#it chapter 2 x reader

[ciaoteamo]

Abc’s

pairings: reader x pennywise

summary: just spelling out names this time🤭

warnings: 18+ content

further warnings: buckle up amica

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P=

Pleasure. He understood that he could be animalistic during sex. And most times, that wouldn’t save you any room for pleasure. But trust and believe and he’ll make up for it after, pulling endless orgasms from you.

E=

Edging. You could not edge this man if your life depended on it, he was too strong and would be high off of arousal. You’ve tried, only for him to finish the job himself by accident.

N=

Naked. Listen, Pennywise was a simple man, no need for lingerie, strip teasing, or anything. After all, clothes just get in the way.

N=

No. Remember when i said he could never say no to you? well i might have lied just a bit. The sole thing he won’t allow is toys. It used to be something minor, you didn’t think about it much. But them imagining him writhing from a vibrator on his glossy tip… it was intriguing to say the least.

Y=

Yes. Obviously he says yes to a lot of things. There could never be a dull moment between the two of you during those 10 months.

W=

Watching. If there was a V i’d put voyeurism. But since he would sometimes disappear for days at a time, he could only watch/hear you. And sometimes you’d give him something… worthwhile.

I=

In Heat. Oh man, don’t even get me started on this. When he was in heat, his pheromones were so strong that you’d feel like you were in heat too sometimes. You could feel the lust from a mile away. Your vagina could never forgive for those days lol.

S=

Sweet spot. He had some very odd sweet spots. Most of them were on his legs and arms. Normally, people would have them on the torso or near the head. But, you guess he wasn’t exactly normal to begin with.

E=

Ending. He absolutely sucked at aftercare in the beginning. And there wasn’t an issue with you until he went into heat. He left you an absolute mess. You could hardly get up to shower.

He felt bad afterward and allowed you to show him the ways aftercare. Since then, he’s gotten so much better.

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[plus-size-reader]

Memories

Eddie Kaspbrak x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2479 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader patching up Eddie when Bowers stabs him

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Eddie wanted to leave, and in all honesty, you couldn’t blame him.

This place was so much worse than you could have imagined when you got that phone call, so much worse that you could have ever hoped to remember, even as your memories came flooding back.

Which was why you were packing.

If you had known, or could have remembered what you were signing up for when you and Eddie agreed to schlub your asses back to this town, you never would have come.

You shouldn’t have come.

So, all that was left to do was pack your stuff, and get back home without anything else going horribly wrong. It was a long shot, you were perfectly aware of that, but you didn’t care.

All you could think about right now was getting out of here, everything else would work itself out later.

“Oh, and then the leper, he threw up all over me” Eddie grumbled, his voice carrying even over the running water of the sink and the distance that separated you without any problems.

He got that from his mother.

“Hey, it’s Mike Hanlon, why don’t you come back to Maine?” he continued, hardly taking a breath as he complained about everything he’d had to go through since you two separated this morning.

It hadn’t been a cakewalk for you either, of course, but you certainly weren’t envious of what he’d had to do at the hands of the clown.

It didn’t sound good.

Still, all you could muster out was an “uh, huh” in reply, something he’d grown more than accustomed to in all your years of marriage as you focused more on the task at hand than the ramblings leaking from his lips.

Most of the time you were busy, or just trying to let him rant when it happened, but today, neither of you seemed to mind too much about it.

You were too preoccupied with the current circumstances, and at this point, you weren’t even sure Eddie was listening to himself as he let off steam.

He was just trying to make sense of it all.

“Hey Eds, I’ll be right back. I think Richie stole my neck pillow” you called, having checked the closet four times only to come up empty each and every time. The only logical explanation was that he had it.

Of course he did.

Richie had been threatening to steal it since you reunited and he caught sight of the way you and Eddie traveled. It was like you’d found a way to pack up the entirety of Bath and Body Works into your Escalade.

Naturally, he wanted a piece of the action.

A similar hum of allowance came from the bathroom, likely alongside a wave of his hand as he finished washing the grime and ick from his skin, as if it would eat through his flesh if he didn’t.

If Richie did have it, all Eddie could do was pity him when you found out. If he thought you busted his balls as a kid, you’d only gotten more protective of your things.

It was bound to be a repeat of that time you threatened to put his hand in a blender after he stole your walkman freshman year.

…and your husband knew far better than to get in the middle of that.

“I’m going to kick your ass, Tozier” you hollered, all but sprinting down the stairs toward where he was staying, that same fire stirring in the pit of your stomach that you knew so well when it came to him.

Richie had always done things like this, and now, at this point, it was just immature and frankly, uncalled for.

Not that you were worried about your neck pillow for too long, because before you even had a chance to properly berate the fourteen year old masquerading as a grown man in front of you, Eddie yelled.

Really yelled.

It wasn’t like the surprised curse he sometimes let out when he hand touched a piece of food in the bottom of the kitchen sink, or when something startled him like jumpscares in horror movies.

It was real, and raw, immediately forcing an icy chill racing up your spine.

“Eddie? Are you alright?” you yelled, finding yourself almost unable to move as you imagined all the awful things that could have drawn a noise like that out of your husband.

Knowing this town, it could have been anything, and you didn’t like that. You didn’t like having to think of whatever horrors may have been awaiting you at the top of those stairs.

In any case, you could only really be sure of one thing anymore.

You had to get out of here.

“Eddie?” you called again, partially hoping that he was just fooling around, even though you knew that was the farthest thing from reality that he would have been doing.

It wasn’t in him, but still, as much as you knew it had to be bad up there, you couldn’t make your feet move from the floor.

You were terrified, in the same way you’d been all those years ago, when everything felt like it was out to get you.  When the darkness felt like more of a taunt, a promise of the nightmares to come.

Beverly was the first to reach him at the top of the stairs, a scream leaving her lips as she surveyed the scene in front of her.

It wasn’t until you heard that sound shocking you from your place, that you moved finally, following your heart even though your every instinct was urging you to run in the other direction.

“What happened?” What is it?” you asked, forcing yourself up the stairs alongside the rest of your friends, not stopping until Eddie came into your field of view.

It was so much worse than you thought.

Eddie was collapsed against the wall, covered in blood, with what looked to be a literal hole in the side of his face.

At first, you almost couldn’t believe that it was real, but then you remembered the unfortunate truth of your circumstances.

You weren’t at home, where your biggest worries were getting groceries once a week, making it on time to your nine-to-five, and Eddie’s insistence he was coming down with something even though you both knew he wasn’t.

This was a whole different thing entirely, and right now, the love of your life was in real danger.

“Bowers is in my room” he allowed, his words little more than a post on the bulletin. Really, you were just finding it hard to believe that he was being so calm, but chalked it up to the shock.

Once he realized what happened to him, you’d never hear the end of it. He would need a million different antibiotics, and he’d probably make you check it for infection four times a day, but you didn’t mind that.

All you cared about now was making sure that this trip didn’t kill him.

“Is it bad?”

It wasn’t until Eddie spoke again that you realized he was talking to you, his hand gently tapping at your knee a few times to get your attention. The action left behind the light ghost of his blood on your skin but you didn’t care.

You were just trying to figure out what you needed to do from here.

Naturally, your first instinct was to take him to the hospital as quickly as possible but that was hardly an option given everything.

You were just going to figure something out here.

“I went downstairs for like four minutes” you breathed, your words little more than a suggestion as you tried to find any humor in this. Of all the awful things you could have expected from this trip, you hadn't anticipated anything like this.

You should have seen it coming.

You knew that.

With everything that had happened since you two had come back to this town, it should have been the first thing on your mind but it just wasn’t.

It couldn’t have been.

You hadn’t thought about Henry Bowers, or the hell he and his goons put you all through, in years and in all honesty, you probably would have kept it that way, pretending the Bowers Gang didn’t exist, if you had your way.

…but you didn’t.

Like everything else, evidently Derry had stolen your ability to get away from anything bad, deranged rednecks and improbable injuries included.

That couldn’t have been more obvious than it was right now.

“Yeah, four minutes too long” your husband shrugged, and you could tell the action caused him pain, even if he was doing a great job of keeping it hidden.

Of course it hurt.

You’d never personally been stabbed in the face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to imagine it was a pleasant experience.

“Can you guys get him somewhere more comfortable? We have a big first aid kit in the car” you asked, earning an immediate nod from Ben, who you knew would have done anything to be of help.

Any of the surrounding losers would have.

That was why you had one another all those years ago.

As quickly as you could, you rushed out to the car to fetch the kit in question, all but tripping over your own feet as you did.

This whole thing was so much easier when you were teenagers.

Now, the stakes were a hell of a lot higher than Eddie’s mom trying to put him in a bubble because she was convinced he had contracted the plague at the movie theater.

By the time you got back inside, the rest of the losers had your lover set up in the bedroom propped up against the headboard, with one of the bathroom towels held to his face.

He’d definitely looked better, but all things considered, he was still holding up really well.

“When you said big first aid kit, I was actually expecting bigger” Richie teased, admiring the huge case you brought with you when you entered, astonishment written all over his face.

It actually sounded like it may collapse the mattress when you set it down.

It was big, the biggest first aid kit he’d ever seen but knowing Eddie, Richie always thought he traveled with a mini hospital up his sleeve.

…and it looked like he was right.

“Yeah, well, this is our traveling first aid kit” you countered, shooting him a teasing glare as you did your best to focus on the task in front of you, your lover steadily bleeding onto the bedding below him.

You and Eddie shared a single look before you moved on from the whole thing. Richie’s jokes weren’t funny growing up and they hadn’t evolved much since then.

He meant well, and everyone knew it, that was the only reason you still kept him around.

“You guys go help Mike, we’ll be down as soon as I stop the bleeding” you suggested, hearing the distant crash of something in the distance, surely the calling card of something else awful on the horizon.

Something awful that was going to have to wait until you could put Eddie’s face back together.

Bev muttered some kind of reassurance as she passed, squeezing your shoulder and closing the door behind her, after the surrounding men left to check out what was going on downstairs.

It was just never ending here.

The two of you sat in silence for a while as you worked on the task at hand, and Eddie busied himself studying the look on your face as you focused.

You had always been so beautiful, and it blew his mind every day that somehow he’d managed to end up with you after everything.

“Doing okay?” you hummed, watching him out of the corner of your eye, catching sight of whatever he had going on without much context at all. Given what was going on, you were worried you were hurting him.

Though, you should have known it wasn’t that.

“Oh yeah, just thinking,” he shrugged, wincing ever so slightly as you replaced the towel with some clean gauze, before giving him that pointed look, wordlessly asking him what exactly it was he was thinking about.

If you had to guess, you would have assumed it had something to do with the open wound in his face but without words, there was no telling what had a hold of Eddie’s attention.

Not at a time like this.

“This just brings back memories” he explained, recalling all the times you’d been in positions similar to this.

You had patched Eddie up like this a million times before growing up, when he’d have a run in with Bowers and his goons or that one time when he’d fallen and scraped his knee and didn’t want his mom to find out.

It had saved him a lot of hassle, having you around.

Sometimes he joked that was why he kept you in the first place. He needed someone who knew how to take care of him better than he did.

…and he wasn’t wrong.

By this point, there was almost nothing you hadn’t done for Eddie, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

Richie and the others might have liked to make jokes, but they didn’t know how hard it really was for Eddie to live under what his mother had done to him, and how little control he had over his concerns.

It really wasn’t his fault.

“This brings back memories, huh?” you hummed, leaning a bit closer to his face to admire the work you’d done with a small smile on your face. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but as long as you kept an eye on it and didn’t get killed in the next two days, it would heal.

It might not even scar, if you took care of it right.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. Of course he could find a way to see the good in something like this off all things.

He wasn’t wrong though.

Nursing Eddie back to health was practically a primary skill at this point in your life, and at times like this, you were glad for it. There was no telling what you would have done in this situation if you didn’t have it.

Your husband nodded, bringing his hand up to gently pat at the bandage attached to his face, before deciding that he would live.

He never doubted you for a second, but this was his first time being stabbed after all.

“Well, Eds, as much as I love taking care of you, let's not make a habit out of this” you teased, standing fully but not before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, your way of kissing it better.

Just like all those years before.

[arctichotch]

omg can you do adult stan and the reader going bird watching and Stan sees his favorite bird and it’s just disgustingly cute 🥺 i love that he and i share a love of bird watching ❤️

i don't really know what this is and it's really short (also i know absolutely nothing about birdwatching so this is pretty vague)

i love the idea of stan taking you out birdwatching. he's never really found someone in his life who shared the same passion, in fact it was quite the opposite. he was always ridiculed and made feel bad for his interest in birds so he's delighted when you ask to go along with him.

you go to his favourite place to birdwatch, the place where he claims "all the best birds go to and you only deserve the best"

he gives you a spare pair of binoculars and takes you out on a nice, sunny sunday. and honestly you love it. the quietness and serenity of relaxing and pointing out different birds is amazing.

but most of all you love to watch stan's passion for it. the way his eyes light up. his quiet whispers of "look at that one" or the many facts about different kinds of birds he can recite from the top of his head. he's just so damn cute.

it quickly becomes a staple in your relationship. so much so that stan proposes on one of your future trips. lets just say you didn't actually get to see many birds that day as your cries of happiness scares them away.

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n:

not requested

It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, you weren’t even thinking when you did it. You were just so fed up with Richie’s constant taunting, incessantly bringing up the worst parts of your past. The parts you wished could just stay buried.

“Richie, will please just shut up?” You gave your first and only warning as he rambled on and on over things you’d told him in confidence so many years ago. Imagine telling Richie something in confidence, though. What’d you expect?

“Is someone feeling a little moody today?” He teased with a finger poking the crook of your neck. With that, you spun around with a flying fist and popped him right between the eyes, where his glasses happened to rest. You heard a crack and saw nothing but his hands over his face. “Shit, y/n, why’d you do that?!” He dropped his organic cover and revealed the split plastic, along with an aching nose.

“I’m sorry! I just couldn’t listen to your voice anymore, man!” You admitted with tears in your eyes, but those tears were from strained laughter, you were about to lose your shit, maybe even piss your pants. “Tell you what, I’ll tape them back together whenever we get the chance, they’ll be good as new.”

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AN: Flashbacks will be in italics. 

“So I’ll meet you there?” I asked, throwing together both my suitcase and Richie’s as we talked about how we were getting to Derry. 

“As much as I’d hate to leave you there on your own for an hour or so, I think we have to.” Richie said. I could hear rustling on his end, signaling he was packing up what he had taken to Los Angeles. 

“I’ll pick you up at the airport. It’s only a couple hour drive to Derry from New York.” I zipped his suitcase and started on mine. “How’s the Mustang for this trip?” I heard Richie laugh.

“(Y/N), leave it to you to drag that car out for a life or death situation.” I chuckled as I gave a shrug I knew he couldn’t see. 

“Hey, listen to the historian Rich. I’m not repeating how we left. We arrive in style and we will leave in style.” I trailed off as the memory of Richie and I driving my mom’s beat up station wagon out of Derry after high school came back to me. I came back to Richie calling my name. “Sorry sweetie.” Richie sighed. 

“Your mom’s station wagon right?” He asked. I agreed. “Fuck. This might be harder than I thought.” We stayed on the phone as we finished packing. “I have to go (Y/N). They’re waiting on me to get to the airport.” 

“I’ll leave in ten minutes Rich.” I zipped up my suitcase. “I will be there when you land Richie. In the red Mustang.” I said. Richie laughed. “I love you Richie.” 

“I love you too, (Y/N).” Richie said, going completely serious. “I’ll see you in Derry.” He hung up and I went to pack the car. Getting in after locking up the house and calling work to let them know I needed the week off, I took off. The closer I got to Derry, the more memories came back. Most of them were of Richie and I growing up. The rest were of the summer we went after Pennywise the dancing clown. Finally pulling into the city limits, I went to the Derry Townhouse and checked in. It would be another hour before I had to pick up Richie so I drove around the town to see what had changed. Various memories broke through the haze and made me smile as I played with my wedding ring. I texted Richie that I was headed to the airport. Leaning against the car, I thought back to how Richie and I met. 

“Bowers!” I yelled as I caught the mullet-wearing bully rearing to punch a kid wearing glasses. “If you hit him, I’ll pound you!” Bowers turned towards me before turning back to the boy he was picking on. 

“I’ll be back four eyes.” Bowers threatened the boy. He turned towards me. “And I’ll get you freak!” I raised an eyebrow and let my fist fall into my open palm forcefully, ensuring the resounding smack was heard by Bowers and his gang. My mission was accomplished when Belch turned to follow the others, dragging Bowers with him. I made my way over to the boy. 

“Thanks for that.” The boy said, standing up and adjusting his glasses. 

“It was no problem.” I shrugged as I bent to pick up his books. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.” I held out my hand. The boy bowed and kissed my hand. 

“Richie Tozier, at your service.” He said in the worst British accent I had ever heard. I laughed as he straightened up. “I was headed to hang out with my friends down in the Barrens. Want to come with?” I nodded and followed him, listening to his crazy voices. It was then that I realized he would be in my life for a while. 

I pushed off the car and snapped out of the memory as Richie came running to me. He pushed me back into the car when he reached me and engulfed me in a hug. His smile was bright as he pulled back. 

“I missed you.” He said before kissing me. “Let’s agree that next time you just come with me. I can’t do this whole week apart thing anymore.” I laughed as I kissed him back and ushered him into the car. 

“I know Richie.” I said as I jumped into the passenger’s seat. “But let’s get a move on this. Otherwise there might not be a next time.” Richie laughed as he took off towards the Townhouse to drop his belongings off. After the Townhouse, we headed to the Jade of the Orient per Mike’s request. As well pulled up, I remembered the day that Richie asked me out. 

It was like every other day during our childhood and when we were teenagers. I walked down into the Barrens, hoping to find someone, anyone, to spend my day with. I followed the sound of music. The trapdoor to the Clubhouse was open and I could hear Richie singing along to whatever was playing on his radio. 

“It’s just me Rich!” I called out as I descended into the Clubhouse. 

“Well well well. If it isn’t my favorite person in the whole wide world.” Richie said in his Irish cop voice. I chuckled and shook my head. 

“Good to see you too Richie.” I spotted him in the hammock and took a seat on the stool next to it. “Just you down here today?” Richie nodded. 

“Yeah. I don’t mind though. It’s kind of enjoyable just sitting down here and listening to the music.” I smirked as I turned up the volume of the radio.

“I completely agree.” We listened to the music, sometimes singing along to a song that came on that we both knew. 

“You want a turn in the hammock?” Richie asked, maneuvering himself so he could put his feet on the ground. I shook my head and smiled up at him from the comic book I was reading. 

“I’m good Richie.” He nodded as he tapped his foot. “I’m not Eddie. I won’t count your minutes.” Richie laughed as he slid back onto the hammock a little more. It was a couple of minutes before anyone spoke again. 

“(Y/N)?” Richie asked. I looked up, knowing it had to be serious if he was going this long without using one of his voices. “Can I ask you something?” I nodded as I set the comic book aside. 

“Ask away Trashmouth.” I said as I gave him my full attention. 

“What would you say if I told you I liked you?” Richie rubbed the back of his neck. I tilted my head back a little and tried to keep my smile from getting too big.

“I would say that I would hope so.” I shrugged as Richie took off his glasses to run a hand down his face. 

“That’s not what I mean.” He sighed. “I mean like as in more than as a friend.”

“Then I would say it took you long enough Trashmouth.” I giggled as Richie quickly put his glasses back on. 

“Wait.” He got off the hammock and stood in front of me. “You like me back?” I smiled up at the look of shock on his face. 

“Of course I do!” I laughed. Richie laughed as he pulled me up and into his arms. 

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear that!” Richie picked me up and spun me around. I laughed as I held onto him tightly. Richie settled down a little bit and rested his forehead against mine. “I’m beyond thrilled to hear that (Y/N). I really am.” I smiled up at him. 

“You have no idea how much I’m happy to hear you say that Richie.” I whispered. Richie sat down on the hammock and brought me with him. Laying back, Richie pulled me to lay on his chest. 

“So, will you go on a date with me?” Richie asked after a moment of silence. I smiled up at him.

“I think you know the answer to that Trashmouth.” I said as I reached up and kissed his cheek. Richie smiled down at me and blushed. 

“(Y/N)?” Richie asked gently as he put his hand on my thigh. I jumped as I snapped out of the memory. 

“Yeah. Hi. Sorry. Got caught up in a memory again.” I breathed as Richie turned off the car. 

“Which one?” He asked, concern hinting at the edge of his voice. I smiled at him before kissing his cheek. 

“What would you say if I told you I liked you?” I teased. Richie blushed before kissing me. 

“Right.” He chuckled against my lips. “It took you long enough.” I laughed as Richie pulled back and got out of the car. 

“You have to admit, it was completely us.” I followed him before grabbing his shaking hand. 

“Yeah. It was.” Richie nodded as he looked up at the neon sign. I swallowed before gently tugging his hand. 

“Let’s get this over with Trashmouth.” I said. Richie nodded. I gave him one more kiss before walking through the door to the restaurant. We found our way to the back room that Mike had rented out. In typical Richie fashion, he banged the gong gaining everyone’s attention. 

“This meeting of the loser’s club has officially begun.” Richie deadpanned as I tried to hide my giggle behind his back. 

“Richie.” I gasped out. He looked behind him and smiled when he saw me doubled over in laughter. 

“Trashmouth!” Bill exclaimed. I popped up from behind Richie. “And (Y/N)!” I waved as Eddie made his way over to us. I grabbed Eddie in a hug before Richie could. We all took our time reintroducing ourselves after Beverly and Ben showed up. 

“Let’s eat!” Mike said as we all sat down at the table. Richie sat on my right and Eddie sat on my left. I rolled my eyes at my arrangement, knowing they would somehow find a way to bug each other even though I was between them. It wasn’t long before we were all taking shots and I smacked Richie on the arm as he took his without using his hands. Shaking my head, I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the feeling of my ankle crossed with Richie’s and his hand on my thigh. 

“So wait Eddie you got married?” Richie laughed. I chuckled as I saw the start of a joke.

“Yeah. So why’s that so fucking funny dickwad?” Eddie got defensive. I reached over and put a hand on his arm. 

“What? To like a woman?” Richie egged him on. 

“Richie.” I warned. I could see in Eddie’s eyes that he wasn’t above hitting his former best friend for comments made about his wife. 

“Fuck you bro.” Eddie deadpanned. I sighed. This was a clear indicator about how tonight would go. 

“Fuck you!” Richie cheered. I rolled my eyes and bobbed my foot that was crossed with Richie’s at the ankle. He shot me an amused look before reaching for more food. 

“Alright what about you trashmouth?” Bill asked. “You married?” I bit my lip before sharing a look with Mike. 

“There’s no way Richie’s married.” Beverly’s voice stood out above the others debating whether or not it was possible that Richie could have gotten married. Looking over at Richie, I tried to gauge his reaction. He looked a little sad that they hadn’t even considered the fact that we were still together, even though we had walked in together and were holding hands for most of the night. 

“No. I got married.” Richie said. Beverly shook her head. 

“Richie I don’t believe it.” I looked over at her. She winked at me, telling me she was joking. 

“When?” Eddie asked. I tried to suppress the smile that was threatening to break out. I looked over at Richie and shook my head when he winked at me. 

“You didn’t hear this?” Richie asked. Eddie shook his head. “You didn’t know I got married?” 

“No.” Eddie looked at Richie in disbelief before his eyes traveled down to my lap. Realization started to dawn on him when Richie spoke up again. 

“Yeah no me and your mom are very very happy right now.” Richie finished while everyone choked on their drinks. I shook my head as I smacked his shoulder. 

“Trashmouth!” I scolded. Richie looked at me with the biggest grin on his face. 

“He totally fell for it.” Richie struggled to get out between his laughs. 

“Fuck you.” Eddie said. He shook his head and went to take a drink.

“She’s very sweet. Sometimes she’ll put her arm around me and she’ll whisper to me. She’ll go,” Richie put his arm around me and leaned in. He did his Jabba the Hutt impression and I had to lean against him. I was laughing so hard. 

“Oh we all get it. My mom was a great big fat person.” Eddie said. I frowned as he was taking this way too seriously. “Hilarious. Hysterical.” I put my hand on Eddie’s shoulder. 

“Lighten up Eds. It’s a joke.” I rubbed his arm. “Trashmouth married me.” 

“Wait seriously?” Eddie asked. I nodded as I held up my hand. “You married this prick?” I frowned and pushed him. 

“He isn’t a prick!” I defended Richie. “He’s the best thing to happen to me. Especially in this deadbeat town.” I looked around the table to see Richie smiling at me. “Or did you all forget how shitty I had it and how much better being with Richie made me feel? Did you all forget how happy you all were for us when we finally told you guys?” Mike was smiling at us while everyone else just stared at their plates in confusion. “Oh my God. We all forgot.” I looked over at Richie. “Even I forgot.” Richie put his arm around me again. He drew me close as I sought out his comfort once the memories of how bad things were at home came back. 

Turning the corner, I ran straight for the Barrens. I didn’t look behind me. I knew what I would see if I did. My father, gaining on me. Except it wasn’t exactly my father. It was something else. Something that took the form of my father, my worst nightmare. Breathing hard, I caught sight of the bridge. 

“Bill! Bev! Ben!” I yelled, knowing I was wasting precious oxygen but needing them to know I was in trouble. “Stan! Mike! Eddie!” I caught sight of Silver leaning against a tree and I scrambled down the incline. “Richie!” The trapdoor to the clubhouse opened up and Bill’s head popped up. 

“(Y/N)?” he asked as I tripped and crawled to the entrance. I pushed him back and climbed down myself, slamming the door shut above us. Richie was out of the hammock and by my side in seconds. He put his arm around me and led me to sit down. 

“Hey.” He brushed the hair out of my eyes and gently wiped the sweat off of my brow. “What happened?” I shook my head as I burst into tears.

“It was my dad.” I sobbed, reaching for Richie. He sat next to me and pulled me into his chest. “But it wasn’t my dad. It was something that showed me my worst nightmare involving my dad.” I clutched at Richie’s shirt, desperate for something real to hold onto. “I don’t know what it was. Just that it looked like my father and was coming after me.” Richie ran his hand along my back as soothingly as he could while putting his chin on top of my head. 

“It’s okay.” He whispered. “It was IT. It wasn’t your father. Neither one is going to get you.” I nodded as my sobs quieted. “We’ll protect you.” Richie gently took my hand and ran his finger over the scars on the back of it. “You’re going to be okay.” 

“That was the day you saw IT for the first time.” Richie said. I nodded as Richie pulled me even closer. “That was the day we promised to keep you and Beverly safe.” 

“And you did.” Beverly reached over and squeezed Richie’s arm. “All of you did.” I caught the look that Ben gave Bev and smiled to myself. 

“So now what Mikey?” I asked, settling into Richie’s arms and looking around the table. “It’s been 27 years. I thought we killed IT.” Everyone at the table agreed with me. 

“IT isn’t dead.” Mike said. “The killings have started again. Just like they did that summer. We’re the only ones who can stop it. There’s a ritual. The Ritual of Chud.” 

“Mike, that didn’t work last time. It’s not going to work this time.” I said. “Besides, I looked into it. You never told us what happened to the people who first tried it. They all died Mike. We were lucky to get away as kids. I doubt we’ll have better luck as adults.” 

“It’s going to work.” Mike said. We all got quiet as the waitress brought in fortune cookies. We all reached for one. 

“Well that shit got dark fast. Thanks Mike.” Richie said once the waitress left. We opened our cookies and looked at each other in confusion. 

“My fortune cookie just says could.” Eddie said disappointed. 

“They don’t know how to do fortune cookies here. Mine just says guess.” Richie said, holding his up. I started down at mine, crumpling it up and putting it in my pocket when Richie turned towards me. “What does yours say?” 

“It was blank.” I said. Leaning close to Richie, I whispered in his ear. “We’ll talk about mine later.” He nodded but gave me a concerned look. “It’s fine.” He nodded before turning his attention back to the rest of the group who had ignored us and was trying to put the remaining pieces together. Bill was shuffling the pieces of paper around while everyone gave their input. Bev was the last one to include hers. We all leaned over the table to read it. Taking a deep breath, I moved the papers to create the sentence. 

“Guess Stanley couldn’t cut it.” Bill read. I looked up at Richie, sensing the meaning of the message. 

“Stanley’s dead.” I said. 

“You can’t know that.” Eddie said. “There is no possible way you could know that.” Just then the table erupted into chaos. The cookies started to smolder and disintegrate as a black goo oozed from the bowl. Cookies exploded and IT’s mind games began. Richie grabbed me and pulled me against the wall. 

“That fortune cookie is looking at us!” he yelled as an eye started to slither its way towards us. 

“I don’t wanna be here.” Eddie panicked. Mike was bashing the table with a chair when the waitress came back. 

“Is everything alright?” she asked, clearly confused by the way we were acting. Richie was the first to react.

“Yeah.” He said. “Yeah. Could we get the check?” I had to hold in my giggle as she left. We left the restaurant, only running into one of Richie’s fans. 

“I don’t think that kid’s a fan anymore Rich.” I laughed as I wrapped my arm around his waist. We stood in the parking lot as Beverly called Stanley, confirming that he was dead. 

“I saw we get the fuck out of dodge.” Richie voted. Eddie and I agreed with him. Turning around, we headed back to the Mustang. “Why were you acting weird?” he asked once we had left the parking lot. I pulled the fortune cookie fortune out of my pocket and smoothed it out on my leg. 

“Because of this.” I showed him when we pulled up to a red light. Richie looked over and read it. Not quite believing what it said, he grabbed it and read it again.

“Death?” he asked, looking at me with shining eyes. I nodded. 

“I don’t know if it’s one of Pennywise’s games or what.” I said, nervously playing with my fingers. “That’s why I was acting weird. I don’t know if it’s me. Or if it is you. Or even if it is one of the others.” Richie nodded and handed the paper back to me. 

“Let’s get back to the Townhouse.” I nodded as we continued to the Townhouse. Before long, we were in our room looking at the paper. “We keep this between ourselves alright?” I nodded. 

“We don’t tell any of them.” I agreed. “We keep an eye on them. And each other. We won’t let Pennywise win.” I leaned over and hugged Richie. 

“No we won’t.” He agreed. “No we won’t.” 

[anxiouslymalicious]

Losers Club Plus One Part 12

A Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series

Read the previous part here or go here for the complete series masterlist!

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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Imagine Richie Finally Remembering the crush he had on You, his Arcade Partner

Walking through Derry Park, reminiscing on memories that were coming back to him slowly from forever ago, Richie noticed two kids walking around the park with ice cream cones in their hands. 

“What did you get this time Rich?” you asked holding your cookie dough ice cream. In the hot summer heat of 1989, you guys were walking around Derry Park after an ‘intense’ day of playing ‘Street Fighter’. 

“Cotton Candy, they’re definitely right when they say victory is sweet,” Richie went in for another lick, relishing in his frozen treat’s delicious taste.

“Yeah next time it’ll be you paying for ice cream,” you pressed his ice cream to his face when he was going in for a lick and ran.

“Hey get back here (L/N),” Richie called out after you. A lot of the ice cream got on his nose and the bottom edge of his glasses, he had done this to you before, so it was fair game that you did it back.    

“Catch me if you can Trash Mouth”

Richie came back to the reality of 2016. He couldn’t believe he forgot about that memory and you, his arcade crush. Maybe you were still around in town. If you were, you guys couldn’t go play around of street fighter, but maybe you wanted to grab some ice cream.

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[stxn-the-mxn]

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!!

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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”