(It's technically Gucci who finds out that Beverly is in the house first. There's a snuffling at Beverly's door and then a determined paw knocking that door right on open. Gucci comes trotting in and upon seeing Beverly proceeds to act like she's known Beverly her whole life. The dog's body goes into wiggle overdrive as she wags her tail. She's not a jumper, but you betchya she's nosing and pawing at Bev's leg.
Not far after is Eddie who comes strolling into the room looking frazzled.)
Gucci, what the hell are you---
(Then he sees Beverly and all at once he goes from frazzled to delighted. His eyes pop wide open and his grin stretches across his face.)
Hot shit! (The last time they had seen each other had been...hard. And some part of Eddie had anticipated it had just been some fluke of chance. Deerington did that sometimes. But if Beverly was here then that meant...That meant she had to really be here. Just to confirm Eddie whips his arm up to check out his Fluid and sure enough- there's Beverly's name.)
Hot shit! You really are here! (Eddie bounces forward just a few steps into her room, and Gucci's whining now for depraved attention.)
That means you're my roomie. Welcome to-- (Eddie pauses and frowns, realizing Chloe and him had never come up with some dumbass name for their house.)
Whatever. Welcome home, Bev. (That's what mattered.)
[Beverly is surprised at the sudden appearance of Dog, a little nervous because it is really going at her, but that quickly turns into delight. Bev has never had a pet, of course, but it's too easy to say hi to the little fluffball, reach out, and start petting her.
She's about to ask the dog her nameβplayfully of course, she figures this one isn't an alien raccoonβwhen her name is called out and Eddie walks right in.]
Hi.
[That's all she can say, sort of stunned by this entire sequence of events. (Eddie has a dog? Eddie has a dog named Gucci?) But as he slowly reaches the conclusion that yes, she's really here, she just laughs.
Petting a sweet dog's soft fur, hearing someone she loves tell her "Welcome home," it's kind of a lot. She has to bite her lip, and part of her almost can't believe she's here either, even though she just laughed at Eddie for that.]
Yeah, of... of course I'm here. I told you.
[That she'd do anything to make sure they stuck together.]
When did you get a dog? Did you really name it Gucci?
(Similarly Eddie had never had a pet before Deerington. Lord would his mother have had an absolute stroke if she knew. He could practically hear her wailing of Eddie! Your allergies! You know you're allergic to pet dander! But he wasn't. Just like he wasn't asthmatic. All the same he can't blame anyone's surprise for the dog. It was Eddie after all.)
...Yeah, you did. (At the back of his mind he couldn't help but think of how often he'd seen the Losers phase in and out of the world, but Bev really was here, and he didn't want to waste anymore time thinking about what if she wasn't. So his voice winds up soft and affectionate.)
She's new. I got her only like...A month ago maybe? Just showed up in my bed one day and was a total lover. Isn't that right, sweetheart?
(He pitches his voice up towards the last sentence, and it's evident that he's talking directly to Gucci rather than Beverly. He walks over and scoops Gucci up into her arms. She wasn't a big dog- only 21 lbs, but Eddie was a small boy so it was an armful of dog enough.)
Um- (Eddie feels a bit of heat rushing to his face, and he can't help but mildly regret the name now. He wondered if Chloe was right about making him more obvious. He swallows a bit and gives a hesitant nod.)
Yeah. (Eddie forces a smile though, and steps closer to Bev, tipping his body in a way that pretty much invited her to pet Gucci as much as she liked.)
I did it mostly to spite Chloe. She hates that I have Gucci fannypacks and stuff. So I thought it'd be funny. Plus it's kind of a cute dog name, right?
(Please say right. Lord. But oh! His eyes brighten and he seems to forget his shyness about the name.)
Christ! You don't know Chloe, huh? She's another girl who lives here. Well, woman, I guess, since she's like in her twenties. She's got blue hair and tattoos and is kind of an asshole? But she reminds me a lot of Richie so she's good- and then Max lives here too. She's Chloe's best friend from home and she's really nice too. Um-. Sorry. I know it's a lot to be told you're suddenly living with uh- me and then two women you've never met before.
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[Bev's mouth quirks as Eddie gets soft as hell about his dog, because that's so endearing. Gucci gets some enthusiastic petting around her floppy ears as soon as she's back within reach. Bev only looks back up at Eddie when he says the fated phrase.]
You have Gucci fannypacks? I didn't even know they made those!
[Bev isn't laughing at him for that, though. Well, not for any reason he might be fearing. She's laughing because it's like Eddie dialed up to 11, now that he's free to be more himself, and she's delighted by it.]
It is a cute name. It fits her, too. Right, Gucci?
[Bev doesn't want to smother the dog too much, though, so she looks back up at Eddie after a few more gentle scratches around the puppy's little head. Right, of course there are other people Eddie's met while he's been here, he's had years to do it. It is a little weird, though, to think about other people hanging out with any of the Losers. Sure, there were some people who talked to them, it wasn't like they were totally exiled, but...
Well, they all came together for a reason.]
I really can't imagine two Richies in the same room. Um...
[Beverly's hand absently comes to fiddle with the latchkey at her chest, hanging from its chain.]
Would they be okay with it? With me staying with you. All of you, I mean.
im only sorry you have to mutually experience it sometiems
ugh dont remind me. that practically makes it WORSE.
(That moment when Eddie doesn't even realize he's being quite so blunt. Problem here is that he felt very safe with Bev and a bit like she understood him- and it didn't really help that his memories sometimes blurred. He'd told Bev before- and so some part of him forgets that this wasn't quite that Bev.
[Some small part of Bev catches that slip up. Most of her wants to move on and ignore it, especially since she figures she might just be misinterpreting it.
But after a second of trying to justify a different meaning, it's pretty clear there isn't one. Not one that makes sense.
But saying anything about it outright? That feels, to a girl born and raised in Derry, like a terrible insult.]
Richie got pretty upset about all that too. Is he okay?
what. no. i literally spent the 12th and 13th at your house how did you miss this.
[ maybe because you were holed up in eddie's room the whole time you weirdo. ]
no, we're gonna coordinate our outfits, which means I have to see you before the party so we all show up wearing the same thing. sort of the same thing.
[ There's a package addressed to Beverly on the front step. Inside is a skateboard. There's no card or anything attached that would give away who the sender is. Happy Hanukkah! ]
[ there's no real warning or reason to expect a visit from richie after his and eddie's fight over group chat. richie's been silent in the chat for hours now, though if she bothered to ask either of them, bev would find out that eddie and bill have been receiving increasingly strange texts from him for a little while now, but nothing has been sent bev's way in that time.
no, much like his previous unannounced invasion of her room, richie tumbles through her bedroom window by accident, somehow even more of a mess and tangle of limbs than he had been when he was delirious with illness. it would take less than a glance to determine that he's drunk. even more so than he had been at eddie's birthday party, tearful and swaying faintly in front of her.
he squints up at her from his painful sprawl on the floor of beverly's bedroom and squints at her from behind his thick, smudged glasses. ]
... why d'you keep switching windows with Eds, Bev?
[ he asks her with slow, slurred speech, sounding genuinely mystified. ]
[Beverly might sound a little more clipped than usual. She's always been one of the quieter ones for the most part, within the group at least, and maybe Richie is too... whatever it is this time to notice.
Though that doesn't stop Bev from checking him over, crouching down to put a hand to his forehead to be sure.]
...You're drunk.
[It's not the temperature, but she's familiar enough with the smell.]
[ richie is actually pretty well trained to notice the dulcet tones of disappointment or displeasure in a person's voice, thanks to dear old maggs, but he's already so deep in his own self constructed pit of self loathing at this point that it hardly even registers outside of some vague idea that it's the least he deserves at this rate.
he nods along in agreement to her first comment, looking almost pleased with himself as he suggests: ] "Nnnooooooooo Richie's allowed", in letters big enough that even I can see 'em.
[ he leans into her hand like a dog seeking comfort, as brief as the point of contact is, eyes too bright and rimmed with red. far, far too honest in the answer he gives bev for her second observation, voice a low whisper like he's sharing a secret.
because, well, he is. ]
I hate it. The feel of it. I only do it when I hate myself more.
[All the Losers get the same thing, just in different colors. There are 12 in each bundle, wrapped with a matching ribbon. Ben, not able to afford gifts this year, went and got creative. He spent some time in his room painting and building and gluing them together, with the hopes that they aren't too silly or dumb.]
[Worried that 'flowers' given to 'boys' might be dumb though, he doesn't sign his name at all. Though it won't be hard to tell who it was from. Instead he just writes on the tag on each one:]
Bev
Spring is memory Fragrance from a walled garden Calls to the Loser
Have some Spring in Winter, Merry Christmas
[Found on the front door of Bev's place is this, but wrapped in a ribbon and tag and softly placed there. Right next to a bundle for Eddie. they are orange and yellow colors because that remind him of her.]
(Bev will find a small silk bag dangling from her doorknob outside of her room one day. A simple tag tied around the bag lets her know that the gift inside is from Eddie. On the back of the tag is a small note:
This isn't to encourage you to keep smoking, just so you know, but this thing might be useful for you in a place like this.
QUIT SMOKING. I love you
-Eddie
Inside is a rose gold lighter with the inscription "For Mrs. Thunderfuck" on the bottom.
This is an enchanted zippo though. The zippo never runs out of fluid, can never be damaged, and the zippo has to physically be closed for the flame to go out. It can't be blown out or put out with water. However this is just the flame from the zippo. Any fires started using the zippo can still be put out as normal. Zippo will also magically somehow always be right where Beverly expects to find it.)
[ Thereβs a box wrapped in gold paper and inside is a set of movies; Mona Lisa Smile, The Devil Wears Prada, Legally Blonde, The Runaways, and Brave. Thereβs also a basket of movie snacks to go with it. ]
[ A box wrapped in gold colored paper is left by his doorstep. Inside is a slingshot and many silver pellets. The slingshot is engraved with the words 'Losers'. There is also a box of ammunition for her weapon and a box of cupcakes. Attached is a small card that says:
Bev,
First weapon I ever used was a slingshot, and I've had a fondness for them ever since. People underestimate a slingshot, so they have no idea how powerful it can be. Kind of like your little gang. Let me know if you need any help using it.
I know what it's like being the only girl in a group full of boys, so you stay strong and if you ever need anything from a woman, you come talk to me. In the meantime, enjoy the gifts.
~Ashe
P.S. The cupcakes are from B.O.B. he enjoys baking.
[ richie hadn't hesitated to give bev her main present of the emoji yoyos along with a shirt boldly declaring anxiety in whichever style is preferable to beverly, the way he'd been delivering everyone else's gifts with a little note that just said:
teach me your ways some time, yoyo master ;).
he had another gift though that required a conversation with bev first. something of a followup to the drunken mess of a confession/apology session he'd had with her roughly a week before.
hopefully, this one goes easier than the last. richie even makes a point of knocking at her bedroom door and waiting instead of just barging in through her window like he has for every other desperate, terrible conversation he's had with her in deerington so far. ]
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action - day of bev's...arrival? move in? whatever idk you know what this is
Not far after is Eddie who comes strolling into the room looking frazzled.)
Gucci, what the hell are you---
(Then he sees Beverly and all at once he goes from frazzled to delighted. His eyes pop wide open and his grin stretches across his face.)
Hot shit! (The last time they had seen each other had been...hard. And some part of Eddie had anticipated it had just been some fluke of chance. Deerington did that sometimes. But if Beverly was here then that meant...That meant she had to really be here. Just to confirm Eddie whips his arm up to check out his Fluid and sure enough- there's Beverly's name.)
Hot shit! You really are here! (Eddie bounces forward just a few steps into her room, and Gucci's whining now for depraved attention.)
That means you're my roomie. Welcome to-- (Eddie pauses and frowns, realizing Chloe and him had never come up with some dumbass name for their house.)
Whatever. Welcome home, Bev. (That's what mattered.)
mfw....
She's about to ask the dog her nameβplayfully of course, she figures this one isn't an alien raccoonβwhen her name is called out and Eddie walks right in.]
Hi.
[That's all she can say, sort of stunned by this entire sequence of events. (Eddie has a dog? Eddie has a dog named Gucci?) But as he slowly reaches the conclusion that yes, she's really here, she just laughs.
Petting a sweet dog's soft fur, hearing someone she loves tell her "Welcome home," it's kind of a lot. She has to bite her lip, and part of her almost can't believe she's here either, even though she just laughed at Eddie for that.]
Yeah, of... of course I'm here. I told you.
[That she'd do anything to make sure they stuck together.]
When did you get a dog? Did you really name it Gucci?
this gonna be tender good
...Yeah, you did. (At the back of his mind he couldn't help but think of how often he'd seen the Losers phase in and out of the world, but Bev really was here, and he didn't want to waste anymore time thinking about what if she wasn't. So his voice winds up soft and affectionate.)
She's new. I got her only like...A month ago maybe? Just showed up in my bed one day and was a total lover. Isn't that right, sweetheart?
(He pitches his voice up towards the last sentence, and it's evident that he's talking directly to Gucci rather than Beverly. He walks over and scoops Gucci up into her arms. She wasn't a big dog- only 21 lbs, but Eddie was a small boy so it was an armful of dog enough.)
Um- (Eddie feels a bit of heat rushing to his face, and he can't help but mildly regret the name now. He wondered if Chloe was right about making him more obvious. He swallows a bit and gives a hesitant nod.)
Yeah. (Eddie forces a smile though, and steps closer to Bev, tipping his body in a way that pretty much invited her to pet Gucci as much as she liked.)
I did it mostly to spite Chloe. She hates that I have Gucci fannypacks and stuff. So I thought it'd be funny. Plus it's kind of a cute dog name, right?
(Please say right. Lord. But oh! His eyes brighten and he seems to forget his shyness about the name.)
Christ! You don't know Chloe, huh? She's another girl who lives here. Well, woman, I guess, since she's like in her twenties. She's got blue hair and tattoos and is kind of an asshole? But she reminds me a lot of Richie so she's good- and then Max lives here too. She's Chloe's best friend from home and she's really nice too. Um-. Sorry. I know it's a lot to be told you're suddenly living with uh- me and then two women you've never met before.
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You have Gucci fannypacks? I didn't even know they made those!
[Bev isn't laughing at him for that, though. Well, not for any reason he might be fearing. She's laughing because it's like Eddie dialed up to 11, now that he's free to be more himself, and she's delighted by it.]
It is a cute name. It fits her, too. Right, Gucci?
[Bev doesn't want to smother the dog too much, though, so she looks back up at Eddie after a few more gentle scratches around the puppy's little head. Right, of course there are other people Eddie's met while he's been here, he's had years to do it. It is a little weird, though, to think about other people hanging out with any of the Losers. Sure, there were some people who talked to them, it wasn't like they were totally exiled, but...
Well, they all came together for a reason.]
I really can't imagine two Richies in the same room. Um...
[Beverly's hand absently comes to fiddle with the latchkey at her chest, hanging from its chain.]
Would they be okay with it? With me staying with you. All of you, I mean.
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private text p much directly after marriage thread
but i dont know why boys are AS fucking dumb as they are
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Sometimes it's funny in a cute way instead of an annoying way.
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ugh dont remind me. that practically makes it WORSE.
(That moment when Eddie doesn't even realize he's being quite so blunt. Problem here is that he felt very safe with Bev and a bit like she understood him- and it didn't really help that his memories sometimes blurred. He'd told Bev before- and so some part of him forgets that this wasn't quite that Bev.
Oops.)
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But after a second of trying to justify a different meaning, it's pretty clear there isn't one. Not one that makes sense.
But saying anything about it outright? That feels, to a girl born and raised in Derry, like a terrible insult.]
Richie got pretty upset about all that too. Is he okay?
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wow ok this got fucking long and sappy lmafao
yeah like my wang
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cw mentions of sexual harassment..........
cw mentions of sexual harassment....... and now homophobia
CW: HM, YEAH, HM, ITS BAD HERE (csa and sexual harassment and its stephen king)
CW: HM, YEAH, HM, ITS BAD HERE (csa and sexual harassment and its stephen king)
CW: HM, YEAH, HM, ITS BAD HERE (csa and sexual harassment and its stephen king)
CW: HM, YEAH, HM, ITS BAD HERE (csa and sexual harassment and its stephen king)
text on the 15th;
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[ maybe because you were holed up in eddie's room the whole time you weirdo. ]
no, we're gonna coordinate our outfits, which means I have to see you before the party so we all show up wearing the same thing. sort of the same thing.
listen, I have shirts for us okay.
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President of the Losers Club.
Why? Is he ok?
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what kind of stuff does he like?? i asked him to that party this month but i dont know him real well
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cw emeto reference
cw: canon-typical violent homophobia, slurs, AIDS mention, general ignorance, the WHOLE shebang
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delivery on the 22nd
action; hours after the group chat disaster
no, much like his previous unannounced invasion of her room, richie tumbles through her bedroom window by accident, somehow even more of a mess and tangle of limbs than he had been when he was delirious with illness. it would take less than a glance to determine that he's drunk. even more so than he had been at eddie's birthday party, tearful and swaying faintly in front of her.
he squints up at her from his painful sprawl on the floor of beverly's bedroom and squints at her from behind his thick, smudged glasses. ]
... why d'you keep switching windows with Eds, Bev?
[ he asks her with slow, slurred speech, sounding genuinely mystified. ]
late late late
[Beverly might sound a little more clipped than usual. She's always been one of the quieter ones for the most part, within the group at least, and maybe Richie is too... whatever it is this time to notice.
Though that doesn't stop Bev from checking him over, crouching down to put a hand to his forehead to be sure.]
...You're drunk.
[It's not the temperature, but she's familiar enough with the smell.]
even later, yo cw: self-injury sort of
he nods along in agreement to her first comment, looking almost pleased with himself as he suggests: ] "Nnnooooooooo Richie's allowed", in letters big enough that even I can see 'em.
[ he leans into her hand like a dog seeking comfort, as brief as the point of contact is, eyes too bright and rimmed with red. far, far too honest in the answer he gives bev for her second observation, voice a low whisper like he's sharing a secret.
because, well, he is. ]
I hate it. The feel of it. I only do it when I hate myself more.
cw: underage smoking as well now
cw: underage smoking as well now
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Delivery - Just before Christmas
[Worried that 'flowers' given to 'boys' might be dumb though, he doesn't sign his name at all. Though it won't be hard to tell who it was from. Instead he just writes on the tag on each one:]
Bev
Spring is memory
Fragrance from a walled garden
Calls to the Loser
Have some Spring in Winter, Merry Christmas
[Found on the front door of Bev's place is this, but wrapped in a ribbon and tag and softly placed there. Right next to a bundle for Eddie. they are orange and yellow colors because that remind him of her.]
gift cxmas
This isn't to encourage you to keep smoking, just so you know, but this thing might be useful for you in a place like this.
QUIT SMOKING. I love you
-Eddie
Inside is a rose gold lighter with the inscription "For Mrs. Thunderfuck" on the bottom.
This is an enchanted zippo though. The zippo never runs out of fluid, can never be damaged, and the zippo has to physically be closed for the flame to go out. It can't be blown out or put out with water. However this is just the flame from the zippo. Any fires started using the zippo can still be put out as normal. Zippo will also magically somehow always be right where Beverly expects to find it.)
delivered on christmas
Delivered on Christmas
First weapon I ever used was a slingshot, and I've had a fondness for them ever since. People underestimate a slingshot, so they have no idea how powerful it can be. Kind of like your little gang. Let me know if you need any help using it.
I know what it's like being the only girl in a group full of boys, so you stay strong and if you ever need anything from a woman, you come talk to me. In the meantime, enjoy the gifts.
~Ashe
P.S. The cupcakes are from B.O.B. he enjoys baking.
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action; backdated to the 25th
teach me your ways some time, yoyo master ;).
he had another gift though that required a conversation with bev first. something of a followup to the drunken mess of a confession/apology session he'd had with her roughly a week before.
hopefully, this one goes easier than the last. richie even makes a point of knocking at her bedroom door and waiting instead of just barging in through her window like he has for every other desperate, terrible conversation he's had with her in deerington so far. ]