I think it was you and he didn’t know.” 

Richie cried and hugged Y/n. They sobbed into each other's arms. 

Richie had always been scared of having children but when Eddie grabbed Richie a rasped out a “Please look after Y/n. She’s all I had. Don’t leave her alone.” Richie knew he had to do everything to give this girl the best life possible. It wasn’t going to be easy but Richie had accepted this new challenge in life.

[decayedmoth]

brokeback mountain (2005) dir. ang lee // francis forever by mitski // mothers by daughter // straw house, straw dog by richard siken // it chapter two (2019) dir. andy muschietti

[chipoisanook]

Baby Bird [Part 1] || 2019! Stan Uris x Daughter! Reader

IT CHAPTER 2 SPOILERS

Word count: 5758 A/N: Apologies for any mistakes, this is too long to re-read again. :’)

The pen shook in Stan’s hand, the only light he had coming from a lamp sat on the cabinet. It allowed him to see enough of the paper too. He couldn’t stand having all the lights on right now, almost as if it would show him what he didn’t want to see, reveal what he was thinking without him being ready for it. Stan knew this was all real, the feeling of his glasses perched on his face, the feeling of the pen against his hand, and the feeling of fear rising from 27 years of being hidden. Mike’s voice over the phone had ignited some old flame he had tried so hard to kill and forget when he left Derry, Stan spent half his life, fearing of that summer and the mental scars it left behind. And that’s when the words on the paper became more apparent to him once again. ‘Dear Y/N, ’ You were one of the many joys in Stan’s life. The moment he had held you, he was wrapped around your small little finger. As soon as your cry pierced the silent night, he was there. When you took your first steps, your dad was there to catch you in case you fell, encouraging words filling your heart even if you couldn’t truly understand what he meant. When you had your first day of school, he was there to calm you down, explaining how frightening his first day was until he met friends. You were his little girl, he’d do anything to see you smile. This didn’t make you spoiled. If anything, you were just like Stan. Your love for birds, how much you cared for others even if it meant doing something you hated. It was just who you were. That’s what made this even harder for him to do, because, it meant saying goodbye. It meant leaving you, it meant leaving Patricia. And it meant leaving the others to deal with IT. That was exactly why he wanted to take the easy way out though, he couldn’t deal with this again. They all thought he was gone for good when they were kids, now they were just replaying it again. Like replaying the same movie despite knowing already what happens or who says what. Life was repeating itself, and Stan? Stan hated it. “Dad?” Stan quickly looked up, though in the process, knocked over one of the many envelopes that contained a letter for his friends. Before he even got a chance to get it back, you were already across the room, picking it up from the ground to inspect the name at the front. “Who’s Bill?” Stan didn’t really know why the fear raised from him again when he heard the name leave your lips. Maybe it was because he thought you would open the letter, finding out that your father was some kinda fraud. Instead of seeing him as brave and fearless as you usually do, you’d see the shell of a broken man. Stan didn’t even realize his hand was reaching out before the envelope was snatched from your hand. At that moment, a pin could’ve dropped and you would have heard it in the silent house, Stan staring at you with wide brown eyes as you stared back with the same amount of shock. A nervous laugh left your lips, which then turned into a small smile. “Jeez pops, I wasn’t gonna read it. Swear.” You said, placing your hand onto your chest. It worried you more when you didn’t get a laugh in return, not even a small smile as Stan looked back down to the letter. Now would’ve been the time when he rolled his eyes jokingly, saying something like 'You know I hate the name pops, makes me sound old.’ Then the back and forth teasing would begin until one of you gave in. Instead he just slowly glanced back up, the letter abandoned on the desk. “Bill is uh, he’s an old friend.” Your eyebrows narrowed together, head tilting ever so slightly to the side. “You mean back when you lived in Derry?” Your dad paused, as though he was thinking about his next words carefully before finally nodding. “He’s the one… That’s the thing-” Turning away, Stan took a moment to move the letters from out in the open, to his desk draw. “I need to go back, to Derry that is.” It would be a lie to say confusion didn’t quickly spill across your face as you followed your father from his office and into the living room. “Wait for what? How long?” When you didn’t receive an answer to both your questions you let out a quiet huff before speaking again. “Is this all because of the phone call you got?” You had seemed to hit the nail on the head, watching your dad’s shoulders tense up. “Just a short reunion at some Chinese restaurant.” Stan, stated while passing the finished bird jigsaw they had spent nearly all-day doing thanks to them joking around. As you stared at it, you couldn’t help be question him more. “But you were shaking and, you were writing Bill a letter. You wouldn’t need to if you were meeting them soon.” Again, no answer. Frustration grew inside you, but only because you didn’t like seeing your dad upset. It wasn’t right and he just looked well, terrified. “Dad-” Of course you didn’t expect him to whip around to you, but that’s what happened as he spoke. “Enough Y/N!” The silence wrapped around you like a thick blanket in the middle of summer, you didn’t need it and the more it was wrapped around you, the more it made you uncomfortable. Stan had reached up to remove his glasses, his other hand reaching to rub the bridge of his nose with a quiet sigh. “I can’t explain this all to you, mostly because it would take to long.” When he dropped his hands he looked at you, his face as serious as it was that time when you had told him you were staying over at a friends house for the first time and he explained all the rules before you left. “I’ll be back in a couple of days, a week tops.” You still didn’t look convinced as you looked away from him. “Hey?” You were hesitant at first but couldn’t help the softness in your father’s voice as you looked back to him. You were met with a smile, like the one you were expecting before but something was still missing. “I’ll make sure to call every morning an night, I’m only a text away if you need me. It’s just a couple of friends.” It took you a couple of minutes but, you nodded, giving in to what he was saying. “Okay, promise you’ll bring me something back then.” Stan’s smile turned into a smirk as he rolled his eyes, he ruffled your hair knowing how much it annoyed you. “Only if you get to bed, it’s late.” You nodded, knowing there was no point at arguing. He already seemed too stressed out, you didn’t want to add to it. You turned away, making you away to your room before stopping. You soon turned back, running even though there was no need to, smacking into Stan as you wrapped your arms around his middle. “I’ll miss you pop’s.” Feeling his stomach lift a bit as he let out a small laugh made you mirror him, it didn’t even take him a second for him to wrap his arms around you, feeling the warm embrace and taking it in as though it would be your last. “I’ll miss you the too baby bird.” Who knows how long it was before you both moved away, Stan leaning down to place a kiss on top of your head before you finally returned to your room. Stan’s face fell once you had left the room, eyes trailing back to his office as he felt himself being pulled into that direction. But, he couldn’t. Just like 27 years ago he had made a promise. A promise to come back to Derry if IT came back, and now? A promise to get his daughter something from Derry. Though, it wasn’t only that fueling Stan to quickly pack his bags and explain to his wife that he would be back by the end of the week. It was also the fear of something happening to them both, no one would be there to protect them if IT came for them because of him, because he was too much of a coward to fight back. Stan couldn’t leave with the thought of them not being truly safe and the only way to know that they wouldn’t be hurt? Was to see that damn clown dead himself. Stan turned from the now open front door, looking around his living room before his eyes fell on the photo frame. It showed him with you on his back, one arm holding onto your dad’s shoulder as the other was thrown in the air, your mom had a hand safely on your back to make sure you didn’t fall. At that moment, you all looked happy. Your smile was probably the brightest out of both him and your mom put together. But that’s what you were good at, lighting up an area even if you didn’t mean too. Stan sadly smiled as he took a shaky breath, but nodded as he spoke. “I promise Bill.” And with that, Stan was out the door, and back to the place that was calling his name from the rooftops. He was going home. *** As he said he would do, Stan had left late that night. You hadn’t moved that morning from your spot on the bed for hours as you thought back to the look in your father’s eyes, pure fear staring back. Right then you knew he was hiding something, something big that he would never tell you. That’s when the letter popped into your mind, it so vivid and clear that you could still see the name written on it. You tried hard to shake it off, you trusted your dad more than yourself sometimes and to break that by looking into his stuff while he was gone? You couldn’t, you wouldn’t. But it was as though your legs moved by themselves, someone other than you controlling the reins as you came to a stop at the draw. A sigh left you before pulling it open, letters still there to stare at you. You slowly picked one up before your thoughts could tell you otherwise, turning it around before tearing it open. You pulled the letter out, unfolding it carefully as your father’s handwriting became more apparent through the letter. Taking a deep breath you finally scanned over the page, slowly taking in the words while hearing your heartbeat louder in your ears. “Not a suicide note? Took me off the board? Did it work?” Your voice went slightly higher at this, the shock coursing through your blood. The color had soon drained from your face, hands almost tearing the paper with the grip you had on it. It may have been a bad idea to carry on, hell, maybe you should have just left it at that but you just continued on. “I lived my whole life afraid… but of what?” After this you quietly read the rest of the letter, your throat feeling as though it was closing up as you took a deep but shaky breath. Was your dad- Would he have done it if you didn’t- You didn’t want to think about that, the thought made you sick. The letter was scrunched up in your hands, slamming it back on the desk along with the thoughts of what your father had meant. Whatever it was, it was to do with that reunion. It was to do, with Derry. Taking a couple of steps backwards your eyes went back and forth starting at the carpet, hands clenched together before calling out. “Hey, mom! I’m going out!” You watched as your moms head poked out from her bedroom door, an eyebrow raised as she looked at you. “Where you off to hun?” You smiled as best you could through panic within you, a small shrug following. “Just need to clear my head, take a small walk up the street and back.” Your mom inspected you for a moment, hand resting on the door frame before nodding. “Alright, but make sure your back in an hour.” You widened the smile, throwing a thumbs up. “You got it, I’ll see you later.” Before she could see through your lie you turned away, hearing her voice call out even when the words went on deaf ears. You hated lying to your parents, you really did, though you knew at this moment your dad needed you. There was a moment when you thought about turning back, telling you mom that you decided to lay down instead and call it a day. But the words just repeated themselves in your head, over and over like a broken record. By then your mind was set as you took off to the nearest bus stop that would get you to Derry, you were finding your dad whether he liked it or not. *** It only took two buses and a taxi to get to the location, of course, you didn’t know exactly where they meet up would be just that it was at a Chinese restaurant. You had questioned the man about it once you stepped foot into the cab, asking if there were any hotels nearby and if so if there was a Chinese restaurant. He seemed to catch on quickly to where you wanted, even letting you off with the price when you were off slightly, wow, so far the people here were strangely okay. You stared outside the window while the cab drove down the roads of Derry, taking in the place your dad had told you stories about now and then. It seemed fine, quiet even. You wouldn’t of minded staying there for a while, especially if the people we’re nice like this all the time, it was rare to find that nowadays. You were about to look away and face forward until you got to where you’re going until you saw a blur of red from the corner of your eye. By the time you looked, it had already passed back down the road. Again, you looked away, there it was again. That blur of red. You did try and catch it when it happened but when you looked, there was no red in sight. You rolled your eyes finally turning forward, letting out a small gasp as you did so. A red balloon floated in front of the window, menacingly bobbing up and down in front of you. You glanced to see if the man took any notice of the balloon, but he continued to hum while his eyes stayed locked on the road. You decided not to distract him from driving, eyes glued back to the balloon which was now showing the white writing clear as day on it. 'Welcome to Derry, Y/N.’ It sent goosebumps across your skin, eyes widening as your breath just seemed to leave you. You swore you only blinked for a moment and it was gone, out of your view of vision and nowhere else to be seen. You turned in the seat, seeing if it was behind you or anywhere else for that matter, the hand that was placed on your leg nearly sent you into the air with how hard you jumped. “You alright there?” The sickening smile the man now gave you only made the feeling of dread fill you more, though you nodded wordlessly. He grinned, patting your leg before moving his hand away. “Looks like we’re here.” You let out a quiet sigh of relief, undoing your seat-belt and leaving the cab as soon as it stopped. “Welcome to Derry love.” They were the last words you heard before the cab pulled away into the night, if only you had noticed the hint of red in the back of the taxi, it may have shown more of what Derry was hiding. You stared up at the restaurant for a second before walking to the entrance, quickly walking up to the woman who politely smiled at you. “Hi um, has a group recently been in? Around maybe five, six people? My dads there, he told me to meet him.” You gave an innocent smile, thanking whoever was looking over you for counting the letters your dad had written out. Six in total, meaning six random people you were about to meet. The woman nodded, moving around as she turned her head slightly. “Right over here.” You followed close behind her, looking around before she paused at the seating area allowing you to go in. She stared at you, most likely making sure these were the right people so you just made something up, moving over to the first man you saw. “Hey, dad!” The man raised a brow. He was the only one there wearing glasses, hair slightly longer than the others. “I think you have the wrong guy-” You quickly let out a laugh, shaking your head with the roll of your eyes. “Come on dad, I know you love joking but I’m starving.” You turned to the woman, smile widening as you bowed your head a bit. “Thanks for the help.” She smiled giving a nod as she walked back to the front, as soon as you made sure she wasn’t coming back you sighed, smile disappearing when you turned around the group. Your eyes moved over each one of them, taking them in as you thought about your next words to say, and why you suddenly came in calling this guy dad. “Are one of you called Bill?” You finally questioned, mainly looking at the boys for an answer unless of course, the name was something short for a girls name. They looked at one another for a moment before one of them spoke up. “That’s me.” You stared at the man for a moment, scanning him over as he did the same to you. You were both probably trying to figure the other out but, nothing could get you far without speaking. You silently nodded, moving over to an empty chair before taking a seat. This didn’t mean the others just ignored you after that, however, instead, the questions were just beginning. “Kid, where are your parents?… Are you lost?… Do you need us to call anyone for you?…” Each question was asked from a different person, first from Bill, second from the man in the red jacket then the third was from the woman. You knew it was rude to just ignore them, especially since you just stormed in demanding to know one of their names then sitting down. Though, all you did was cross your arms, watching the entrance of the seating area. Again, silence washed over you all. By now you knew they were looking at each other, probably trying to figure out the next course of action to this situation. “…Can we at least get a name?” You turned at this, facing the group as their gazes burned into you. You thought about it, eyes moving down to the table before nodding. “It’s Y/N.” They took it in, the woman smiling towards you as she spoke. “That’s a lovely name, I’m Beverly.” A smile came back to your face, finally genuine as you looked at Beverly. “Thanks, I like your name too.” Beverly turned her head to the others, motioning over to you to get them to speak. “Richie-” You turned to the man with the glasses, his smile now there as he continued. “But I guess you can call me dad.” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, shaking your head as you began to explain. “Sorry about that, I need a way to get in without the woman being suspicious.” You realized this was the perfect time to ask you about that, why you wanted to get in and why you needed Bill, so you turned to the next man. “And you?” He gave you a look, face scrunched up before he even spoke. “…Eddie, why are we doing this?” As Beverly gave him a pointed look, you turned to the man beside her who was already looking at you. “Call me Ben Y/N.” You nodded with another smile, they all seemed nice so far and you could kinda see your dad being apart of them. You finally turned to the last of them, though he was already ready to introduce himself. “I’m Mike.” At this, you knew all their names. Looking at them one by one as you repeated their names in your head. You finally allowed the words to leave your lips, it was now or never to explain who you were. “Sorry again for just barging in on you guys, I’m here because my dad got a call and-” Of course it was the perfect moment to interrupt you, just as you gained the guts to tell them who you were. But the voice that grew closer and closer, you knew all too well. “What do you mean she’s not there? No, no, I just got to the restaurant, I was looking around… Have you checked her friend’s houses? Hey, hey, just calm down, I’m sure she’s-” Eyes finally met as he stepped into the seating area, phone to his ear and not even taking notice of the others in the room. Your dad, Stanley Uris, was finally here. “Fine… Yeah, yeah she’s here.” Your father said, voice sounding relieved as guilt welled up in you. He listened to the voice on the other end, you, of course, knowing it was your mother as he spoke again. “I’ll have her call later… alright, love you too. Bye.” And with that, the call was ended with a beep. Stan stared at you while giving the famous disapproving look, the one you usually got whenever you do something bad or go against what he said. You gave him an innocent smile, almost hoping that would get you out of this situation. “Surprise.” Your dad raised a brow at this, slowly causing your smile to drop. Your mouth opened again, words on the tip of your tongue before once again, you were interrupted. “Stan the Man is that really you?” Both you and your dad looked to Richie, grin placed on his smug face, hands motioning over the table. “Looking good man.” This earned a nod from Eddie, though both Bill and Ben rolled their eyes, we’re smiling nothing less. They all were as they looked at your dad. “Please take a seat, and maybe explain what this all is.” Stan hesitated at first before he moved, taking a seat beside you even if his eyes locked back onto you. “Are you alright? You got here okay, right?” You thought about telling your dad about the balloon, about the guy in the cab but your head quickly nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine really dad.” Just as that word came from your mouth, Richie choked on his drink eyes slightly widening while it happened. “Dad?” Beverly smiled to both you and your father before she turned to Richie with an unimpressed look. “It’s not hard to see, especially the way Stan came in asking about her.” Richie scoffed, looking around to see if anyone else agreed on which of course, they did. As Beverly had stated, it wasn’t hard to see they were related. Richie shrugged. “I’m just surprised you have a daughter, not even that. I’m surprised you’ve actually had se-” Eddie’s hand quickly clamped over Richie’s mouth at this, a glare burning into him. “You are not ruining Y/N’s innocence like you did mine.” You rolled your eyes, moving to a more comfortable position on the chair as you spoke. “You do know I already know about that, right?” They all stared at you apart from Stan, who let out a laugh from your response. Ben shook his head with a smile, now ignoring Eddie and Richie as Eddie soon moved his hand away, complaining that Richie had licked it. Of course, Richie denied it so they left them to bicker. “So Y/N, how come you’re, well here? Stan didn’t know until he got in.” You gave an embarrassed look to the man, rubbing the back of your neck as you explained. “I was worried.” You turned to Stan, looking up at him as you continued. “You looked like you were about to throw up when you left, I needed to know you were gonna be fine so, I left to come here.” Your father didn’t respond at first, though his eyes did soften at why you came all the way down to Derry. It wasn’t the fact that you wanted to be rebellious or stress both him and your mom out. You just wanted to know he was okay. “I appreciate that Y/N, I doubt it was easy finding me.” You smiled as you felt your dad rub your back gently, you almost thought you were about to get away with it. “You do know you’re still grounded when we get home though.” A groan passed your lips, head tilting back against the chair. “Fair enough I guess.” This earned a round of chuckles from the grown-ups, and so began the night of laughter and stories exchanged between them all of what happened after they left Derry. *** Richie moved his hand out to Ben, making a serious face while doing so. “I mean, you’re hot.” Ben almost choked on his drink as Eddie nodded, mumbling an “It’s true, ” under his breath. “You’re like every Brazilian soccer player wrapped into one person.” You couldn’t hold back your laugh at that example, and though your dad didn’t laugh, he had a smirk on his face as he shook his head. Bill clapped his hands together while laughing as Beverly held a smirk, holding her glass as she looked to Richie. “Leave him alone, you’re embarrassing him.” Richie was most likely going to defend his case but Ben shook his head, holding his napkin while he spoke. “Okay alright, Stanley you wanna say anything. You’ve been quiet all night.” Everyone quietened down at this, Bill let out one final laugh before all eyes were on your dad, including yours. “…I-” Stan finally began to speak as he looked over to Mike who faces had completely fallen at this point, though they said nothing more as the waitresses brought in the fortune cookies. They all turned away as they grabbed one, now more interested in what fortune they would get. As you broke it open you took the paper out, staring down at the word on it. “Present?” You mumbled to yourself, as the others seemed to have the same problem, it wasn’t until Bill asked to look at all of them that you were now all stood around the table trying to figure out what it could mean. “Guess The Present Huh- no, no it would be Guess You Didn’t! Guys this actually makes no sense- Let me think, let me think!” Voices overlapped each other as you all moved the papers around, it still didn’t make much sense with all of them anyway. As though you were missing some. That’s when you finally looked back to Beverly and your dad, who both clearly didn’t like the look of what word they had. Especially your dad, who faces had paled altogether. “Stan, Beverly.” You turned to Bill who had finally realized the same thing you had, holding his hand out. Slowly but surely, they both handed over their paper, allowing the process to be much easier. Though what the sentence said send fear spiking through you. 'Guess You Didn’t Like The Present, Huh Y/N?’ No one said anything as you all stared at the papers together, re-reading it as though it would change to something else. But it didn’t. “Why does it say Y/N?” Stan questioned, the anger and fear also clear in his voice as it came out. But no one had the answer to that, instead, Beverly said one word. “Pennywise.” You turned to her, eyebrows raised, though, the others seemed to know or at least acted like they knew what this was about. “You mean the clown?” Richie questioned, looking between everyone. By now you had cut everyone’s voices out, the memory of the cab coming back to you as the word left your lips as though it was forced out of you. “The balloon.” Now it was your turn again for everyone to stare at you, eyes widened at what you just said. “What?” You gulped quietly, looking up at your father’s frantic eyes, searching yours for answers. “When I was in the cab coming over here, I saw this balloon. I saw it out the corner of my eye, just seemed like a basic red balloon that wouldn’t let me see it. Then it was there, right in front of the window. I looked at the guy driving but he just didn’t seem to notice. Then when I looked back, it had, 'Welcome to Derry, Y/N’ on it, I blinked it disappeared.” You glanced around at the scared faces, now knowing there was more to this story then you knew, way way more. “I just thought it was me being me and ignored it, but now-” You let out a shaky breath, which caused Stan to quickly wrap you into a hug almost as if he could feel the tension and fear radiating off of you. “You’re gonna be okay, IT’s not gonna get you.” It was almost if your dad was saying this to himself, making himself believe it was real as well as you. Right now, however, that wasn’t the only question on your mind. Not by a long shot. “What is this, IT?” No one could answer your question as the fortune began to shake. Stan quickly pulled you both back along with the others as one flew from the bowl. It began to crack open, something poking out from the inside. “What the fuck is that man,” Richie asked, though no one even thought about answering as continued to stare. When the thing pushed its way out of the cookie, you moved back more, almost falling over the chair if your dad hadn’t caught you. It began crying loudly, more flying out the bowl as you all began to yell out curses or try and get back more. “Aye, aye! That fortune cookie is looking at me!” You didn’t have time to see what Richie was talking about because as soon as you looked away, something came flying at you. It was chaos. You could hear your own voice calling out as your hands flew everywhere, Stan was calling out to you. Eddie was saying that he wanted to go home while the rest were just yelling. “It’s not real!” Mikes voice finally came out the clearest through the shouting as he grabbed a chair. He didn’t think next as he threw his arms back before slamming them back down, the chair connecting with the table multiple times. “It’s not real! It’s not real! It’s not real!” You continued to move back once the thing attacking you had flown in the other direction, breath coming out in quick bursts as you closed your eyes tightly. It wasn’t real, probably just a messed up nightmare. It’s not real, It’s not- “Is… everything alright in here?” Your eyes snapped open once hear the females voice, starting at her through panicked eyes. You turned away to look back at the table to see everything was normal, apart from all the broken cups and plates. Mike slowly placed the chair down, hands still shaking as he mumbled. “Yeah, we’re good.” The woman didn’t look pleased with it all but still walked away, mostly going to put all the damage done to the room on what they had to pay. You still shook as you glanced around the room. Ben still had a hold of Eddie, Beverly was really close to a wall while Bill was near one of the chairs. And Richie was left moving away from the corner he was in. Which just left Stan, who just hadn’t seemed to fully piece together what had happened. Well until he shook his head, a hard glare forming as he turned to Mike. “You said we didn’t stop it… so IT’s back.” Mike glanced at your dad but nodded nothingness. Stan shook his head. He knew deep down in his heart that the phone call was leading to this, even if his memories of Pennywise were faded, worn out by year’s of new memories replacing this. “No, no I’m not doing this again.” You dad mumbled, moving over to you whilst grabbing your arm. “Stan, S-Stan listen. We need everyone, we can’t stop him without you.” Mike tried to explain this to your dad but he wasn’t having it, turning to him quickly, making it look like his head was about to snap off. “What would’ve happened if I didn’t show up? Hm? And now Y/N’s here too and you want me to this all over again?“ Stan allowed a sarcastic laugh to leave him, as he began to walk over to the exit of the sitting area, you in tow. "I’m not doing this again, and I’m not putting my daughter’s life in danger because of a fucking clown!” Your eyes widened slightly as you heard  your dad swear. It was rare when he did this usually when he was hurt or he was too angry to think straight. At this point, no one disagreed with Stan on this apart from Mike, they all knew how scared he was because hell they were too, they had the same idea as him. They weren’t doing this again. “We’re going home, and Mike, don’t call me again about this.” With that, you were gently but urgently pulled out of the restaurant. The last thing you saw was the other frightened faces before the doors to the restaurant closed behind you.

[justsounds]

why has no one made an IT animatic to youth - daughter the lyrics fit so well

"shadows settle... to the finish line" reflecting on chapter 1 vs chapter 2

"and if you're still breathing... corrupted lungs" GAZEBOS also inhaler

"setting fire to our insides for fun" bev n richie vibing idk

"collecting names... that went wrong" richie carving R+E and then a cut to eddie with the LOVERS cast

"we are the reckless... we'll reveal the truth" chapter 1 battle but "reveal the truth" is bev in the deadlights

"that one will die before he gets there" ...stan

"and if you're still bleeding... it was a flood that wrecked this" thinking about stan and that summer in the clubhouse

"and you caused it x3" cuts to them each getting their tokens (two each line)

"well I've lost it all... when you broke my chest" pennybitch pov

"ringing in my head, when you broke my chest" pennybitch is gone but richie flashes back to eddie getting stabbed and runs back to him

"and if you're in love... our insides for fun" sad timez where the losers are trying to get richie to leave eddie's body maybe some flashbacks idk

"to distract our hearts from ever missing them" stan, georgie, eddie, any of the losers' NICE dead parents, etc

"but I'm forever missing him" everyone hugging richie in the water

"and you caused it x3" just frames of things getting slightly better and the remaining five staying friends

someone pls do this I'M NOT AN ARTIST

[strangestdrabbles]

Chaotic Dads

A/N: so i had this all written last night and then lost half of it so i had to rewrite it but that’s okay because it was so fun to write. i had an amazing time with this imagine and i hope that it is as much fun to read as it was for me to write :-) also also this is the longest imagine i’ve written so i’m proud of that :-)

Pairing: Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak) x Daughter!Reader

If there was only one word that Y/N had to describe living with her dad’s Richie and Eddie, it would be chaotic. 

Only on the night Y/N got back from her study group, walking through the doors of her home, there was no chaotic shouting and laughing, no Eddie admonishing Richie for another poor attempt at a British accent. It was silence and hushed whispers, more stressed on Eddie’s side while there was more silence on Richie’s.

“I can’t believe MIke called us. What does he think we’re going to do? Go back to Derry?” 

Richie ran a hand through his hair, both men not noticing Y/N walk into the room and stand in the doorway. 

“God I feel fucking nauseous.” 

“Dad, are you okay?” 

Eddie turned his head first, looking at Y/N like a deer caught in headlights, Richie slowly turning his head after; looking a little gray faced. 

“O-Oh yeah I’m good kid.” 

Y/N nodded slowly, looking skeptical but deciding against saying anything. 

“Well is everything okay?” 

Eddie started to ring his hands before running his hands over his face. 

“U-Um yeah it’s good.” 

 Y/N nodded before looking around.

“So…” 

Both men looked at her confused because of the coy way she had her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels. 

“So?” 

“Where is Derry and why does it have you both stressed?”

The couple looked at each other, fear slowly seeping through their bloodstream.

+++

Y/N sat in the back seat as Richie drove, Eddie sitting in the passenger seat, the spectacle clad man gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white while passing the sign that read ‘Welcome To Derry’. 

The sound of the radio created a soft hum as the wind whipped through the ajar windows, providing a soft sliver of fresh air to combat the suffocating interior of the car. 

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked, taking her headphones out and pausing her music, taking in how Eddie and Richie looked at each other. 

“T-To um meet up with some old friends.” Eddie whispered, feeling a ball well up in his throat that was about to bring on hyperventilation but then he felt fingers intertwine with his; Richie smiling while he kept his eyes on the road. 

“I didn’t know you two had friends.” 

Richie laughed properly for the first time since he got the call from Mike, feeling some of the fear alleviating from his chest. 

“Ha ha that’s very funny Y/N.” Eddie spoke, his voice deadpan but the humor was evident. 

“Also why are we in Derry? I didn’t even know this place existed.” 

Richie cleared his throat, uncomfortable memories coming back of Henry calling his homophobic slurs and the sadness of pushing down who he truly was washed over his in staggers. 

“Well you see mah dear, Derry is the bees knees.” 

Richie’s accent couldn’t be placed and it made Y/N roll her eyes but a smile couldn’t be held back.

“Beep beep Richie.” 

+++

Richie pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and after turning off the car just sat there with Eddie, both looking at each other with a fear that was palpable, Y/N feeling it fill the car and wash over her. 

“Dads? Are we all good to go in?” 

The sound of their daughter’s voice brought them out of their shared terrified memories, turning in unison to face Y/N before Richie smiled and nodded. 

“Let’s get in there.” 

“Your New York accent is terrible dad.” 

Eddie laughed as Richie rolled his eyes playfully. 

“I thought I was getting better.”

Y/N laughed while getting out of the car, Richie and Eddie following shortly after and there was a moment of calm before Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand for stability; Y/N pulling her jumper closer around her as the night air seemed colder. 

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Eddie asked, his hand coming to grip Richie’s shirt to ground himself. 

Before Richie could push down the fear to be able to answer, Y/N spoke up from across the parking lot in a tone of faux annoyance.

“Are you two coming or what?” 

The pair look at each other, sharing a look and a still moment before turning to look at Y/N, both of them nodding and starting to walk over. 

“I don’t know why we agreed to do this?” 

Eddie’s rhetorical question came out as a whisper as the trio walked through the door, Y/N going first and heading straight to a small fish tank. The sound of excited conversation and constantly moving cutlery eased the older men’s minds for a moment, focusing hard to not fall into the fear that was clinging at their peripherals; Eddie was shocked that Richie hadn’t tried to fill the silence between the two with unfunny quips and awkward humor. 

Eddie stepped forward then and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist, wanting to hold him and do his best to ground the spectacle clad man. It seems to work as Richie pressed a soft and loving kiss to the crown of the shorter man’s head. 

“Whatcha lookin at ova there?” 

Y/N turned around and put her hands in her pockets, tilting her head and one of her dads and smiled.

“I was just checkin’ out dem fishes pops.” 

Richie laughed at the attempted New York accent, the low rumble in his chest comforting Eddie immensely.

“You really have to work on that accent darling.” 

Y/N laughed while rolling her eyes.

“I would’ve said it’s better than yours if I’m honest.”

Before Richie could retort, a hostess came over to them and asked how she could help.

“We’re here to see Mike Hanlon.” 

Eddie followed beside the hostess, Richie and Y/N walking a little ways behind so he could list off what he couldn’t eat to the hostess; the other two tuning out what they had heard countless times before.

“- gluten and if I eat cashews I could realistically die…” 

Eddie’s voice trailed off as he made eye contact with Mike first and then Bill, a rush of memories hitting him like a train; not noticing that Richie and Y/N were right behind him.

“Holy shit.” 

Mike was the first one to one to step forward and greet the trio, first Eddie and then Richie, giving the men a hug each and lingering with his hands on their biceps, one after the other, and just taking in the fact that they were in front of him. Shortly after Bill followed suite and gave each man a handshake. 

“I’m so glad you both came.” 

The men nodded and were about the speak but then Y/N’s voice cut through. 

“Oh my god.” 

All the attention was on her as she stepped forward towards Bill, her eyes wide and starstruck. The man in question looked confused for a moment, taken aback by the reaction of the young girl and how excited she was to even be in the same room as him. 

“You’re Bill Denbrough.” 

“I am and who are you?” 

Y/N forgot how to speak for a moment, not believing that her favourite author was speaking to her. 

“I’m Y/N, the kid of those losers.” 

Y/N motioned to Eddie and Richie lazily with her thumb, smiling when Bill laughed and nodded, both not noticing the mock offended look on the taller man. 

“Oi you take that back.” 

Y/N turned to look at him and stuck out her tongue before turning back to Bill. 

“It’s amazing to meet you. Your books are some of my favourites. I especially love the endings because you have a way of making them feel so real and raw, even if they might not always be what is expected.” 

Bill felt a swell of happiness in his chest at hearing that his endings had been enjoyed, only hearing that they weren’t good by so many people, even if they felt like the best direction to him. 

“What’s one of your favourites?” 

It took a moment for Y/N to think but then it came to her. 

“The book about the man with a hook for a hand. It was insane. It took me three days to read the last chapter because I didn’t want it to end.” 

“That was one of my favourites to write. The ending of that book was my favourites.” 

“It was my favourite too. I felt like I was there with the main character. It was so good.” 

Bill smiled and thanked Y/N, watching as they got the copy of the book out of their bag along with a pen and shyly asked if he could sign it. 

“It would mean the world if you could.” 

Bill took the items from Y/N carefully, opening the book to the title page on the table before writing a sweet message and then signing underneath; handing it back and watching as Y/N read the note. 

The pair continued to talk a little ways away as Mike, Richie and Eddie spoke quietly. 

“Thank you both for coming. I knew you both would.” 

Eddie didn’t want to say anything about the fact that he had really considered not going and it was thanks to Richie that he hadn’t balantently refused or jumped out of the car while it was on the road. He didn’t think Mike would want to hear about that. “Oh yeah, of course Mike. We wouldn’t miss coming back to kill the clown that made our lives hell as kids for anything.”

Mike didn’t react to the sarcasm or the uncomfortable looks on the pair’s faces, instead starting to ramble about how grateful he was and how excited he was to see the others; no one mentioning Stan. Before anything else could be said however, Beverley’s voice was heard. 

“Is that you Trashmouth?” 

Everyone turned at the sound, Bev standing there looking as beautiful as always while Ben stook behind, looking bashful and flustered, his crush on Bev hitting him full force after all these years. 

“That’s Mr Trashmouth to you mah dear.” 

Bev laughed at the accent, memories of Richie’s nonsense filling her mind. 

“You know you haven’t gotten any better at the accents Tozier. I would have thought time would help.” 

Richie laughed and the soft rumble of his chest comforted Eddie, grounding him and filling his chest and heart with a feeling of overwhelming love and adoration. 

“So drinks?” 

“After the drive I just had, yes please.” 

The group got situated around the table then, Y/N sitting between Bill and Richie, laughing as her dads began to bicker and the waitress come in the take orders. THe atmosphere was like coming home, friends reuniting and picking up right where they left off, even if the elephant in the room was waiting for them to talk about it. 

“Oh Bev, Ben, this is our daughter Y/N.” 

Beverley was the first to introduce herself, Ben after, the red head making conversation and helping the girl to feel comfortable and welcome. It didn’t take long for the group to share stories with her about what her dads were like as kids, Y/N laughing harder than she had in a while at Richie and Eddie’s antics and how similar they were then to how they were now. 

It was then that the drinks came, alcohol for everyone else and a coke for Y/N. 

“To the Losers Club and to memories.” 

Mike said, raising his glass, the rest of the group, including Y/N (even if she had really no clue). 

Everyone repeated the sentiment before clinking their glasses together.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

[xanasaurusrex]

Dumbass - Richie Tozier

Pairing: College!Richie Tozier x Fem!College!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k (yeah I went overboard sorry)

Warnings: Swearing (like a lot), mentions to sex but no actual smut or anything, named best friend character, Richie Tozier (he’s a warning fight me), mentions of Bill and Eddie, mentions of the Derry curse, unedited, shitty ending, reader and Rich are kinda quick to crush on each other I think that’s a warning? Pennywise is kinda mentioned for a hot second, I think that’s it? Lmk if I missed anything please!

Summary: Y/N L/N is more than excited to finally be living on her own after having to share a room with her awful roommate for two years. But, of course, having her own apartment is not all it was cracked up to be. Mainly because her upstairs neighbor is the loudest person on the planet, and seems to be an insomniac, considering he walks around loudly all night. Finally, she’s sick of it. But… then she discovers that he’s a cute boy that also goes to her school… so maybe it’s not that bad.

Notes: Honestly the summary sucked but like… I don’t really care? Anyways, I got sudden inspiration at like eleven thirty and I’m about to start my period but I don’t have pads (tampons scare me) and I just needed some Richie to help me deal with all this. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Key

Y/M/N - Your Mom’s Name (idk why I added this just… idk)

Y/H/T - Your Home Town

Y/H/S - Your Home State

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“So… are you sure don’t want me to leave you with some recipe cards? They’re very descriptive, and helped me a lot when I first moved out,”

Y/N looked over at her mother, sighing. “Mom, please. I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m going to be fine. Just… let me be, okay?” she chuckled.

She knew that her mother was having trouble gripping the fact that she was moving out of her and her old roommate Haley’s apartment now. As much as her and Haley liked each other, Y/N had really gotten sick of Haley bringing guys into the apartment and doing it anywhere they wanted. It was gross, and after her and Haley got into their big fight, they both knew that they couldn’t live together anymore.

Y/N wasn’t quite sure why it was just hitting her mom now. She’d been living with Haley for two years while doing her first few years of college, and she figured that she may as well experience living on her own.

Besides, it was getting hard to drown out Haley and whatever other guys’ noises while she was trying to study. She figured she may as well have friends outside of campus, too. The building she lived in now was just close enough to campus to be easy to get there, and just far away enough that she wouldn’t run into too many people she knew from classes.

“I know honey it’s just…” Y/M/N sighed. She walked over to Y/N and wrapped her arms around her daughter. “You’re my baby girl, and where you and Haley lived was closer to me and your dad, and now you’re farther and… I don’t know how to deal with that!”

Y/N chuckled. “Ma, I’m fifteen minutes farther than I was,” she reasoned with her mother. “If you really wanna come over, you can come over after my classes. Just not every day, okay?”

Y/M/N gave her a wide smile before beckoning her in for a hug again. “I love you so much baby,”

“I love you so much too Mama,”

“Alright, well… I’d better get going,” Y/M/N said with clear hesitation in her voice. As much as Y/N wanted to think that her mom trusted her in living on her own, she knew that she did not. Y/M/N trusted her in so many other fields, just not this one.

As Y/N waved goodbye to her mother through the window of her third floor apartment, she sighed in contentment. Alone at last.

❦❦❦

Turns out this apartment was not the amazing dream that Y/N thought it was.

It was around three o’clock in the afternoon, and Y/N was sitting down on the couch that her friends had helped her put in the apartment. After a long day of unpacking and hanging pictures and just doing a lot to help her new apartment look like home, she was tired, and wanting zero interruptions to the nap she was trying to take.

But naturally, the universe had other plans.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Y/N’s eyes snapped open, glaring at the ceiling above her. It had only been a few steps, and hopefully would continue to stay that way, but it still annoyed her.

She let out a huff, but closed her eyes and continued snuggling down with the blanket that she had pulled out of one of her boxes hastily, deciding that she would clean up the mess that tumbled out with it later, just wanting to get some shut-eye now.

Creeeaaaak.

Okay, what the hell.

A million thoughts of anger and annoyance were racing through Y/N’s head, but after a bit of consideration, she decided to hold off on the complaining. First of all, she wasn’t great with confrontation, and second of all, it was barely her first day here. She didn’t want to be causing drama and burning bridges just because she was sleep deprived. It wasn’t that person’s fault they were loud.

Well, maybe it was. Maybe they were just a jerk and wanted to annoy the new neighbor. But still. Y/N didn’t know that for sure, so she wasn’t going to assume it.

The person either lightened their steps or stopped walking, so Y/N figured that it would be okay to try and bundle up again and fall asleep.

Of course not.

Thump thump CREEEAAAAK.

What was that person doing?

Finally, Y/N was done.

She got up off the couch, angrily threw the blanket down, and began stomping around her own apartment (making sure to not actually stomp, obviously), and began unpacking all the things she needed to unpack. It was like a minefield and she hated that she had to step over boxes just to get into her own kitchen.

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After what seemed like hours, there had been no movement from the person upstairs, and seeing as it was ten thirty, Y/N figured that now, she may as well try to get some sleep.

Thankfully, the box with all her blankets and sheets and pillow cases had been unpacked, so making her bed was easy, and once she laid down, she revelled in the feeling of the new mattress that had been her father’s housewarming gift to her. It was soft and squishy and everything she’d dreamed it would be.

Now for the part that she’d been daydreaming about since she got here.

Sleep.

Thankfully, this time, Y/N got to sleep. She felt peaceful, and quiet, and if someone had looked at her right then (which would’ve been weird, but still), they would’ve seen a content look on her face.

But as the saying goes, nothing good lasts forever, because just a few hours into her peaceful sleep, it seemed as though her upstairs neighbor was hellbent on walking a mile in his one bedroom apartment.

Great.

Y/N tried everything. She put pillows on her bed, buried herself under every single one she had, piled some blankets on top, too, but nothing seemed to be working.

The person in the apartment directly above hers was the noisiest person on the planet, and she was getting sick of it really quick.

However, right as Y/N was getting up and preparing to go up there and knock on the door to complain, the footsteps stopped, and didn’t start up again.

Sighing in annoyance, Y/N pulled the covers over her head and fell asleep again, wanting nothing more than a good night’s sleep without the interruption of the sounds of sex, or someone with feet way too heavy or big for their body.

But, she was finally going to sleep, and as long as she didn’t go to class on two hours of sleep, she would be okay.

❦❦❦

“So… how’s your new apartment?”

Y/N sighed as she looked at her best friend, Cali. She was a chipper person, it didn’t matter what happened, it was still the best day ever in her eyes.

Y/N didn’t understand her best friend very well.

“I already know for a fact that my upstairs neighbor is a dick,” she groaned. “He was walking around all night, and he’s either stomping constantly or has really heavy fucking feet,”

The two were sat in a coffee house a few blocks away from campus, Cali sipping on a cup of tea, and Y/N downing her third cup of coffee.

Cali gave her a look. “C’mon Y/N/N. Have you even met them yet?”

Y/N shook her head. “I would meet this person, but my social anxiety is getting in the way and, oh yeah! I just moved in, I don’t know if I want everyone in the building thinking that I’m the bitch that complains about everything,”

“You do know that this complaint is valid, right? I know you don’t like talking to people, but no one in the building is going to think you’re a bitch for asking the person above you to keep it down,” she seemed to ponder for a second before adding, “Depending on how you ask. If you’re a bitch about it, they’re going to think you’re one. If you ask politely, they’ll think you’re a sleep-deprived college student,”

“I am a sleep-deprived college student!”

“So then just do it like that,”

Y/N watched as Cali giggled to herself, unable to stop her own laughter from escaping her mouth. She covered her face with her hands, silently hating her best friend.

“You suck sometimes, you know that?” Y/N asked her friend.

Cali continued laughing. “Why yes, best friend. Yes I do.”

❦❦❦

This was honestly getting ridiculous.

Three in the morning. It was three in the fucking morning! How could someone be awake at a time like this? Y/N figured maybe some people were, like the asshole upstairs, but it was incredibly annoying and frustrating that of all the upstairs neighbors she could’ve gotten, she had to get the stompy guy who was up at all hours of the night?

As time went on, Y/N felt herself slowly getting more and more insane. How in the fucking hell was this person going to be alive tomorrow? They woke up at like eight thirty, around the same time Y/N did, so how could they do this?

Y/N could barely do it, and she was trying to sleep!

Finally, it got to be too much. She had been sleep-deprived because of this person for too long, and her classes were just getting longer and longer due to her lack of sleep.

As Y/N got out of her apartment, trekked up the stairs, grumbling to herself about how she didn’t know who this person thought they were, clutching the blanket that she had brought with her (the apartment building was somehow always cold), wanting nothing more than just a simple good night’s sleep.

Finally, she arrived at the apartment. 4C. Directly above her apartment.

Tentatively, Y/N knocked on the door before she could talk herself out of it. She didn’t love confrontation, and knew that if she didn’t knock right at that moment she was never going to do it.

The time in between Y/N knocking on the door and the door opening seemed to be just about three years. One would think that if he had enough time to wander around his apartment at three in the morning, he’d get to the door in time.

Or maybe it was her nerves getting to her.

She felt dumb. Why was she so nervous about this? She’s yelled at people before; though in her defense, they were usually people that she knew, and she wasn’t worried about being the bitch who complained before her first week in her new apartment complex before the week was even over.

Still, it was dumb.

Whoever this idiot is, even if he is a dick, the worst thing that happens is Y/N is forced to move out.

This thought naturally caused her to panic a bit, but before she could fully dispel the thought, the door was opening, and Y/N was stuck like a deer in headlights staring at the slowly opening dark green door.

“Can I help you?”

Just her luck.

He’s hot.

“Uh…” Y/N stuttered. What was she going to say? She could barely think, she was too busy staring at every little detail on this guy.

He was tall, was mostly limbs, had curly brown hair that looked like it had been allowed to grow for a little while, and these big glasses that magnified his eyes in an almost comical way.

When Y/N met eyes with the beautiful stranger again, she realized that she had been standing there in silence, staring up at him for way too long, judging by the very confused look on his face.

“Uh, sorry,” she cleared her throat. “I haven’t been getting much sleep,”

Which brought her back to the exact reason she’d come up here at three in the morning.

“Speaking of which,” she started, her voice not really pulling off the sharp tone that she had intended to use. “Why the fuck are you up right now?”

Welp. That was unexpected

The pretty face scrunched up in confusion. “Why the fuck are you up right now? You came up here at three in the fucking morning to ask me why the fuck I’m up? I’m up because I can’t sleep!”

“Well I can’t sleep when you’re up here stomping all night and I have classes tomorrow!”

“I have classes tomorrow too!”

“Then fucking go to sleep!”

“I told you, I can’t!”

The two paused to catch their breath after shouting at each other. Y/N couldn’t help but think just how stupid this was. She knew that she was right in this scenario, but she hadn’t really started out the way she’d intended.

The entire walk up the flight of stairs it took to get here, Y/N had been practicing in her head what she was going to say.

She had imagined herself politely saying, “Please don’t think I’m trying to be a bitch, but I am a college student and have trouble getting to sleep anyways, and I’m not telling you to go to sleep, but please, consider the fact that I need sleep, so would you please consider wearing something that would make your footsteps lighter, or maybe just not stomp?”

Now that she thought about it, Y/N wasn’t so sure that that would have worked on this idiot anyways.

The stranger let out a breath, raking his hand (that Y/N’s eyes began subconsciously following) through his dark mop of hair (that Y/N also found quite attractive), and the next thing that came out of that stupidly attractive mouth was a slight chuckle.

The next thing Y/N knew, he was holding out a hand to her with a smile on his face. “I’m Richie. You?”

To say that Y/N was taken aback by this would be an understatement.

In all her years on this dumb planet, not once has she yelled at someone that way and it ended with them chuckling just about a minute later. It was just not the kind of thing that happened.

But then again, Y/N reminded herself, she didn’t usually yell at random strangers that she was about to give a noise complaint to.

“Uh… Y-Y/N,” she managed to stutter out, wondering what game he was trying to play.

He laughed. “Well hi, Y-Y/N,” he threw his head back and laughed louder. “You know, you just sounded a lot like a friend of mine.” he let out a sigh of sadness, as a look of confusion passed across his face, like he was trying to remember something. He quickly recomposed himself and clapped his hands together with a smile. “Anyways. Wanna come inside?”

Without really thinking about it, Y/N found herself nodding and following Richie back into his apartment.

The inside of the apartment was… messy, to say the least, but Y/N figured she couldn’t say much considering her apartment was still a whirlwind of boxes and random things that she owned that she wasn’t sure where they went.

All the furniture was mismatched, there were very few actual pictures on the walls, just posters of bands and movies that (Y/N assumed) he seemed to like. There were dishes everywhere, plastic and glass (though plastic mostly), and there was a record player tucked into the corner right next to the sliding glass door that entered out into the balcony that was (aside from the few furniture items he had out there) was identical to Y/N’s.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Richie said with a flair that made Y/N chuckle slightly. He suddenly became bashful, rubbing the nape of his neck as his cheeks pinked. “Sorry about the mess. I didn’t think I’d be having company at this hour,”

Y/N chuckled. “Yeah, I uh… didn’t think I’d be coming up here. My apartment is a mess anyways, haven’t had time to unpack anything with classes and all,”

A new kind of smile came onto Richie’s face. A kind of lopsided one that made Y/N’s heart flutter delightfully. “Ohhhhh. That’s why I haven’t seen you around here before,” he leaned against the ugly brown walls that all the apartments had. He cocked his head to the side and did a once over on Y/N, causing her cheeks to flush. “I thought I’d remember a pretty face like that,”

No one had ever been so forward with Y/N. Where she came from, the guys were all either fuckboys or the timid nerds that couldn’t wrack up the nerve to talk to anyone but their few friends.

At her high school, she hadn’t necessarily been overlooked, per se, she had a good amount of friends. She just wasn’t popular enough for the fuckboys to take an interest in her. She watched the forwardness from a distance, never got to experience it.

“Uh…” Y/N’s mouth and brain seemed to freeze up at the exact same time, preventing her from responding in any way shape or form.

She would have thought Richie would have faltered by now, but he seemed to keep up the confident exterior until he finally stood up, away from the wall and walked towards the fridge in his small kitchen. He opened it and took out two glass bottles that clinked together in his hand.

“Want a beer?”

***

Y/N had learned a lot about Richie in the three hours that they’d been sitting on his balcony, getting wasted off cheap beer and watching the dark sky turn brighter until they were eventually watching the sunrise.

She had learned that his real name was Richard, that he swore like a sailor, that he really liked to smoke, and that he was the cutest guy that Y/N had encountered in a very long time.

(Of course that part Richie hadn’t told her; Y/N had concluded that herself by silently staring at Richie, memorizing his features in the small amount of light that was coming from the sky at that very moment as he finished off the last beer in his fridge, sighing to himself)

Y/N felt odd. She hadn’t felt like this about a guy in a very long time, and felt dumb, too. She had always been told that this kind of attraction took a very long time to develop, that you had to be friends first and then eventually you would realize that your friend was super hot, and then cute, and then slowly find yourself imagining their lips against yours.

But Y/N had been imagining that all night, and she didn’t even know Richie’s last name.

As they continued to watch the sun rise in the distance, Richie glanced over at his new friend, wondering what she was thinking about.

Wondering if she was thinking the same thing he was.

(She was)

Richie turned back to the sun rise with a content smile on his face, one that mirrored Y/N’s, telling himself that he was going to chase after her. He knew that they had just met, but there was something about her that intrigued Richie, something about her that made him feel safe already.

There was just something about her that Richie couldn’t explain. Truthfully, he didn’t even really know what it was about her that drew him in so much.

But he was going to find out.

***

“So why did you come up here again?”

Richie was laid down on the floor of his apartment, Y/N on the couch next to where he was laying. It was nine in the morning, and neither of them had slept at all, still a bit drunk from the beer.

Y/N had decided that she wasn’t going to go into class today, a decision Richie had made much earlier that night, and after coming in from the balcony, the two had just been laying down in Richie’s apartment, silently, just enjoying each other’s company.

“I told you,” Y/N sighed. “You were being loud. You were stomping around here, and I was getting sick of it, because a girl needs her sleep, and I’ve been listening to you and ignoring it the entire week I’ve been here, and I decided that I was going to come up here and complain even if I seemed like a bitch,”

Richie let out a slightly drunken chuckle. “You kinda sound like a bitch right now,”

“Shut up!”

The two were silent for a few more minutes, listening to the sound of one of Richie’s neighbors arguing out on their balcony, the sound drifting in through the screen door that had been closed when Richie decided he needed fresh air, leaving the glass door open.

Richie let out a dramatic sigh. “So where are you from,”

“Y/H/T, Y/H/S,” Y/N said quietly, continuing to stare up at the popcorn ceiling. “You?”

“Derry, Maine,”

“Huh.” Y/N muttered. “Never heard of it.”

Richie snorted. “Of course you haven’t. The only time Derry’s ever been on the news for anything important is because someone in our town likes to take kids,”

“What?” Y/N exclaimed. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Richie nodded, with a grave and far-off look on his face. “One of my best friends lost his little brother to the sick bastard. Spent a whole year looking for him,”

“That’s… horrifying,”

“Yeah it is.”

The two stayed silent for another few minutes, the heaviness of the words hanging in the air as memories that had slipped Richie’s mind for the past year came back to him quickly, before fading slowly just as they had as he’d driven away from Derry the first time, wondering if he would call Eddie first just to tell him that he’d forgotten to call, or if he was going to wait a few days to amp up the tension before finally calling him, only for Eddie to berate him for waiting so long.

He wondered if anyone would miss him there.

“Sorry for waking you up with my big feet,” Richie apologized. “I get anxious at night. Don’t like the dark.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said quietly. “If you ever get really scared you can come down to my apartment and I’ll leave the light on in the living room for you,”

Richie sat up and smiled at his neighbor. “Thanks, Y/N,” the moment seemed sincere for just a few moments, but as Y/N was quickly discovering, Richie can never have a serious and sincere moment for too long, because the next thing she knew, a dangerous smirk was taking over Richie’s face before he said, “Maybe I’ll come down just to see that pretty face of yours,”

The sentence was followed by an overly-exaggerated wink.

“You’re a dumbass,”

“Yeah, I know.”

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

family baking time

summary: can you do a reddie x daughter where she has a dream about eddie dying and then they comfort her? like basically how we would want them to comfort us about how our souls were crushed from watching CH2 lmao

The sheets stick to Luna’s body as she desperately tries to escape them, kicking her legs out, the same way a toddler experiencing a tantrum does, dislodging the sheets in the process. The remnants of the nightmare cling to the back of her mind, like clouds obstructing the view of her normal brain, clouding her judgment.

She escapes the muffed room and trades it for the living room, can’t stand to be alone any longer without any conformation that her dad is in fact not dead, but alive and kicking. The hallway is brightened by the distorted images on the television, the volume so low it’s nothing more but a murmuring setting taken advantages off by Richie to focus on his writing process.

Luna can hear the ticking sound his keyboard makes, furious and fast paced, the way he goes when a new idea pops in his head and he has to write it down in that very moment. Under normal circumstances, Luna would find something else to do or wait to interrupt him, finding it difficult and off putting for disrupting his lively hood. Not that Richie minds her intercepting his new materiel, in fact, some material only came to be after Luna gave her input, but she does mind. But the nightmare douses her in an unhealthy amount of adrenaline, and she has to get shake it off, to prove to herself and her traitorous mind, that her dad and pops are fine, and she’s just making things up.

‘Pops’, she whimpers, blocking his sight of the tv, not that he was looking in the first place. Richie peeks up at her, and freezes mid-tap, shoving the laptop off his lap and floundering over to his daughter. He fosters her with his arms, rocking them back and forth. Luna bawls harder, digging the heels of her palms in her eye sockets to will herself to stop.

‘Kiddo, what’s going on?’ Richie asks her panickily, mentally checking over any possible sort of information. She didn’t go to bed upset, and as far as he knew, he’s pretty confident his daughter tells him everything, she didn’t argue or fight with her friend either.

‘Talk to me Lu.’

Luna weeps in hurdle of sobs, shaking her head when it’s obvious she can’t explain with the way she’s acting at the moment. Richie, frightened of the whole ordeal, understands that he cannot do any of this by himself.

‘Eds’, Richie yells at Eddie, sleeping soundly and heedless to the drama unfolding, the name sounds shaky and breathy at first, not nearly loud enough to stir Eddie from his rem stages of sleep, and then Richie bites back his bile and calls out louder. ‘Eddie.’

‘Richie’, Eddie answers, instantly alert even with the bouts of sleep, something he does because he’s not fully sated with the idea that Pennywise will never come back. He scrams in the living room, weaponizing a vase, but leaves it behind when he sees the reason Richie howled at him was because of their daughter.

‘Luna what’s going sweetheart?’

Eddie’s fight or flight is instantly shifted in gear, hands fluttering all over Luna’s body to detect any visible injuries. When he can’t find any, he grabs her a tissue and hands it over to her, so Luna can dab her tears away.

‘Settle down, it’s okay.’ Eddie calms, shooing both Richie and Luna over to sit on the overweening soft carpet. The carpet was Richie’s pick, who specifically searched for something so Luna as a child could amuse herself without having to do it on the unrelenting hard floor. Now a days, it’s mostly used during her sleepovers, or while watching a movie.

 There’s goosebumps all over Luna’s body, and they have nothing to do with the chill that comes sweeping in alongside a cool spring night.

‘Did you have a nightmare, Luns?’ Richie inquires gently, all too familiar with those himself. He recognizes the signs of one in Luna, but unfortunately clueless on how to fix it. Richie’s coping mechanisms are not ones he wants to pass on his daughter.

‘Yeah’, she sobs out, sagging backwards on the carpet so she’s laying flat down, staring up at the ceiling. After a beat of hesitations her dads mirror her position.

‘Oh fuck’, Richie complains mere seconds after upholding the stance, rolling his shoulders to work out the cricks developing in his upper back. ‘I’m too old for this shit.’

‘Since when are you suddenly too old? Yesterday you swore to us you could run a marathon in your sleep.’

Luna giggles, her dad and pops bickering like everything is normal and no one is hurt eases her mind off the edge of a breakdown.

‘I’m glad to understand that my suffering is funny to you young lady’, Richie utters, smiling himself.

‘It’s not’, Luna confesses, because even though Richie was joking, the mere visions of her dad being impaled is vividly being replayed and repeated in front of her very eyes. She blinks against the onslaught of tears and picks at the soft cotton under her to refrain from whipping her eyes again. They’re already burning, and the more she rubs, the more she’ll have trouble with it later.

‘Luna’, Eddie says miserably, taking her hand and holding it between his own, ‘We’re here.’

‘I had a nightmare. And you died dad’, Luna cries, flipping over so she cry in her dad’s t-shirt. ‘I’m sorry. Pops and me came home and the house was so empty because you were never coming back. I looked for you everywhere and expected you to be behind me at every turn but you never were.’

‘Listen to me’, Eddie explains firmly, sitting up and planting his hand on his hips to make himself as fierce as he could, ‘I am never, ever leaving you or your pops alone. Ever’, he says the last word slowly, drawing it out to allow it to sink in Luna’s head. ‘I will always come back to the two of you. Always.’

‘You big ol’ sap,’ Richie waves off, but his voice is slightly trembling despite his best efforts.

The family of three compile in a bear hug, staying there until Richie’s muscles begin protesting and he has no choice but to move positions, leaving the dog pile with a kiss to Eddie’s lips and one on Luna’s temple.

‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ Her pops asks, shimmying his shoulders, coking his head towards the kitchen.

‘Pops I’m never thinking what you’re thinking. Your mind is a weird place.’

‘Well first off all fuck you, second of all you’re right, and third I’m talking about  midnight baking,’ he swings his arms in the air and bows through his knees, like a child on Christmas.

‘I think it’s a good idea,’ Eddie agrees, struggling to get himself off the carpet and on both feet again.

‘The two of you are really getting old,’ Luna mocks, ‘But yes, midnight baking sounds amazing.’

The apple strudels are slightly burned, and Eddie mutters under his breath that he’s going to have to extend his visit to the gym the whole time, but Luna loves the family space, and is immensely grateful that her dad is still breathing to spend it with them.

[theletterhart]

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