#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."

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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.”

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hihi- looking for some roleplays since my dms are completely dead. so i’ll be putting a few fandoms down below instead of making different posts. anyway, here we go!

creepypasta:

timothy wright x tobias rogers - preferred to be toby rogers

IT:

richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak - prefer to play eddie kaspbrak

fandomless:

incest - father x daughter ( preferably to play as the daughter )

stripper x hitman ( preferably the stripper )

if your interested then like my post. also! do not like my post and when i reach out block me?? like why are you even liking it just to block someone when you could’ve ignored it. anyway, please do not ghost me either! 🦎

if your busy then let me know! so if your interested like this post.

real quick! i write in 3rd person and i am literate to advanced! ty!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#creepypasta roleplay #creepypasta rp #it roleplay #it rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #oc roleplay #oc rp #nuclear

[anxiouslymalicious]

hi my love! i hope you’re doing well! im new to your blog and was just wondering if there would be any new updates to the richie tozier x daughter ff? love u, have an amazing day wherever you are!! 🤍🌸

Hi love!

There has been a ton of recent interactions with the LCPO which has been super encouraging. I definitely wanna finish it at some point but it’s been rough trying to find the inspiration to do just that. But thanks so much for your ask. People like you really make a difference ❤️

#asks #anon #Selina replies

[ddproductionsw77]

Shouldn’t Come Back

Fandom: IT (Muschietti Films)

Pairing(s): Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Maggie Tozier, (OCs) Cassie Tozier, Alex Tozier and Aaron Tozier

Rating: T (But trigger warning that past child abuse it discussed and language is used)

Description: Maggie Tozier calls her son after six years without a word. Richie finally gets some things off his chest that have been pent up for years. (Adult Fic)

Author’s Note: So, for a reference point, Cassie is four and the twins are five months old at the end of The Work Days Are Long Without You and it’s only two months after that one-shot, so Cassie is just barely five and the twins are seven months old. Title was inspired by Demi Lovato’s song by the same name.

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It was a completely normal Saturday when the call came in on the landline. 

Cassie was still up but he and Eddie had laid both Aaron and Alex down about a half an hour ago. They were officially in the midst of sleep training the boys, which had been one of Richie’s least favorite periods of time when Cas was a baby and was turning out to be just as awful with the boys. Well… It was awful with Aaron, who’d always been much more clingy than his twin. Richie was pretty sure Alex could care less about the transition, but Aaron usually whined and whimpered for about a half hour every night. 

The rule of thumb was, unless it got ridiculous, Cassie was allowed to stay up with him and Eddie until the boys were quiet.

That night Eddie was in his usual chair, looking over charts for the patients he would be working with the following day. Richie was laying across the floor on his side, probably fucking his back up, and playing building blocks with his daughter. The boys’ nursery had been quiet for the last few minutes but sometimes that still meant nothing. 

“Papa, no!” Cassie giggled, reaching out to cover Richie’s large hand with her small, soft one. “That’s not sa-posted to be red!”

“Supposed, Cassie,” Eddie corrected, half-heartedly with the corners of his lips twitching into a soft smile. 

Richie and Cassie both ignored the correction, the former looking gravely at the latter before speaking up in what he knew to be her favorite of his funny voices, “I apologize, Princess Cassidy, I do, I do!”

“Papa! Stop bein’ funny!” Cassidy broke into an angelic chorus of laughter, making Richie smile so wide it nearly hurt. “It’s gotta be purple there!”

Richie nodded, sitting up in order to find some purple blocks. Behind him, he heard the phone in the kitchen ringing and glanced back to see Eddie give him look that clearly said, Can you please get that before Aaron starts up again? Richie nodded and quickly jumped to his feet. As he did, Cassie also stood and threw her arms up, “I wanna go! I wanna go!”

Richie chuckled and easily lifted his daughter up and onto his hip, making his way to the kitchen. For the sole purpose of getting another giggle from his kid, he did a tight spin to the phone, making Cassie’s dark curls whirl around. She did giggle. 

Greatest goddamn sound in the world, he thought to himself as he picked up the headset from the receiver on the counter. Well, one of them at least. 

“Tozier residence, talk before I hang up,” He answered, half jokingly and half honestly. He didn’t much like long discussions on the phone unless it was with one of the Losers, maybe. 

There was a pause on the other end and then a tentative, “Richard?”

Richie felt like a rug had been pulled out from under his feet, his stomach dropping like he’d just overestimated how many stairs he had to climb and now his foot was falling through air. Numbly, he set his daughter down, being gentle but ignoring her prodding questions all the same. He barely heard her, honestly, as if she were suddenly very far away instead right at his feet, pulling at his jeans. 

Taking the phone and turning away from his child, he lowered his voice, “How did you get this number?”

A sigh, “Where do you think? The phone book, obviously. Richie—“

“I don’t have any money for you,” Richie cut the woman off before she could even start, “I’m not giving you a fucking dime.”

Somewhere far away, he heard Cassie gasp and take off for the living room, calling, “Swear! Daddy! Papa sweared!” 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Richie waited for the response from the other end of the line.

“I’m— That’s not— I don’t need money, Richie,” 

“Well, with you it’s always either money, booze, or pills, none of which you’re getting from me, Mother Dearest, so kindly fuck off and—“

“Richard, please! Please, don’t hang up!”

Something in his chest—he refused to admit it was his heart—forced him to keep the phone to his ear and not slam the phone down. Dammit… all the shit she’d done and he couldn’t even bring himself to fucking hang up on the bitch?

“Are you still there?” She asked, soundly anxious.

“Do you hear the dial tone, Maggie?” He retorted sharply.

“Oh, well, right,” She sighed and for some reason Richie pictured her at a payphone in his mind, standing and fiddling with her fingers, nervous and maybe even a little… scared? At least that was how she sounded. Odd, she was normally too high or drunk to be scared of anything, if his memory was serving him correctly. “It’s been a long time…”

“Six years, Mom. It’s been six years since you last called asking for a handout.”

“Right,” Maggie Tozier mumbled, “Right, well, I— I was just calling because… See, I’m, well, I’m clean, Richie.”

Richie rolled his eyes and stifled a snort, “How clean, huh?”

“A year, last week.”

The smirk feel from her son’s face at those words and he stood up taller, “Seriously?”

A small chuckle came through the phone, a sound Richie hadn’t heard since his childhood. He felt his mouth go dry and his eyes burn and angrily blinked as his mother spoke up, “Yeah, sweetie, seriously.”

“Don’t.” He snapped, his anger now a literal flame burning within his chest, “Don’t call me that. Actually, don’t call me anything, Maggie. What do you expect? You’re clean so now I’m supposed to just forget everything else? Well, that’s not how it works. You are still the woman you beat the shit out of me and threw beer bottles at me and hundred other awful things! Fuck that!”

“Richard! I— I just want to talk! I swear! I just… I miss you, okay? And I’m so—“ She broke off and Richie could hear a very real sounding sob echo through the line. When she continued, her voice was watery and tired, “I’m so sorry. I’m so damn sorry for everything and I just…”

She trailed off again, her sobs coming more quietly now, like she was working hard to compose herself. Richie didn’t answer, didn’t say anything. His mother hadn’t apologized to him since… Well, he couldn’t remember but it had to have been at least over seventeen years ago. 

He felt a long dormant but familiar tug in his chest, the one that whispered to forgive her. To hush her crying and make her smile instead. Richie hadn’t felt that tug since the beginning, since way back when his mother had first started drinking and popping Valiums. When she was still not too far gone to be reached, when she would still have sober days were she was really his mom again.

“Can I just give you my number, swe—Richie?” She asked after several minutes, her voice now gravely and rough from her sobs, “I know I don’t deserve it but please just let me give you my number and, if you want, maybe you can call me? We could… meet? Talk?”

Say no, you don’t owe this bitch anything.

But she’s sober and she’s trying; she’s never done that before!

What if it’s just a long con? Think about Cassie, Aaron and Alex, it’s not just about you anymore!

Yes! Think of the kids! Don’t they deserve at least one good grandparent?

After a long, long silence, Richie spoke low into the phone, “Fine.”

He plucked a pen from the pocket of his jeans and used an old piece of mail to take down the number, sure he would never use it but that at least the gesture would get Maggie to leave him and his family be.

Once she finished reciting numbers, Richie didn’t bother reading them back. If the number was wrong, it was wrong. Instead, he sighed and said, “Got it.”

Then he hung up. No goodbye, nothing. She didn’t deserve it.

He felt his hands shaking as he recapped and pocketed the pen, focusing on a few deep breathes. Richie wasn’t sure if he was furious or scared or hopefully or all of the above. He didn’t know if he would call the number on the piece of mail, didn’t even know if he would tell Eddie about the call— No, he would tell his husband; that was part of the deal of marriage, after all.

“Richie?” As if he could read Richie’s mind, Eddie’s voice spoke up gently, tentatively from behind him. 

Slowly, Richie turned around to find Eddie leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. Even after a full 12 hour shift at work and hours of wrestling with children, Eddie still looked good. 

Then again, Richie could hardly recall a time when he didn’t think Eddie looked good. That pale skin that Richie knew from intimate experience was insanely soft, those cute slender hips, those plush lips now pulled into a slight frown, eyebrows drawn together in a way that would have been even cuter if they didn’t make him look so concerned. Perfect, every inch of him…

He just wished he wasn’t frowning. Richie hated making Eddie worry but throughout their relationship, he seemed to be incapable of avoiding that misfortune.

“Where’s Cassie?”

Eddie answered, despite knowing that Richie was trying to change the subject, “I put her to bed but she’s waiting for her bedtime lullaby still.”

Bedtime lullaby, right. Richie needed to focus on the really important things, like his daughter and the fact she couldn’t get to sleep without being sung to. Well, she could but she usually threw a fit about it. He needed to focus on his family, his real family, not the so-called thing he’d had with Maggie and Wentworth Tozier.

Eddie’s eyebrows drew closer together, “Richie—“

“I’m going to go put Cas to bed and I’ll be right back,” Richie cut him off, carefully slipping passed Eddie to get back to the living room where his acoustic guitar sat in its hardshell case by the front door. Taking out the guitar, he made his way upstairs and all the way down the hall, being especially quiet as he walked by the closed nursery door. 

He paused in front of his daughter’s bedroom door, which was cracked open about three inches but closed enough that he could still take in the sky blue paint across it and the name written in Bill’s perfect calligraphy across the wood in a contrasting deep purple, ‘Cassidy’.

He was suddenly hit by the memory of another wooden door, a different door, his bedroom door. Instead of a name on the wood, the words FUCK OFF had been meticulous craved in deep. He remembered the smell of the blood that had poured from his nose after his father had seen his little woodworking project, feel the ache in his ribs and could remember his mother’s malicious sneer as he lay before her and his father, hurt and scared and only eleven-years-old—

Richie shook his head, forcing those memories away. They did him no good. They just made him angry and bitter and that was not what he needed to be to sing his child to sleep. Taking another deep breath, Richie softly swung the door open and slipped inside.

Cassie was in her ‘big girl’ bed, her Blue’s Clues footsie pajamas zipped up to her chin. Eddie had obviously quickly done her hair when he put her down because the long curls were now in two perfect pigtail ringlets a top her little head. 

She grinned at the sight of him and for the first time since he’d answered the damn phone, Richie felt the weight on his chest lessen. 

“Papa! Play my song?” She whispered, having been taught months ago to be mindful of her volume when her brothers were sleeping.

“Yeah, Papa’s gonna play your song, silly,” Richie answered, settling himself down on the edge of her bed as Cassidy laid back, waiting excitedly for him the start.

Richie set his guitar on his leg and began quietly, tenderly strumming out the beginning cords of Guns ’N’ Roses’ “Sweet Child O’ Mine”, or as his daughter called it, her song.

As Cassie’s smile widened at him, Richie carefully started singing lowly.

“She’s got a smile that it seems to me,

Reminds me of childhood memories…”

By the time he strummed the final chord, Cassie’s little eyelids were drooping closed as she fought to keep them open. Chuckling, Richie set aside the guitar and leaned forward, brushing a flyaway strand of hair from her face, “Get some sleep, Sweet Love of Mine.”

Smiling sleepily, Cassie finally let her tired eyes close, snuggling into the crocheted little elephant that Beverly had made her when she was still a baby. She sighed before whispering, quietly, “I love you, Papa.”

“Sleep sweetly, My Little Love.”

“I love you, Momma! Lots!”

A laugh, sweet and melodic, “I love you, too, my little boy.”

Richie blinked away the memories threatening to sweep over him and cleared his closing throat, leaning forward to press a kiss against Cassie’s forehead, “I love you, too, Cassie Anne.”

Getting up carefully, Richie grabbed his guitar and made his way from the room, leaving the door cracked after he turned out the light, double checking that Cassie’s butterfly nightlight remained on. Numbly, he made his way back downstairs, feeling Eddie’s eyes on him from the moment he came back into the living room to put his guitar away. 

He fiddled mindlessly with the locking mechanism on the guitar case for a moment. Knowing Eddie’s attention was still on him, he spoke in an attempt to sound aloof, “It was Maggie."

He heard a quiet but sharp inhale of breath and squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, like he was physically cringing from just speaking her name aloud. Forcing himself to stand up straight, he turned to his husband, carefully schooling his expression into one of ease and carelessness and shrugging, “I guess she’s clean or some bullshit.”

“Richie…” Eddie said worriedly, making Richie’s gut twist painfully as he remembered the seemingly millions of times Eddie had used that tone throughout the teen years whenever he spied a split lip or a bruised ribcage or the scratch mark off a nail.

“It’s whatever, Eds,” Richie shrugged again, “She made me take her number but I ain’t gonna call. Fuck her.”

Eddie bit his lip from where he sat on the edge of the couch, “It’s not ‘whatever’, Richie. It’s fucked up and it’s bullshit.”

Richie felt his resolve wavering and nodded, “Well, yeah, I guess… I mean, what right does she think she has, calling here? I have a life, a family and she sure as fuck isn’t a part of it and that’s on her, not me, y’know?”

There was a pause before Eddie stood up and moved toward him, reaching up to cup Richie’s face in his hands, “It is on her, Richie. She was the adult. You don’t have to ever talk to her again…”

“But?” Richie’s facade seemed to dissolve under Eddie’s touch, always such a reassuring thing. 

Once upon a time, Richie had association love only with touches of pain and misery but that had changed over the years, in great part because of Eddie. Eddie, who had caressed his bleeding hands after he punched walls or fell on broken glass. Eddie, who had tenderly run his thumb across Richie’s split lips and black eyes. Eddie, who really did love him, not the fake mockery of the feeling he’d known before.

Eddie sighed, brushing those same thumbs over Richie’s cheekbones as he frowned, “But… Maybe telling her that, confronting her? Maybe it could, I don’t know, help?”

“Maybe…” Richie cringed at how his own voice quivered and if it were anyone but Eddie, he would have forced his walls back up but it wasn’t anyone else. It was his husband before him, touching him, loving him.

Eddie slipped his hands back to behind Richie’s neck and pulled him down into a searing kiss. The kiss felt like a lifeline, like a raft being thrown out to someone who’d been treading water for far too long and was starting to sink, quickly. Richie gripped Eddie, kissing him back like he was trying to convey how grateful he was for him, how much he loved the life they shared. How relieved he was at every reassurance that, yes, Eddie still loved him, still wanted to be with him, even after all this time.

Maybe talking to Maggie would help… Maybe.

Didn’t mean the idea didn’t fucking terrify Richie.

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Richie sat in the small diner booth two weeks later, leg bouncing restlessly as it always did when he had too much nervous energy.

Why the fuck had he agreed to this? Actually, not just agreed to it, but proposed it, however reluctantly. 

He felt like he might be sick and glanced at the door once more, imagining fleeing through it before he had to face the music. He didn’t really need to confront his past, he could just move on, bury it like he had for years, leaving it all behind where it fucking belonged.

Glowering, he moved his gaze to the table in front of him, an untouched black coffee cooling beside where his forearm was settled. He didn’t usually drink it black— that was Eddie’s thing— but his hands had been shaking too badly to get the stupid fucking little creamer cups open. 

“Richard?”

Almost as if he were having an allergic reaction to the voice, Richie felt his limbs freeze and lock up. Only his neck seemed to have anymore range of motion as it turned without his permission to regard the woman standing before him. 

She was standing in a pair of high waisted jeans with an oversized blue t-shirt tucked into them. A band t-shirt, Queen of all things, and that little detail made Richie’s stomach twist again. 

Music, when he’d been little, had been one of the few things he and his mother had connected over. Maybe she had always wished for a daughter, but at least her son had good taste in music… She’d been the one to originally make him fall in love with the art. 

Her hair was still straight and blonde as it had always been but she’d cut it to her shoulders, instead of growing it out as she had done before, and sprinkles of grey could be seen throughout. She wore none of the make-up that she used to and wrinkles that had once only been hinted at by her skin had now been solidified by time and wear. She regarded him in kind with those pale blue eyes that had once upon a time made him question if he was switched at birth in the hospital.

But no, unfortunately, he just took more after his father in his physical appearance. 

Without a word, Maggie Tozier slipped into the booth across from her son, still looking him over. After a moment, her eyes took on the telltale sparkle of someone holding back tears, “You’re so handsome.”

Snapped back to reality by her words, a scowl settled onto Richie’s face as he turned to look at the window, shaking his head, “Don’t do that, Maggie. Don’t act like you’re just oh so fucking proud of who I’ve become.”

He saw her cringe from the corner of his eye but didn’t care. She sighed, “Richie, I am proud of who you’ve become.”

“No thanks to you.” Richie snapped, looking back at her.

Maggie deflated and nodded, “No thanks to me.”

Richie sighed and looked around, “How’s Dad?”

Maggie blinked, opening and closing her mouth before finally saying, “I… I don’t know. I—I left him about three years ago, I haven’t seen him since. I think he moved to Florida last I heard.”

Richie snorted, shaking his head at that, “You stuck by the guy for over a decade while he fucked every dental assistant he could get his hands on and turned your kid into a human punching bag, what was the straw that broke the camel’s back?”

His mother cringed as if she’d been physically slapped and some part of him, the little ten-year-old within maybe, wanted immediately to apologize, to take it back. He didn’t.

“I was just trying to get clean and he… I couldn’t be with him and be sober,” She answered after a long moment.

“No shit,” Richie muttered darkly.

Maggie took a deep breath, running a hand over her face before she spoke again, “Richard, I have no excuses. I have nothing to offer you that will make you feel better. I can’t— I can’t undo what drugs and alcohol did to me, to our family. I’m— I’m only human, sweetie.”

Richie glared at her, “Only human?”

“Yes, Richie, only human.”

He nodded, digesting that before raising his chin and pointing to a small thin white line along his jaw, “See that? That’s from one of the times you grabbed me and dug your nails in.” He showed the palm of the hand he’d used to point of the last scar and revealed a deeper scar, “That’s from a shard of a Budweiser bottle, I can’t remember the specifics anymore but I do remember you throwing it at me.” He pulled up the sleeve of his jacket on his other arm and rotated his wrist until a loud click sounded, “It’s clicked like that since Dad twisted it behind my back one of the times he shoved me against the wall, all while you watched.”

He dropped the sleeve and looked into the expression of complete shame on his mother’s face before he spoken again, “I don’t think you’re only human, Maggie. I think you’re a monster. Only a monster would do that to their own kid.”

“Richie—“ She broke in, tearfully.

“No, Mom, you got to let your opinion of me be known for years, it’s my fucking turn,” Richie snapped and Maggie closed her mouth, silently letting him continue, “I used to think it was me, you know? That something was wrong with me because kids at school didn’t get beat, they didn’t have to learn how to wrap broken ribs when they were twelve or how to make breakfast as quietly as possible so that they wouldn’t wake anyone and risk getting hit some more. No, that was just me. So, I figured I was the problem, your problem. I was the reason you drank, the reason you popped the pills, the reason your life was so fucking awful.”

Maggie was crying in earnest now but it didn’t stop Richie from going on. He needed to get it out, it felt like purging an infection that had been settling in his bones for more than half his life. 

“You know when I realized for the first time that it really hadn’t been my fault?” He asked, eyebrows raised. Maggie sniffled and shrugged. Richie answered himself without missing a beat, “When my daughter was born. The first time I ever held her to be exact. I remember thinking she was just so fucking perfect and that she could literally murder a village of people and I would still love her. That was when I knew that you had always been the problem, Maggie. Your love is and always has been conditional. I had to make myself worthy to earn it… Here’s the thing my kids made me realize, though: The love of a parent should never have to be earned.”

Maggie swallowed hard, looking down at the table as Richie continued one last time, “So, you’re right. There are no excuses, you have nothing to offer me anymore. I have a family now, one you don’t get to be a part of because of your own actions, and I’m—“ Richie felt his eyes start to burn and he cleared his throat to finish, “I’m honestly happy for you, Mom, that you’re clean and sober and working on yourself. But really? In a way, that just hurts more because it means you could have done it before now, could have done it a long time ago but I wasn’t enough to do it for. So… I hope you can keep it going, I want that for you but… I can’t be a part of it. Eddie, Cassie, Alex, Aaron, they aren’t going to be a part of it.”

Taking out his wallet, he threw some bills on the counter for the coffee and a tip and slowly stood from the booth as his mother continued to sob on the other side of the table. He paused and bit his lip, “This is the last time we’ll talk, okay? I have to do what’s right for my daughter, for my sons and you aren’t that. Good luck, Maggie.”

With that Richie walked to the exit and slipped out into the sunlight of the morning, feeling lighter than he could ever remember being. It was easier to breathe, like his lung capacity had suddenly doubled, the junk and baggage he’d been burying there since he was 10-years-old finally dug up. 

Walking to his car, he smiled to himself as he glanced at his watch and saw that it was just about time to pick Cassie up from pre-k. He would call Eddie and tell him that he could do it and then he would go home and spend the rest of the day with his husband, his little girl and his boys. 

It sounded perfect.

#the losers of ‘89 were here #the losers club #losers club #it (2017) #it: chapter two #reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #fanfic

[ghostlynimbus]

Okay so I am sick and feeling a little miserable atm so i decided to try coming up with an ask game.

I'll list my playlists along with the number of songs in them, and if anyone wants to they can send me a playlist and a number and I'll shuffle that playlist and tell you what song ended up in that slot? and/or y'all could ask questions about a song/playlist.

I have a lot of playlists (and all of them are WIPs) so... this is going to be a bit of a long post. xD

Playlist - # of songs

(Apocalypse AU) Reddie - 2

(BAU) - 49

(BAU) Country B - 2

(BAU) Draco - 5

(BAU) Drarry - 3

(BAU) Fleur - 1

(BAU) Ginny - 1

(BAU) Harry - 5

(BAU) Key Themes - 1

(BAU) Lucius x Narcissa - 1

(BAU) Riddle - 3

(BAU) Wedding at Malfoy Manor - 1

(BNHA) Kiribaku - 1

(Complex) - 16

(Complex) Antony - 1

(Complex) MC - 2

(Complex) Rudy - 6

(Complex) Rudy x MC - 2

(DCU) Dick Greyson - 6

(DND) - 71

(DND) Apathy Oathbreaker - 4

(DND) Archer - 1

(DND) Nemain - 2

(DND) Phoenix - 7

(DND) Raav - 1

(DND) Warpath - 2

(Glee) David Karofsky - 1

(Glee) Kurt Hummel - 1

(Glee) Kurtofsky - 13

(Glee) Santana Lopez - 1

(HP) Drarry - 1

(INTSIAF) - 1

(It) Losers Club - 3

(It) Reddie - 46

(It) Richie Tozier - 17

(MP100) Mob - 2

(MT) Monster Town - 63

(MT) Alabama - 2

(MT) Dr. Frankenstein - 1

(MT) Harbinger - 1

(MT) Harbinger's Daughter - 1

(MT) HDxCD - 5

(MT) Keith - 4

(MT) Kroila - 2

(MT) Lance - 2

(MT) Old Man Ocean - 3

(MT) Phoenix - 8

(MT) Preacher - 3

(MT) Sheith - 2

(MT) Shiro - 4

(MT) Siren - 1

(MT) West - 3

(MWU) - 2

(OC) Annie - 1

(OC) Nicky - 40

(Roam) - 60

(Roam) Gil - 5

(Roam) Tyson - 25

(S) Supernatural - 1

(S) Dean - 22

(ST) Billy & Max - 8

(ST) Billy Hargrove - 77

(ST) Chrissy Cunningham - 10

(ST) Eddie Munson - 19

(ST) Harringrove - 112

(ST) Hidden Hawkins - 1

(ST) Hopper - 1

(ST) Max Mayfield - 6

(ST) Munningham - 32

(ST) Robin Buckley - 3

(ST) Steve & Dustin - 1

(ST) Steve & Robin - 2

(ST) Steve Harrington - 39

(ST) Superhero AU - 1

(VLD) Lance - 4

Cafe - 10

Hot Pavement - 5

LITW - 17

Love Songs - 46

Melancholy - 12

Midnight - 40

Midnight Kitchen - 4

Motivation - 4

Rainy Coffee Shop - 8

Road Trip - 48

Spouse - 20

Sunday Morning - 12

Sunflower - 6

Sunrise - 4

T Shirt Shop - 15

Witchy - 7

ZR - 49

#long post #ask game #music #harringrove #eddissy #munningham #drarry #reddie #other things that arent tagged bc its a long list

[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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[abandonedlefteye]

Just The Way You Are: Reddie x Daughter

Summary: Richie and Eddie’s daughter is struggling with eating disorders and insecurities and it isn’t until the losers have a night out for diner that they find out and comfort her.

A/n: I understand that not everyone is able to overcome their ED’s right away but everyone overcomes eating disorders differently and this is just based off of my experience.

Warnings: *EATING DISORDERS*/Swearing I think

Nina Kasprak-Tozier was truly a beautiful girl, but for some reason she couldn’t see it. Every time she looked in the mirror she couldn’t help but wish so bad that she was as skinny as the girls in her school. What she didn’t realize was that her curves were something the girls in her school actually envied, and because of that ignorance she decided to skip meals.

It started off small. Deciding to give her friends her lunches that her father Eddie would wake up every morning to make, and then she would come home, eat diner, and then nothing else all day long. But eventually Nina realized she was getting addicted to seeing how less she could eat, until she wasn’t eating at all.

“Nina honey, get ready all the losers are going out for dinner in an hour” Richie called out to his teen daughter as he entered her room. She looked up from her homework, “I have a lot of work to do dad...plus i’m not even hungry” This caused Richie’s warm small to fade a bit. He noticed his daughter had seemed to bring up excuses on why she couldn’t eat almost everyday for the past week, but didn’t know how to address it.

“You sure kiddo? you didn’t eat breakfast either, plus it’s Friday I’m sure you could spare an hour or two for your favourite aunt and uncles” Richie smiled while tucking her hair behind her ear. This made Nina sad, every weekend the losers club made sure they hung out, weather it was at someone’s house or out in town, whatever it was Nina had the most fun whenever with them, so the thought that her eating disorder was getting in the way of that made her feel awful. “Oh alright...If it’s only for an hour or two” Nina gave in causing Richie to feel accomplished as he left her room adding in a “that’s my girl”.

When all the losers got to the restaurant Nina couldn’t help but feel her insecurities rise. There was another girl from her school in a booth near theirs. She was thinner and had flawless skin. Nina felt like she couldn’t even compare to the girls beauty. “Alright Nina, are you gonna get a burger? or maybe you could try something new” Eddie started asking her as he was looking through the menu. “Uhm actually I think I’m just going to get a side salad” Nina responded.

“On the side of what?” Bill asked her. She didn’t know how to explain to them that she felt like she didn’t deserve to eat a proper meal. “Well actually I’m not feeling well so I’ll just get it on the side of someone else’s meal if that’s alright” She asked shyly. Ben offered for her to take a salad from his side order, but everyone could tell something was off. The losers knew each other like the back of their hands after all. However they let the teen be and ate their meals while managing to be the loudest booth in the restaurant. This was as preusual though as every weekend was promised a Reddie bickering ft. Stan being annoyed by the two resulting in a trio bickering, and Ben, Mike and Bill making fun of the them while Bev and Nina try to have their girl talk as the guys were being...themselves. All the commotion lead to Nina’s classmate noticing her from the booth nearby. She waved at her as her parents were paying at the front so Nina decided to excuse herself from the table and go talk to her.

“Hey Emma!” Nina smiled as she walked up to the blond girl. “Nina, what’s up? Here with your parents squad I see” she laughed as she pointed to the losers club that were now in the middle of playing what seemed to be the alphabet game. “Haha yeah, I’d say unfortunately but it was worth it for the salad” Nina told Emma. “Oh you’re finally on a diet? Thank God you realized-crap my parents are calling me, I’ll see you in school” Emma rushed out as she left the restaurant leaving Nina speechless. So even her friends thought she was fat? She never realized it was so obvious that she needed to loose weight. She started to slowly walk back to the table until she felt her eyes water.

“Nina what’s an animal that starts with-hey are you okay?” Bill asked as he noticed the state the girl was in. The rest of the adults conversation died down and they all turned to her. “I should’ve never ate” She whisperered shaking her head before she burst into tears and stormed into the girls bathroom.

“What the hell was that about, what does she mean she should’ve never ate?” Stan asked Richie and Eddie as they all panicked.

“I don’t know she’s never said anything about this before, I mean she hasn’t been eating much lately but I never knew she was doing it on purpose” Richie started. “She keeps saying she’s not hungry but somethings obviously wrong, what do we do” Eddie then added as they all started to get up and walk towards the bathroom. They all loved her to pieces, so knowing she was going through such a hard time was tearing them apart.

Bev knocked on the door, “Nina honey, it’s us...come out and we can talk about what’s wrong” “we care about you okay?” she pleaded as mike added as on well.

“You guys wouldn’t get it...you don’t know what it’s like to hate your body and feel fat every time you look in the mirror!” Nina cried out from behind the door. This hit Ben hard. Nina didn’t know that Ben used to be a lot chubbier when he was a kid, she always just assumed everyone in the losers club had always been attractive.

“Nina trust me I was nicknamed Haystack in middle school, I would know, but you’re stunning compared to what I was back then” Ben told her as he walked up to the closed door. They all heard shuffling as Nina slowly opened the door. “did dad come up with that name?” she sniffled “yes” ben chuckled. “Beep beep dad” Nina hiccuped. The rest of the losers tried not to laugh as they went to give her a group hug.

“You’re so beautiful and healthy and your body is perfect just the way it is, and even if it wasn’t, it’s what’s on the inside that matters so much more” Beverly told her. “exactly and on the inside you’re just as amazing, I mean you’re the funniest one in the losers club even thought we have a comedian in it” Bill said as Richie jabbed his elbow into his side chuckling.

“And if you want to loose weight you know we’ll always support you, but you need to understand that it’s so dangerous for you to be skipping meals, I don’t want to see you do that ever again” Eddie told her sternly but only because he was so disappointed that he never noticed before. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that..I just wanted to look pretty for once” Nina said quietly.

“Honey you always look stunning, and if we have to sit here and remind you every weekend then trust me we’ll do it because you’re the best looking loser here” Stan assured her as she started to smile again. “Thanks guys..now are you all done eating because I need something other than that disgusting salad” Nina said as she crinkled her nose causing the losers to laugh. “Oh we’ve only just started” Bill smirked as he went to get the dessert menu.

The rest of the night was spent lightheartedly as the losers club ate whatever they wanted and said whatever they wanted, just as they always did. It was just as fun as every weekend went. As Nina was sharing an ice cream sundae with Bev she felt her phone buzz:

Emma: “Hey sorry I had to rush out earlier!”

Nina: “It’s ok..”

Emma: “Anwyays as I was saying, thank God you’re finally dieting and realized you shouldn’t skip meals, plus Anne was gonna get sick eventually from eating both her lunch AND yours hahaha”

Nina replied to the message as she laughed at herself. How could she be so silly to let her insecurities get so out of hand. She looked up at the losers club as they were are all laughing and talking to each other. If they told her she was beautiful, then she knew she really was beautiful after all.

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[har-rison-s]

like father, like daughter?

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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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.

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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

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[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.

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Losers Club Plus One Part 12

A Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series

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A/N: Hiya! Quarantine hasn’t been treating me well but I hope you guys are doing alright! This is about 3.3k words long. I hope you enjoy!

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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Family (Parent!Reddie x Child!Reader)

(Reader is a little girl, about 7 years old, in an orphanage and the Losers club are helping Eddie and Richie find a kid to adopt.)

(B/N=bully's name)

Y/N was outside reading one of her favorite books when she saw a group of adults enter the main building of the orphanage.

'Seems like one of the kids there are going to be adopted.' She thought.

She has been at the orphanage since she was a baby.

And nobody adopted her.

She was use to it. Although she wished that she could get out of the place.

"Hey! L/N!" A boy's voice called out to the little girl who was sitting under a tree, reading a book.

Looking up, Y/N saw B/N walking towards her.

"What do you want B/N?" Y/N asked, closing her book.

"Just wanted to remind you that you are never going to get adopted, you freak! Who would ever want an ugly girl like you as a daughter." B/N said before grabbing the girl's book from her hands.

"Hey!" Y/N exclaimed as she tried to get her book back.

B/N looked at the book and grinned.

"This must be the present you got from ms. Myers for your birthday." He said before throwing it into the mud.

"No!" Y/N exclaimed as she tried to grab it.

B/N then pushed her into the mud with the book.

"See you later freak." He said before running off.

Y/N grabbed her book and opened it to see mud covering most of the words of the pages.

Tears started to fall as she sat against the tree and buried her head in her arms.

What she didn't know was that the group of adults earlier saw the whole thing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"We have a few kids for you to chose to adopt from. Are you looking for a son or a daughter?" Ms. Myers asked Richie and Eddie.

The two got married a year ago and wanted to raise a child. So they decided to adopt a kid.

"Daughter." The two said at the same time.

When the lady went to get the paperwork, Stan and Beverly noticed something going on outside.

"Hey guys." Beverly said pointing outside.

The others looked outside and their eyes widened.

A boy took a book from a girl who was reading and threw it into the mud.

As the girl went to pick the book up, the boy shoved her into the mud, and walked away laughing.

The girl grabbed her book and went back to the tree and cried from what happened.

When Ms. Myers came back, Richie and Eddie decided on who to adopt.

"We would like to adopt the little girl outside."

Ms. Myers looked outside and her smile faded when she saw the little girl crying.

"When will B/N stop." She said before going outside and helping the little girl up and bringing her inside.

"Now go get cleaned up dear." She said to the girl, who hurried upstairs.

"Her name is Y/N. She's a bit shy, but she is very kind." The lady said to the group.

"She is perfect." Richie said with a smile.

Giving a smile back, Ms. Myers laid the papers on the desk.

"Just sign these and I will get her things."

Eddie quickly signed each one as Ms. Myers placed the papers that were signed into a folder.

When she left, Y/N walked back down the stairs in clean clothes.

"Ms. Myers said you were adopting me?" She asked in a quiet voice, looking at Eddie and Richie.

The knelt in front of her with a smile and nodded.

"That's right. I'm Eddie, and this is Richie." Eddie introduced himself and his husband to the little girl.

She smiled back.

"Now you don't have to call us dad and papa yet, but when you want to, you can." Richie said ruffling her hair a bit.

She laughed a little.

"Okay." She said as Ms. Myers came back with a small bag, which Eddie and Richie presumed was Y/N's.

"Alright. Here are her things." She said handing Eddie the bag.

Y/N gave her a quick hug.

"I'm gonna miss you." She said not pulling away.

"I am going to miss you as well. But I know you are going to be just fine." Ms. Myers said hugging back before pulling away.

Y/N waved to the lady before going to her new parents.

Richie picked the girl up and the group exited the orphanage.

"By the way, we have to introduce you to the others." Richie said as he turned to the other adults.

He then introduced each one to Y/N.

Y/N smiled, knowing she was a part of a family, like she always wanted.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~Time skip~

"Alright, I think she needs some sleep." Eddie said as Richie unlocked the door to their house.

Y/N asleep in Eddie's arms.

"Good thing we planned this out for a few months before." Richie said laughing as the two entered the house.

The two walked down the hall and opened a door that was a few rooms away from their room.

Richie opened the door and the two men entered the bedroom they had set up for Y/N.

Eddie walked over to the bed and laid Y/N on it, covering her up with the blanket.

The two men kissed her forehead before walking to the door.

Richie and Eddie turned to look at Y/N one last time, a smile on their faces.

"Good night Y/N." They said before turning the lights off and closing the door.

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