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beepxbeep / richie tozier * !!
Richie smiled up at his friend and reached up to grab the cigarette, taking a drag from his mouth before reaching back up and putting it back in hers. This was reminiscent of all the nights they’d had growing up, the ones where they couldn’t help but be together for. The days where they skipped school and smoked in the janitor’s closets, the early mornings where they would get together after a bad night and smoke until the sun came up. As much as he hated Derry, it had given him 6 wonderful things and Bev was absolutely one of them. And truth be told, he needed this here in Ivywood. Her words brought him back and he rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Beaverly….this is serious.” Which it was. He didn’t get serious a lot, only really with three of the losers, but when he did it was usually important. “I was just thinking about it and I mean…you know we both have fucking shitty pasts and we’re here and we’re stuck and do you…I mean our parents can’t get to us here right?” he asked, curiously. “I mean we all love my dad, good ole Wentworth Tozier can come any day but I mean my mom…and your dad.” Richie could handle his mom showing up if it happened but Bev’s father was a whole different story.
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“maybe i’d take you seriously if you weren’t a literal dickhead.” beaverly — unacceptable from anyone else. it was almost as if greta && henry had all made sure her reputation stuck with her no matter where she went. but, with richie it made her laugh, though with one shared look she knew... this was important. the usual flush that always hid behind cheeks quickly faded, face white at what richie suggested. her memories might be rather fucked, but one strong memory of hers was never wanting to see her father again. whatever that meant for her. it was bad enough he visited her in slumber. && richie’s mother ?? her presence bev imagined would be nothing but a setback. despite how d r y her mouth had become, she took a long, long, desperate drag from the cigarette, she was gonna need it. bev wanted to be optimistic, to say of course they wouldn’t show up but what was stopping them ?? “the idea makes you wish that border stopped people from coming in instead of leaving, doesn’t it ?? but realistically they could. the bowers gang too. all of them. derry might’ve been small but this place almost feels smaller.” beverly fixated her gaze on her hands, the soft texture of his hair as fingers continued to brush through it. “but look at all you’ve done without her, all you’ve accomplished no thanks to her. even if she can get here physically she can’t get here.” digit lightly tapped against his temple. “not anymore. && even if she tried she’d have to get through me first.” determination strengthening the tone of her voice once again, nothing but sincere.
if it weren’t for already knowing richie && for the unfortunate circumstance of henry bowers’ knife meeting ben’s skin beverly wasn’t sure she’d have ever been a loser ( well, a loser yes, but not a member of the club ). strange how strong a friendship could become off of bumming a cigarette, a mutual addiction turned into unknowingly needed company. the TRUST between the two young adults splayed out on the bed indescribable. bev’s nightmares had gotten worse — the morphing of her father && the clown now joined by another man. unnamed, but just as horrifying. ‘ no one will love you like me ’ — a constant echo. as expected, with richie those words were easy to push out of her mind, the bright memories of shared ice cream cones && yo-yo tricks at the forefront. his words brought on beverly’s usual smirk. “pretty sure that’s already a question, tozier.” but she caught onto the slight shift — expression solemn as she tilted her chin down to look at him. digits softly tangled in his hair, massaging scalp comfortingly as fresh cigarette dangled from lips. “what’s up ??”
@heartsofember - bev
Out of everyone in the loser’s club, it was weird that he was closest with Beverly. Sure, Stan and him had been the closest growing up but things were different. Richie loved Stan, and the same with Mike. He loved them and so in a way they had a piece of his heart. But his closest friend in the group was hands down Beverly Marsh. He would kill for that girl and he always dropped everything whenever she needed him. Including tonight when she had texted him to come over for a smoke. Which led them to laying on her bed, his head in her lap, smoking and just talking. Richie was dramatic and energetic but even he liked these moments. The quiet ones. They had been talking about old things, memories that they’d had, when things had gotten quiet for a moment. “Hey, Bev, can I ask you something?”
beepxbeep / richie tozier * !!
“Excuse me.” Immediately came out before Bev could even finish her sentence. “Beverly Marsh, I will have you know that I am the best looking man to ever exist on this earth and that I am not annoying at all. In fact there are a ton of people who would line up to have me and yet I choose to spend my time with you. You should be honored. I take offense to your words. Maybe I need to rethink this reunion.” Richie was the most dramatic person he knew and his friends knew that he blew things out of proportion to make them laugh. He could see the slight bit of confusion in Bev’s brow and he knew what was coming so he figured better to blow it up than have her focus on the bad too much. How would they get through this if they did? It’s what he told the rest of the Losers and he’d be a hypocrite if he let Bev do it too. Once she agreed to the smoke break, he let out a sigh of relief and led her out the back door and into the cool of the night. He let her light hers up and then caught the lighter she threw, lit his and threw it back. He took a long drag as he sat down on the steps and patted the space next to him. “Mike’s the same way too. Something to do with this town. A lot happened in those 27 years and we all went through shit but….we’ll help you remember. Ask away and I will grant you the answers you seek.” He said, using one of his infamous voices. “At least you remember who you are and your childhood. Some people don’t even remember that.”
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a knowing smirk crossed her lips as gaze went from his hand patting the stair to his gaze. “guess even ‘ the best looking man to ever exist on this earth ’ isn’t opposed to BEGGING for my affections after all.” bev managed to quip, plopping down beside him as she straightened out the soft fabric of her dress. knowing mike had the same issue was both a relief && a dread. so many whys to ask that couldn’t be answered. bev offered up a soft smile of APPRECIATION, even chuckling at his voice ; the familiarity was comforting. “look — i’m just gonna say the thing that you’re not supposed to say && what totally makes me sound like the shittiest person alive but — what if i don’t wanna remember ??” a pause as she took a long drag, letting the smoke slowly billow out into the late winter air before expression softened. “not the bad stuff anyways. i’m glad i remember the good stuff from before now, && i’m sure there’s some good later too,” she added, knowing full well the losers were the good. words trickled off, flicking some of the built up ash from her cigarette. despite what she said, beverly knew she in fact was lucky in a way. even if she knew it wouldn’t be easy to remember certain things from what bill && richie had mentioned so far, she didn’t want to RUN AWAY from it, not really. running had never done her much good. another slow drag && her usual smirk was partially back. “can we maybe just start with you ?? when did you leave derry ?? what’d you do ?? i have a feeling it was GOOD, even if you seem like you’re still kinda an asshole,” smirk easily widening once more.
beepxbeep / richie tozier * !!
As soon as he left her arms, he was right back and it felt like home. How many nights had they spent together cuddling under the stars? Strictly platonically of course. How many times had they snuck off together when things were rough? The other loser’s were Richie’s world but having Bev back felt like he was complete again. He kissed the top of her head, dramatically but genuine, and finally pulled away to look at her once more. “Beverly dear, you’re lucky I noticed you at all.” he said and poked her nose teasingly. The entire room felt like it was missing now as his only focus was on his friend. “Do you prefer this version of me or the 40 year old one then because i can’t decide. Although, I will say that missing you guys for 27 years and forgetting was fucking shitty so having us back and being able to grow old with all of you, knowing what we’re capable of in the future? The best fucking luck we ever got.” Richie knew that them all showing up here was strange and they probably needed to figure it out but he wasn’t in a rush. He just got his friends back, he wasn’t losing that again. Richie took his focus off of the redhead in front of him and went to look around to see if Stan was around before turning back and pulling a pack of Marlboro’s out of his pocket. “What d’ya say? Stan won’t let me but now that you’re here I have a reason to sneak off and smoke. You free now or are you looking for that husband of yours?”
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it had always been easy to smile around richie yet this time his words caused it to falter. “perhaps both versions are equally annoying, rich.” a forced smirk remained, slowly beginning to warm her eyes once again at the sight of his pack of cigarettes. richie’s choice of words was CONFUSING, but what wasn’t in this new home of theirs ?? “well richie darling, consider yourself lucky. you can jump to first in line out of my long list of suitors.” tone dripped of sarcasm, finding relief in the much needed smoke break. "i won’t tell if you don’t.” she teased with a quick wink as she flashed her own matching pack of Marlboro’s. just like old times. beverly wanted to pretend, desperately wished she’d suddenly recall her future, but she couldn’t. && the more she snuck glances at richie she knew she couldn’t pretend to have either. their nights shared as friends were countless, considering days in their childhood households were more bad than good. the losers managed to get a VULNERABILITY out of her that she swore she’d never show. richie was one of the first of their friends to weasel his way in that heart of hers. “wanna know something funny ??” brow arched, cigarette dangling from lips once they got outside, lighting it up before tossing her lighter his way out of habit. “truth is i don’t really remember.” dry, humorless laugh escaped from her as she shrugged. “apparently i’m still in the remembering childhood phase, like some shitty back to the future movie. guess the world knew i’d be too powerful if i remembered everything,” she tried, but failed, to jest.
a whole 27+ years of memories just gone ?? apparently so. the news was UNSETTLING && adding the fact that they were now TRAPPED here only made it worse. it made it easy to down the free alcohol, however. bev had just finished another glass when she felt someone’s grasp. instinctively arms crossed in front of her however she’d recognize that voice anywhere ( even if it was much deeper than when she last heard it ). instantly she relaxed, practically throwing herself into his arms as she shook her head. “don’t you DARE try to pull away that quickly, richie dear !!” a tight squeeze, elated tears billowing in eyes before drawing down cheeks. memories or no memories, beverly knew it had been too long since she’d seen her best friend. “fuck you by the way, making me mess up my make-up,” she quipped as she slowly pulled away, she’d blame the liquor for the tears later. bev wiped them away as a knowing smirk crossed her lips. “well for supposedly looking this good it took you way too fucking long to notice me. i’m almost hurt,” tone nothing but teasing. bev finally managed to take him in. bev playfully looked him up && down before cupping his cheeks, giving one a solid pinch. “you’ll be breaking hearts tonight, richie rich. i told you, you’d grow into your looks.”
@heartsofember - bev
Richie had been so excited to see all of the losers for different reasons. Stan and Mike had been for more…hidden reasons, ben and bill had been pure happiness in seeing that they were okay and alive and still them, eddie had been a relief, but nothing compared to seeing Bev. Sure, he was really close with some of the other losers, some even competed for the girl’s spot but no one ever won. Bev was the reigning champion of ride or die’s in Richie’s mind. So seeing her standing there in the corner of the ballroom, looking as if she was trying to find someone, Richie found no better opportunity to rush up to her and just grab her close. “Bevvie baby! I can’t believe it’s you!” he said holding her close before releasing her, realizing that rushing to hug her may not have been the smartest idea but hey….it was him. “You look so good tonight, you know that? I mean all the loser’s do but wow…do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to show up? You sure do know how to keep a man waiting, Beverly Hills.”
