( * Interactions !! ) — Beverly Marsh. - Blog Posts
wxlksxflxfx / bill denbrough * !!
“I’m blaming Richie. Sounds like a kind of fuck up he would do.” Bill replied, shrugging his shoulders at the thought. He loved his friends to pieces, but he was well aware of who was usually the fuck up and who wasn’t. Although, the answer to that question was all of them. “But see, is it as shitty as Derry? I mean, if you really think about it, how did people never notice the pattern? Hell, Ben found it in a few weeks of living there.” Bill sighed before his head moved back and forth. “He’s an alien of some sort. Mike was able to figure out the ritual and everything about it. But beating him was easy once we were able to figure out how to do it. It just took us a while to figure it out.”
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bev sighed in frustration, at the situation, at knowing next to nothing, for once again bill made a great point. “true. && for him to know that means this place can’t be under a curse, not like derry’s at least. none of the adults knew what was going on.” mouth dried the more they spoke of It, f e a r just as It always wanted. but it was important to know, to push past those feelings in attempts at understanding. “alien ??” puzzled, but it made more sense than anything else she thought of. “then we just have to figure it out again.” a bleak smile, nonetheless eyes turned warm && comforting a second later. “don’t try to stress yourself out too much. i know, words don’t mean much, but i feel like we’ll get this. don’t know how, but we will cause we’re all here && together.”
fadedlustre / mike hanlon * !!
“real actual silverware? damn, bev, you’re putting me to shame,” he teased back, shaking his head. he’d been here longer than some of the other losers, but he had to admit, he’d never fully settled in. he’d been waiting for something to happen, never knowing what. but now… maybe he could begin to settle down. he shrugged, looking down at his mug. “yeah, been here a little longer than the rest of you. it’s really not all that different to derry. quieter, somehow.” not as scary in other ways, like a lack of alien clowns, and significantly less odd looks when he walked around. “gotta have the good times while they’re here. maybe we can take actual swimming gear to the lake this time,” he laughed.
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“don’t feel shame. i will never be the prime example of an adult, ever.” usual grin remained at his words, even if the mere mention of derry always rose goosebumps along her arms. “you’re right as usual, hanlon. it’s weird ... after living anywhere besides derry it’s even easier to see how fucked it was. children going missing shouldn’t feel fucking NORMAL.” ginger brows furrowed, a slight shake of the head to rid herself of those thoughts, to focus on what positives could be found. “oh hell yeah. no we’re really talking. snorkels, goggles, all of it. maybe the water will actually be clear enough to see shit in.” dirty water, another lovely thing about derry. “i just hope they’re more good times ...” words trailing off, curiosity getting the best of her as it usually did. “—have you, i don’t know, remembered anything new ??”
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.
wxlksxflxfx / bill denbrough * !!
“Isn’t that just our luck? Some mysterious thing coming after us in ways we can’t explain?” Pennywise was a mysterious thing that no one was able to explain, until the losers club had decided to take him on. “I don’t think it was IT either, but I also know don’t know what it could be. Like maybe it’s something similar to IT?” He commented, curious what she might think of that. “Honestly, I think that’s as close to the truth as it could be.”
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“i just wanna know which one of us broke a mirror to give us such shit luck.” the attempt at jest was there, but didn’t quite meet the eyes. the idea of It or something else, possibly even worse made her nervous. bev sipped at her drink, giving herself a moment to think it over. it made sense. “there are other shit towns besides derry, places were awful things also happened. maybe this place is one of them.” it still felt like a stretch, bev remembered how derry’s stats were much higher than average. “i say it’s a good hunch, at least somewhere to start. did you guys — i mean did we, ever figure out what kinda thing It was ??”
wxlksxflxfx / jo march * !!
“It’s kind of like having another person with you in real life tells those voices fighting with you in your head to hush up.” She commented, gesturing to her head as she spoke. “Jo March.” Jo introduced confidently, as if it was a name that was going to mean something one day, which she was determined to make true. Hearing her comment, the writer couldn’t help but laugh and shrug her shoulders. “Well, there are four March girls total and we’re each different in our own way. So, you could say we balance each other out, but for the most part I think we just try each other insane.” She replied. Moving with the girl, Jo eyed the desk she was pointing out and let out a small sigh. “Well, I’m a writer you see. Currently just doing little short stories and things for the local paper, but I’m planning to write the next great novel. Something people have never seen before!” Her words came out fast and she was proud of what she planned to do. “I agree on the chair thing though. The chairs at work are terrible and I refuse to have my chair at home be the same way.”
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instinctively eyes widened at the thought — four girls. while of course not all were vindictive, but a group of any always made her a bit apprehensive. greta && her squad left a longer, deeper impact on bev than she would ever like to admit. “well that just means you’re doing your jobs, right ?? some of my friends are more like brothers ; if you don’t annoy them every once in a while there’s no sense of accomplishment.” beverly jested, a light titter chimed as gaze warmed. beverly listened intently, talk of DREAMS, seeing others light up with all they wanted to do, bev loved to see it. meant even after all the shit in the world there was still HOPE. “i’ll make sure i keep my eyes peeled at any bookstore for ya. any genres you like in particular ??” nose scrunched, nodding along in agreement. “a bad chair will make you feel old with all the inevitable back pains. too young for that shit. but your work should definitely try to do better. forty hours a week is already torture enough at any place.”
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?”
wxlksxflxfx / bill denbrough * !!
Bill wasn’t sure if he should still be looking for a way for them all to go home, but until he made a final decision, he was going to keep looking. Maybe he could at least find out why they are there, if nothing else. When Bev walked in, he gave her a small smile before answering her question. “I’ve been alright. Trying to figure out what might be going on around here, but I don’t think I’m really getting anywhere, which I guess is kind of understandable.” He commented with a shrug of his shoulders. “And I think this barrier isn’t going to come down at any point.” Bill continued. “How are you?”
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the perhaps, overly-sweetened, coffee helped ease perpetuating thoughts as she took a few sips. all of what bill said was RELATABLE. despite seeking the answers, all of this was as much of a mystery as it was when beverly first got here, when she first even remembered some of what was m i s s i n g . “i’m kinda starting to think whatever the reason behind all this is, that it doesn’t want us to know.” which only heightened CONCERNS of course. “i’m not sure it’s It though.” palms clammed up even at mentioning pennywise. “for even we were able to leave derry at any time.” small smile warmed features despite the topic at his question. “i’m doing okay. i think we’re all as good as we can be, right ??”
wxlksxflxfx / jo march * !!
Listening to the girl, Jo nodded her head and smiled. “That honestly sounds like it would be such a nice idea. Then you have easy access and a a great way to display everything.” She agreed, already able to see the idea she pictured in her head. “Um, I was just kind of looking for something that was made of a good wood. I’m really not one to do the whole color scheme thing. That would most like be more of something my sisters Beth or Amy would focus on.” She commented, letting her shoulders shrug. “I just need something that, when I spend days at, isn’t going to be completely useless.” Jo explained as she went back to looking at the furniture in front of her. “Um, sure! I’m more than happy to work together on this. Maybe it’ll be a lot faster and I won’t have to make all the decisions on my own.” She laughed.
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“something about having another person back you up in a decision makes it so much easier,” bev affirmed, holding out her hand for the other to shake. “i’m beverly marsh.” at the mention of two other sisters, she couldn’t help the curiosity. an only child, && a relief it was simply based off how things were, she still wondered what it’d be like to have siblings. “sounds like you guys at least BALANCE each other out well.” bev warmly quipped, listening carefully to what the other was looking for. “actually, the one i got wasn’t anything super fancy, but i’ve liked it.” the redhead took a few steps down the aisle before pointing out the desk she bought a few weeks back. “i’m not sure what you’re using it for, but i have a computer && printer on it && still have room for a few of my sketchpads.” bev still preferred pen && paper to the art program she had. “but if you’re gonna be sitting a while, i recommend a good chair above anything else.”
selfishly, it was relaxing being with only mike. it was strange, being jealous yet also fearful of whatever parts of the future were missing. but mike’s company was also simply welcomed, always would be. “it’s going well. the apartment is all furnished. i even have legit silverware, not just plastic from all the takeaway.” eyes glistened with jest, studying him carefully, taking him in. she had a feeling she’d be doing that for a while, always making sure they were really HERE. “what about you ?? finding everything alright ?? you know if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to ask.” another sip, eyes widening with excitement. “we should all go the the arcade sometime, for old times sake. && the lake when it gets a bit warmer out. you know if—” we’re still here ?? haven’t figured it all out by then ?? “— might as well enjoy the good parts of this place, right ??”
@heartsofember requested a starter | mike and bev
as much as mike did genuinely care for all the losers, he knew he wasn’t as close to some of them as the others. yet he was kind of glad for bev at the moment. were they the best of friends in their youth? no, but she was the only other member of their little gang that was suffering from memory loss and mike found it oddly comforting, even if he felt guilty about it. because she’d understand where he was coming from. how difficult it was to understand when the others started talking about the things he didn’t recall. and, well, it was just nice to see her, really. as they settled into the booth with their coffee orders, he couldn’t help smile. “how are you settling in? you got yourself sorted out?”
while she loved seeing most of her childhood friends again, beverly sensed that it wasn’t all quite as HARMONIOUS as one would like it to be. she could see wanting to have a go at normalcy. after all, until they showed up && she in turn remembered derry && the summer of ‘89 that’s what she had in a small sense. perhaps it was because she didn’t remember it all, because she didn’t exactly know what she was fighting for or running from, but she had to know what was going on in this place in hopes of once again remembering everything. she waved to bill as she walked in, grabbing her own cup of coffee before sitting across from him. “how’s it going ??” in life && with figuring out what all was going on. “looks like things haven’t changed much from the party, with the border anyways.”
@heartsofember ~ Starter for Beverly
Part of Bill thought that Richie was right, that maybe they should just stay here and take advantage of this second chance. However, the other part of him felt like they had to at least prove this wasn’t Pennywise. His reasoning being that if they could get rid of the threat, it would be easier to relax if they knew they there wasn’t something constantly lingering over them. It seemed some of his friends agreed, or so he thought. Hoped even. Sitting at a table in the coffee shop, his hands moved the cup in front of him around, his mind wandering a bit as he waited for Beverly to arrive.
theneotheater / tinkerbell * !!
Bev had brought Tink along for this exact reason, and fae was happy to help. In fae’s opinion, instructions were for sellouts as well; fae nodded in agreement at the sentiment. As the two of them looked on at what they’d narrowed their selection down to - two coffee tables, both modest in price and very nice, either of which would look great as the centerpiece to the redhead’s little apartment living room - blue eyes studied the first that was pointed at. Fae smiled with the other as she grinned that knowing, warm smile of her’s, giving back a little shrug of Hey, if it works ! The blonde wouldn’t be the first to throw stones, considering fae’s hobby of hitting things with a hammer until they worked. Both of them seemed relatively easy to piece together, as long as she had the right tools to do so with. So, Tink went with the one that appealed most to fae aesthetically. With a point to the one on the left, there was the answer - I really like that one. Then fae looked to the other, smiling their own clever, knowing smile. As long as we do it together, we’ll be the dream team ! Both of their personalities meshed so well, their determination and passion and warmth, it was sort of perfect how they’d ended up friends. What do you say ? Ultimately, though, it was the other’s choice - they’d have to live with it in their home for the next little while.
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besides with the losers, it’d always been rather DIFFICULT letting people in ; the cruel words she heard from many over the years a constant echo. but with tink she didn’t worry. it was surprisingly e a s y . && while she greatly loved her childhood friends, considering most of them had all their memories she felt a bit misplaced. she could simply be herself, who she was right now. bev studied fae’s reactions carefully, making her final glance between the two options before nodding. “you’re so right. the light wood will BRIGHTEN the room quite nicely.” it took bev a while to actually believe it, but she could do whatever she put her mind to. seeing tink’s clever smirk only confirmed that notion this time around. with a confident tilt of her chin, she grabbed the box containing all the parts of what would hopefully turn out to be a coffee table, carefully placing it into the cart — as much as it would fit at least. “let’s do it. i think i still have the box of tools we used last time, but do you think we’ll need anything else ??” with tinkerbell around beverly quickly learned not everything could be fixed with duck tape or glue, && she’d forever be grateful for that && for the great company. “you need anything while we’re here ?? && by the way you’re staying for dinner. whether we get delivery or i whip us up something, it’s happening. it’s the least i can do for all your help.”
wxlksxflxfx / jo march * !!
Jo honestly wasn’t much into furniture shopping, but she wanted to redo her writing room in her new apartment. Moving from her parents home wasn’t an easy choice, but she was ready for some freedom. Ready to get out and be on her own. Plus, she had been getting the strangest flashes of what felt like memories and she didn’t know what to think of them. She felt like maybe it was something in her brain telling her to get out and do something. Hearing someone speak to her, Jo turned and listened to her, an entertained grin sitting on her lips. “I think it just depends on what you’re planning to do with it. I’m having the hardest time trying to find the right desk to pick out. Granted though, I’m probably just too picky, but you have to have just the right kind of desk if you’re going to be spending a lot of time at it.” She commented. “What are you buying the furniture for? If you don’t mind me asking.”
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already beverly felt relieved at asking the other’s opinion. “honestly, good question. i kinda feel like my living room just needs a coffee table to pull it all together. but now that you mention it, i have a collection of old records && magazines. might be nice to display some of them a bit more, have them at an easy reach.” while all the more indecisive now, bev perked up as the other mentioned looking for a desk ; beverly always one to help, or at least attempt to. “nothing wrong with being picky, a desk is super important ; has to be the right height && everything. do you have a color scheme in mind ?? might be a helpful place to start, then all your furniture can match or at least not clash.” perhaps not the greatest planner, this did help her when buying her other pieces. “if you want, we could try to help each other out ?? what’s that saying — two minds are better than one ?? it’s corny, but it’s true.”
cyan gaze scrutinized the selection of furniture laid out before her. finally, she was attempting to get her apartment fully together. an assistant fashion designer was a dream start of a career, but it meant living check to check. but, she was rather used to that. a COFFEE TABLE was the last missing piece to supposed adulthood. “do you think that one would be easy to put together ?? instructions are for wussies, so i refuse to use them.” beverly jested, with an airy chuckle. always so stubborn, yet equally DETERMINED. “i like to think the sense of accomplishment at putting it together without it is worth the struggle. like sure, some of my other furniture pieces are a little WOBBLY, but they work.” her usual, affable grin quick to appear. “or maybe this one would be easier ??” she questioned, pointing to another. “what do you think ??”
while never having a top score on any game, beverly liked to think she was rather decent at a few arcade games. or well, at least she once was. she tended to stick to the classics, like pac-man or frogger. having just turned some cash into game tokens, bev had yet to notice the party until she got a bit closer. at the other’s words beverly chuckled lightly as she turned from the group to ginny. she quite liked, though was always a bit weary of the idea of ever having her own. she wouldn’t want to fuck them up. “i can see that. but no. just came here in attempts to get a TOP SCORE. though, maybe i should wait. with them around they’re bound to kick my ass && that’d then just be embarrassing,” bev quipped.
open starter location: gametime arcade
tendrils of red hair were falling from her ponytail as she made another pass through the party room. if only she could use magic. then maybe she wouldn’t be so overwhelmed with the constant requests from a group of eight-year-old muggle children and their equally demanding parents. she’d just taken out more napkins and paper plates when she noticed someone loitering by the front door. she signaled to them she’d be just a second as she set down the items and hurried over, grateful to be away from the deafening laughter and screams even if briefly. “ hey, sorry about that. things are a little chaotic at the moment. are you here for the birthday party? ” she asked, pushing the stray hairs behind her ear.
beverly never thought she’d meet someone who could talk as much as richie. perhaps he still beat lila out, but the fact that it was even close ?? she was pleasantly surprised. bev could practically hear what richie’s rant when she told him he had some competition. she didn’t mind it however, never did. if anything she liked listening — it was an easy way to stop her ongoing thoughts && at least this was interesting. italy — the food, the fashion, it was a place only for her dreams, or so it’d seem. “well, sounds like the definition of romance if you ask me. who knows, maybe he’ll find his way here. every good rom-com gets a sequel, right ??” wide smile warmed her features, lips pursed as she tried to recall. “i think we were talking about what we’d use our coins to wish for.” she pondered, rolling the penny in her hands as she looked from the other to the coin filled fountain. “i’m sure this is nothing compared to the trevi fountain. but now i honestly think i might use my wish for pizza.”
“that reminds me of italy last summer. my mom wanted to go back up there to spend some time with my family — which, sidebar, my family owns this cute little pizzeria up there and i swear! they have the best pizza i have ever tasted! — but, anyways, i met this guy. and it felt like.. love at first sight. he was the cutest i have ever seen, it was just so.. different! we spent almost the entire summer together,” lila sighed happily, reminiscing on what could have been a truthful story. lila lied like it was her job, so of course, here she was lying about another story. “he was like… mine for the summer. we went on hikes, ate at all of the restaurants that he wanted to show me. i felt like i was in the lizzie mcguire movie. and when the summer was nearly over, i took him to my family’s little pizzeria and we shared a slice of pizza and watched the sunset fall. it was the most romantic thing i have ever witnessed. sometimes i wish i could go back there, but i have my duties here,” lila shrugged lightly, a bright smile on her lips. she always held herself to make her stories look like they true. how could so many details be made up on the spot? “but enough about me, what were we talking about again?”
beverly wasn’t exactly on the tour because she cared about history. more so ever since the discovery of missing a few key memories she wanted to know more about this place. if she couldn’t remember everything that was gone, she at least wanted to know WHY it happened. what was actually real && what was only in her head, at the very least. but as she assumed, it wasn’t as if the tour was going to give her all the answers. why would it ever be so easy ?? with a sigh, she wandered to the other, arms crossed as digits rubbed at elbows ; a nervous, deep in thought habit of hers. “the books you mentioned, do they go back even further than the years you talked about or —” words trailed off, brows furrowed as bev noticed the other’s pasted expression. she offered a small, kind grin in return. “— long day ??” bev knew all about those.
How quickly things could change. The mood in the town seemed to match Lucy’s now and she didn’t once think she should do something to cheer things up. She was tired of the lies. Lies that she wouldn’t have to return to this wretched world. Lies that her oldest brother and sister believed so thoroughly, it made her angry and she was more and more frequently wishing they would never be able to remember anything ever again. She wished she could forget everything. Lucy had stopped caring. She felt nothing. Not even hatred. To feel hatred would mean she still cared about something. She went to work on autopilot, not listening to a word anyone else was saying let alone her own words. She had the dialogue memorized by now. She didn’t need to pay attention. “And that concludes the tour for today. If you’d like to learn more about the town, make sure to check the gift shop for books on the history of Ivywood. There’s a sale on books to the end of the week.” The pasted on smile fell away as soon as she turned from the group.
wxlksxflxfx / bill denbrough * !!
Listening to her, he wasn’t surprised by the respond that she was having. it was similar to the response that they all were having when they first went back to Derry. None of them remembered anything, and when they did, they all freaked out. Hearing her statement, he shook his head. “I’m sorry Bev, I wish it was. But it isn’t. This is what’s really happening.” If Bill knew of a way to get them all back to their homes, their lives, he would, but he had yet to figure anything out. “A couple of them died. Stan and Eddie. Well, Stan never made it back to Derry, and Eddie didn’t make it out of the fight.” He explained, keeping his voice low. “So far I only know of Mike not having them, but I haven’t talk to the others yet.”
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bill’s words only made her finish off the drink that much sooner. dead. in the bathtub — a thought she couldn’t place but was repeating over && over again. she could hardly imagine it. the group always felt like it was supposed to be seven. five would be incomplete. while she couldn’t remember it, already it felt like parts of her were missing. “— so what you’re saying is whatever is happening here is at least sort of like what happened at home, even the second time ??” focusing on missing memories would only cause stress at the given moment, bev instead tried to focus on something she maybe could somewhat handle. “if that’s the case then we gotta get out.” though hearing of the closed border wouldn’t help the cause. “you reckon whatever thing is blocking the ways out goes underneath the street level ?? that it’d—” she paused, hating to even say it. “— block passageways in the sewers too ??”
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.
edgcofgreat / ben hanscom * !!
Ben couldn’t help the blush that crept onto his cheeks. Jesus, he was a grown man, why was he acting like this? Because it’s Bev, that’s why. “ If it makes you feel any better, I’m sure you’re a more tolerable drunk than I am. ” He got giggly when he drank, and even though he knew that Bev had seen him like that before, something about her seeing him like that still made him nervous. “ Well, something tells me that this isn’t exactly the occasion to order a beer. ” He chuckled softly, looking toward the bar and shaking his head. He'd been in enough formal occasions to know that. “ Which is exactly why I’ve learned to appreciate a good whiskey. ”
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"oh, i don’t know about that ben hanscom ; i can’t see you ever being even remotely intolerable.” how bev behaved while intoxicated depended much on the drink of choice && what happened that night, ranging from the silent overly-emotional type to the happy, affectionate type. ever unpredictable as always. the thought came to her without many other clues, but it felt right. she’d get a clue as to why later that evening. “— you could probably be drunk && still design the prettiest of buildings. architect, right ??” bev mused, only to soon chuckle along with him. “damn, just what i was about to order.” she jested, ordering her usual vodka && mixer — this time cranberry juice. “well, cheers. to you being fancy && us being tolerable drunks.”
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.”
wxlksxflxfx / bill denbrough * !!
Listening to her, Bill couldn’t help the sigh that he left out. It wasn’t in frustration at her, but at the situation as a whole. This was going to be easier if they all had their memories, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards. “No, well, yes..” His head shook. “It’s complicated. We all lost our memories when we left town, but Mike stayed and brought us all back when IT came back twenty-seven years later. Long story short, our memories came back and we fought IT and finally destroyed him, but we lost some of our friends along the way.” He told her. “However, it seems we’re all here now, but some of us don’t have our memories anymore.” Bill knew this was going to be a lot for her, but part of him hoped it might help jog some of her memories. “We could never let him have that kind of power. We’d all be screwed in the end.”
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beverly’s mind tried to keep pace with bill’s proclamation, but it was near impossible. it certainly made some sense due to the lapse in time. going from the 80s to now had once seemed so normal ; never allowed to overthink it too much before she’d conveniently lose her train of thoughts or would imagine far worse nightmares. face losing most of its color, she somehow knew it was TRUE, what bill was saying. she turned to the nearby table, slightly trembling hands reaching for a much needed drink before forcing up a slight grin. “please tell me this is the plot of one of your future novels. it’s pretty damn good.” a few sips && sapphire gaze studied him closely, sucking in a deep breath. “what do you mean by LOST ??” did this also mean that some of the dreams she’d been having were actually true ?? how’d she ever know ?? “&& do you know who else doesn’t have them ??”
edgcofgreat / ben hanscom * !!
Bev grabbing onto his arms made Ben’s eyes widen slightly, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. It could’ve been worse. She could’ve lost all of her memories like some of the other people in town, but she hadn’t. She was still Bev, even if she didn’t remember their relationship. He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks as she mentioned his smile, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at all the NKOTB references. She was the only person that could make him smile like that, like nothing was wrong. “ Hey, being stuck with you isn’t so bad. ” In fact, it was really his best case scenario. “ I’ll never let you go. ”
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upon the return of ben’s smile, her own widened. “ah, there it is again ; my favorite one.” words were uttered before she could stop them, however it felt right. it was TRUE. while unsure of the whole party to begin with, bev had to admit it was nice, this was nice. a bit of normalcy, something she never had. brow arched in almost a playful challenge. something about the way he looked at her always made her a bit nervous, but in the good way. “— we’ll see if you keep saying that as the night goes on. i may be your valentine girl, but i’m an annoying drunk. if in my sights you’ll be forced to dance eventually.” laughter chimed along to the music as hands released their grasp, nodding towards the drinks. “what’s your poison these days, new kid ??”
wxlksxflxfx / bill denbrough * !!
Bill nodded his head, starting to realize that maybe Bev didn’t have all of her memories. “Beverly,” He started, making sure he was careful with how he asked his question. “How much do you remember? About everything.” He wanted to know if she remembered the second fight with Pennywise, or if maybe she was like Mike and had forgotten some parts. “We could definitely take that plan sure! I can promise you Richie would be completely up for it. Sure he would have a blast.”
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it was EMBARASSING, forgetting about one’s childhood && friends. but with bill && the losers she didn’t question honesty like she did with others. “well —i didn’t really remember you or the others till i saw you. i’ve always had dreams of It but always thought they were just nightmares. some still are but it’s nice to understand them a bit despite knowing It might come back.” even now as she tried to sort the timeline out it was confusing, like there were blockages in her own mind. “why ?? did that happen to you too ?? ” a light chuckle, this time a bit more joyous at the idea. “oh for sure. maybe we shouldn’t let him pick out everyone’s fake pasts though. we’ll all have storylines that could be in any soap opera or worse, guaranteed.”
fadedlustre / mike hanlon * !!
it was weird. getting hugs from any of the losers was… it was an experience. he really hadn’t realised just how much he missed his friends over the last few years even if apparently he’d seen them until they all came back. he laughed at her comment, although it was a surprise. did… was bev affected like he was? “i’ve been good,” he replied, shaking his head as he took a step back and just took in the woman for a moment. “i mean, you know, aside from being dragged into another strange town and everything. how have you been?”
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bev’s smile faltered at his words. “bill mentioned popping up outta nowhere ; did that happen to you too ??” it was indescribable, how it felt to remember them && to have them here with her. but she didn’t want it if it meant this place was anything like derry. ivywood once felt like the HOME she never had. but now it’d be a lie to say she wasn’t worried. regardless, a grin once again tugged at her lips. “i’ve been alright. managed to miraculously make it through school && have been trying this fashion thing out.” eyes bright, brow arched at a thought. “drinks to celebrate ?? besides i wanna hear everything. how’s the farm ?? && florida, right ?? please tell me you went somehow, someway.”
wxlksxflxfx / bill denbrough * !!
Bill looked at her at little confused before responding. “What do I mean about the town? I mean, all these people randomly popped up here, including us. I don’t understand how these people just showed up. Like, it doesn’t make sense unless you want to believe in the idea of a parallel universe or something.” He offered, shrugging his shoulders as he thought about it more. “It’s not bad, but I don’t trust.” He continued. “They’ll catch us soon enough, unless we all stay apart. No groups bigger than three. Then it’ll be harder for them to find us within the crowd.”
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“wait—” a pause as gaze lingered, attempting to decipher it all. “you’re serious ??” if it were anyone else but one of the losers beverly wouldn’t believe it. but they had gone through so much in that summer, have seen inexplicable things. she didn’t doubt bill’s words. “i wouldn’t say anything is impossible anymore, unfortunately.” she muttered, lips pursed in thought as she tried to understand. “but we still have some TIME. before — you know. && we’re not in derry. It can’t leave.” hopefully. even in the midst of confusion there was comfort in the jests, smile once again crossing her lips. “good plan, big bill. we can create new identities, give ourselves whole new backstories so they’ll never guess such losers are crashing their party. it’d be like we were never here.”
edgcofgreat / ben hanscom * !!
This should have been a fun night, especially now that Beverly was here with him, but Ben just couldn’t bring himself to let loose. One would think that, with this being the second time that Bev didn’t remember their relationship now, he’d know what to do, but unfortunately he was just as lost as the last time. “ Hey, if anyone here’s wearing a clip-on, it’s Richie. Not me. ” He chuckled softly, trying to stop his expression from falling but ultimately failing. Suddenly he felt as though he was twelve years old again. “ I dunno, maybe. ”
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brows furrowed tightly in immediate CONCERN at his fallen expression. her heart ached deeply to see him upset, it always had. this time however, the feeling was accompanied by the inkling suspicion that she was missing something. a stir of the heart that only started when she saw ben && some of the other losers again. hands grasped his arms, squeezing them comfortingly. “hey, i’m already missing that smile. besides, you got it. keep hangin’ tough && take it step by step. maybe we can even ask the boys in the band to play one of your favorite songs to make you feel better.” face remained stoic for only a moment before beverly could no longer hide her smirk. perhaps too many NKOTB references, but she couldn’t help herself — she had time to make up for. “&& if not impressed, their loss. plus, that simply means you’re stuck with me the rest of the night.”
wxlksxflxfx / bill denbrough * !!
Bill would’ve loved something that kept him from thinking about everything that was going, but probably not as much as he would’ve like to just go home. When he heard Bev’s voice, he turned and laughed at her words. “Well, I don’t think there was much farther you could fall from there.” He teased, laughing once more. “Um, yeah, it’s kind of a nice. But honestly I think my mind is more on what’s going on with this town. Although, you do have a point about the Losers not being invited to something like this. Seems like they’ve let their guest list fall into the gutters a bit.”
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hearing bill laugh only made her usual smile wider. they all had it a bit rough, especially back in derry. beverly liked, yearned, to lighten that burden for those she cared for even if it was only for a moment. “what do you mean ??” while affable expression remained, it was now mixed with a bit of confusion. from what she could remember her aunt chose to move them here. right ?? “it’s not so bad. though admittedly, living here the rest of my life sounds AWFUL.” beverly chuckled at his words, nodding her head in amusement. “oh, i’m sure it was a mistake on their part. i half expect we’ll be kicked out in no time. but hey, we just gotta make a scene && it’ll increase our street cred.”
missing people beverly didn’t know she should be missing was quite an ODD feeling, but fuck was it s t r o n g the moment she saw any of the losers’ faces. the best of friends she’d ever had. yet, all forgotten in the haze of childhood. “oh my god, mike !!” eyes crinkled along a joyous smile as she met him where he stood, arms wrapping around him in a warm embrace. MEMORIES — a deep voice, the day these bonds were forged, a bloodied rock, a different voice, one mentioning that he heard the name mike, though that one of the three immediately forgotten again. “look at you, all grown up.” she teased, squeezing once more before pulling away to get another look. “how the hell have you been ??”
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mike was in a weirdly good place, mentally right now. most of his other friends had turned up and although he knew his memories weren’t quite right, at least he had the information he needed to keep going. and this gala was nice. seeing so many people with their loved ones, happy with each other, it put the nightmares he had of pennywise to the back of his mind. here, he could do what richie had asked of him - think about something that wasn’t it or the strange events that brought them to this town. what he could do, however, was be thrilled to see beverly. “you’re here too,” he exclaimed, stepping forward. “bev?”
beverly may not have lived under her father’s thumb for quite some time, but the process of learning about herself && getting comfortable with that was ongoing. formal dresses, galas, they weren’t quite her thing yet. bev’s smile in reply was INSTANT. “eh, i feel —” the words pretty silly quickly dropped off at the SINCERITY of his expression. “— thanks.” cheeks rosy as sapphire gaze then took him in fully. “is that a clip-on??” beverly teased before tugging playfully at his tie. real. “well, now i can officially say the same to you.” she reached to straighten his tie && pocket square despite how perfectly placed they already were. “you trying to impress somebody ??”
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Ben shouldn’t feel awkward around Bev, especially not after everything they’d been through together, but her not remembering their relationship made him feel like that twelve year old boy that was head over heels in love with her back in Derry. Still, there was no one else that he would have rather spent this event with, so he made his way over to her. “ Hey, Beverly. ” He smiled, taking a moment to look down at her outfit and hoping that the look on his face wasn’t too obvious. “ You, uh… You look really nice. ”
