Write Christmas Day 5:
Request:Can there be a richie x daughter x the loser club where she feels insecure? Stan and eddie are both alive and reddie is happening and stan is being the cool sarcastic uncle. Just where everyone is trying to cheer her up :))) i love your work
A/N: woah, am I tired. This was kind of tough and is totally not based on actual events that traumatised the author for all eternity. Ah yes, fuck, I need me some losers to tell me that I‘m fucking amazing, thanks. I hope you like this, if not, hit me up and I‘ll redo it! Enjoy!
Anxious eyes travelled over her own figure in the mirror, covered in clothing spotting the most hideous, vibrant colours. Her teeth bit down on her lip on their own accord, trying hard to fight back the tears.
Rolls stood out where they shouldn’t be, bumps, just overall nothing that might look remotely like anyone could like it. Including her. And her crush who had laughed at her when one of their friends caught the two standing under a mistletoe, claiming that she wasn’t even close to their standards. Luckily, it was the last day of school before christmas and Y/N looked forward to spending the longest time in her bed, hiding away under the covers, avoiding all sorts of human contact.
She looked at her face and all she could see were imperfections. Pimples, scars, pores standing out, blackheads, something about her nose seemed off, now that she looked at it, and her teeth didn’t look the prettiest-
“Y/N, honey, are you almost ready? The Losers will be here soon.” one of her fathers told her through the door. Eddie. She smiled a little, before shouting back that she would be ready in a few. Followed by that, she threw off the hideous christmas sweater that was way too tight, as people in school had told her, and instead put on the baggiest sweatshirt she could find. It was one of Richie’s, merchandise from one of his first shows, and in a simple black colour. But most importantly, it hid the most part of her body comfortably. Red-white and blue leggings with a christmas print were exchanged for simple black ones, and even the christmas socks were exchanged into the simplest pair she could find in her closet.
Y/N was just heading out of her room, downstairs to snatch a snack from the kitchen when she heard a gasp from behind her.
“How dare you?” Richie asked, mockingly shocked. “How dare you walk around in something that is not screaming Christmas today of all days?!”
As she faced her old man, Y/N shrugged, not up for a homely therapy session. Richie and Eddie had a habit of sitting her down and telling her how pretty or how amazing she was when she was feeling down, but she had to talk about her own feelings first and that usually involved crying and exhaustion and she was really not feeling ready for that when the Losers could literally arrive at any moment.
“Just not in the mood, sorry dad.” she replied, continuing her way downstairs, making a sharp turn short before the kitchen. Maybe a snack wasn’t the best idea. Not when she felt that way about herself.
Richie watched her go, concerned with the sudden change he saw in her. That morning, Y/N had been so incredibly excited to walk out with her christmas clothing and the knowledge that the Losers were visiting to celebrate christmas with the Tozier-Kaspbraks had her giddy for weeks.
With a heavy heart, Richie went to look for his husband, placing a gentle kiss on the smaller man’s cheek as he was busy fixing snacks before Richie went to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie sighed, a small smile on his lips as he didn’t let his husband distract him.
“What’s wrong, Rich?” Eddie asked teasingly.
“Why would you think something’s wrong?”
“You’re my husband and I know you better than you think, dumbass.”
A breathy chuckle escaped Richie’s lips. With a swift movement, he stole a cookie from the jar, then fled the kitchen, knowing that Eddie was very likely to throw a fit as soon as he saw Richie with the christmas cookie stuffed in his mouth.
Just as he was about to join his pouting daughter in the living room, the doorbell rang for the first time that evening. And over the course of the next hour, all the Losers had arrived, ready to spend the rest of the day with all sorts of snacks and movies. Y/N, meanwhile, had sneaked back into her room, determined not to face any of the people she dreaded at the moment.
She didn’t think she would be able to look at Bev, looking effortlessly flawless. Or Ben who was undeniably attractive. Not just to Bev. And the overall happiness was just too much for her. Everything was too much.
But she couldn’t stay in her room forever. Eddie, being the mother hen he was, made her leave her room for dinner.
“Y/N, w-we missed y-you d-d-during the m-movie.” Bill smiled at the girl.
“Sorry, I’m not feeling too hot.” Y/N mumbled in return, gaze fixed on the food on her plate.
“Really? Because this morning you were up before Eddie. And I don’t think that shit has ever happened before.” Richie suddenly commented, voice altered to sound like the Irish Cop.
“I ate something wrong in school.”
“Are you alright, honey? Give me a second, I’ll-” Eddie started, immediately jumping up but he was pulled to sit back down by his husband.
“Cut the shit, Y/N.” Stan said. “I haven’t come all the way here to see you moping around. I want to see my fake-niece.”
Y/N threw her fork back down on the table, pushing her chair back and quickly getting up. She stormed towards the door, dodging Bev’s attempts at getting a hold of her and left the room. But not before throwing a ‘Fuck this shit.’ at the group.
The Losers looked at one another, frozen in shock, none of them really knowing what had just happened.
Meanwhile, Y/N darkened the room, let her exhausted body fall to her bed and pulled the covers up to her face. Everything was just too much. And so, she cried. Sobbing and sniffling and coughing. Her pillow was wet with tears when she heard a clicking sound coming from the door and just a second later, the bright light from the hallway entered the room. One after another, the Losers entered the room, all moving to either sit or stand by her side.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Ben asked, worry very much present.
“If this is because of what I said-” Stan started, but was rudely interrupted.
“It’s not because of you, uncle Stan.” Y/N mumbled, sitting up slowly. Her hands landed in her lap as her dad’s sat down on either side of her, grabbing a hand each.
“Then what is it?”
“I just had a rough day. People were making fun of my clothes, my best friend ditched our promise to dress up in our ugliest christmas sweaters, and- and… My crush refused to kiss me under the mistletoe because I’m not pretty enough.” Y/N finally admitted.
“Oh honey…” Eddie said, immediately embracing his daughter, pulling her close to his chest as she let go.
“Y/n, you are amazing just the way you are. You are absolutely stunning. I even refused to believe that Richie’s your father because you’re so pretty.” Bev told the girl, knowing the insecurities that gnawed on her inside.
“Hey!” Richie threw in, ending up ignored.
“It doesn’t matter what other people think of your clothes as long as you’re happy. When I was your age, all I had were old shirts from other family members. Other kids also made fun of me. But I had my Losers who stuck with me.” Mike argued.
“Your looks don’t define you. Even after I lost weight, I was still the same Loser as before.” Ben threw in.
“A-a-and l-love takes t-time. L-look a-at R-R-Richie and Eddie.I-It took them t-twenty-s-seven years and a k-killer clown to f-f-find love.”
And so, it went on. Each of the Losers argued against the negative things the young girl would utter. Until her tears were finally dried and a smile was etched on her face.
“Hey, Richie, you don’t happen to still have that bat you beat the clown with when we were kids, do you?” Stan suddenly asked, filling the room with laughter.
