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.
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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.”
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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.”
