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Hi! I did I already started working on it, but I most likely wonāt have it uploaded until Monday or something as is this is a busy week š Iām working on it though!
Summary:Ā could you right something with Eddies daughter where she comes to Derry, and instead of stabbing Eddie, Bowers stabs her?Ā
A/N: I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think!Ā
The disturbing atmosphere that hangs around Derry as a whole is not in any way lessened by the state of the old townhouse.
Sara is not a germaphobe on the same level of her father in any way, but the state of the hotel, if itās even worth calling it that, leaves much to be desired. The flaked paint, carpeted flours where black marks are left on, creaking stairs with no elevator, and the complete abandonment of both the reception and bar did not claim this hotel was well taken care off.
Still, Sarah tries to ignore the warning signs and sits in the bar lobby, twiddling on her phone over a glass of lemonade, that she had to pour herself par for the course, and waits patiently. Sheās not sure if she should be repacking or not, but her dad left without warning or explanation, so she stays put.
The stairs creak for the so manyāthe time, but sheās gotten so used to the sound that she doesnāt bother looking up. Instead she wonders if thereās anybody else in this godforsaken town, other than her father and his friends.
āThis is so stupidā, she whispers under her breath, letting out a deep sigh of resignation. She would go about and explore, to see all the places her dad had in his childhood, because sheās getting extremely bored now, and the urge to pace around and do something, anything is almost overwhelming. But, Eddie was panic-stricken at the mere prospect of Sara joining the group on their little adventure, so utterly terrified it left her shaky herself.
Itās weird to be in the town her father grew up in, but itās even more strange to meet the people he was supposedly best friends with. They donāt seem like the type of people Eddie would be keen to hang out with back in New York, but maybe her father is just as good at hiding things from her as he is for her mother.
The more general idea of her dad and his friends bring up more questions than answers. Where have this people been for all her life. Why had they never hung out with her dad before? Why isnāt there a picture of them in her house?
Sheās eager to learn more about them, but she heeds Eddieās warnings, sinking further back in her chair. A few minutes later she rises, deciding to scout out the hotel at least ā despite what horrible unsanitary things she might find, but a door opening stops her.
A woman, the only woman in her Dadās group of friends stumbles in, her breath gasping and shaky. She searches around the entry way with her eyes, but sees no one, not even Sara, whose cover by the wall separating the bar and hallway.
āIs anybody here?ā Beverly, she now recalls, asks, plucking a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket with severely trembling fingers. Out of her other pocket she grabs a lighter, but it takes her three tries before she can get the flame close enough to the cigarette, thanks to her tremor.
āShitā, she curses after the second time, and for a moment it looks like sheās about to put it back, but instead she aims again.
An instinctive part of her, the part that was raised by two people warning her about the danger of mundane things, wants to tell her cigarettes are bad for her. The part that saw how controlling her mother is towards her father, urges her to stay quiet. Itās not Saraās place, but either way, the woman looks like sheās halfway to knocking on deathās door.
āIām hereā, she calls out hesitantly, knowing that sheās not the one Beverly is looking for. Still, it feels weird to not acknowledge her, and to leave her be so crestfallen.
Beverlyās head whips around, and for a second there is no recognition on her face. Her face and eyes harden, almost like sheās preparing to battle, but then Bevās brain catches up and her eyes soften.
āOh, sorry I didnāt see you there.ā
āItās okayā, Sara assures, watching wearily as Beverly lets herself drop on the bottom step of the stairs.
āDo you mindā, the woman asks, monitoring with her hand towards the cigarette. It usually does, Sara learned about the dangers of second hand smoke inhalation, but sheās not interested in starting a discussion. For a reason she canāt understand, sheās desperate for these people to like her, the same way they like her dad.
āAre you okay?ā Sara dares to ask as she inches closer. She keeps a good distance away from Bev, so none of the smoke reaches her.
āNoā, Bev laughs without humor, ābut no one ever is in this town.ā She suddenly looks Sara straight in the eyes, with the same intensity Eddie had when he firmly told her to stay put and not leave the townhouse. āYou stay with one of us from now on, okay? Itās not safe to be here by yourself.ā
Sara nods dumbly, feeling compelled to do so. Sheās just about to ask for more answers, for the why and where and how, but a second āloserā burst through the door, at least as if not more spooked as Beverly.
Itās Ben, who calls out for Bev immediately, and Sara may not know anything about the losers club, but she knows that Bev and Ben are it for each other.
āBev, are you okay?ā Ben asks without noticing Sara there. Sara flushes, feeling like a third wheel almost instantly, despite Benās apologetic look he sends.
āSorry I-ā
āIām going upstairs,ā Sara exclaims, walking up the stairs two steps at a time.
āSara waitā, Beverly bellows, trying to stop Sara before she gets too far.
āItās fine, Iām not alone, you guys are right downstairs. If somethings wrong Iāll just yell.ā Sara promises, barely glancing back at the two adults.
Ben and Bev make complicated faces, but eventually they both nod, turning back to their own conversation.
Sara reaches the top of the stairs, but there she has to pause for a minute. Though she has been unsettled this whole time, a whole new wave of eerie washes over her. Sheās not sure what brought it on, but whatever it is makes her shiver down to her bones.
She considers going back downstairs, but Ben and Bev have picked up a new conversation topic, and she doesnāt want to disturb them. Sara vehemently ignores her own warning signs, and saunters towards her hotel room. While she does, she quickly peeks across the hallway, but sees no immediate danger -expect the black mold stains- there.
She opens the door, and the distant eerie feeling switches in a minute, into acute danger. Sara knows without a sliver of a doubt from the second she step into the townhouse that sheās in deep trouble. Unfortunately, her reflexes are not as quick on the mark as her senses, and she only notices the knife punching her way when the blade has already marked her skin.
She falls back, and canāt do anything to stop a second attack from striking itās goal. A pocket knife breaches the skin of her cheek, straight through he tissue, and reappears on the other side. Sara canāt even scream before she scrambles up, hands pushing at her attackers chest to get him away.
Her attacker, a man with a mullet that appears like he hasnāt washed in multiple weeks, grins ominous and licks his lips.
āNot who is was send here to killā, he spits, reaching for Saraās ankle and dragging her down when she tries to run. āBut this isnāt so bad either.ā
Before he gets another chance to do any other damage, Sara pulls the knife out her own cheek, smothering a scream, and holds it out in defense. She didnāt expect the man to thrown himself on top of her, plunging the knife in his own chest, but then again, he doesnāt seem to be in a right state of mind.
She canāt stop and think about it anyway, so she kicks his sluggish body away from her, and clambers upright. The man lays still face down, so Sara canāt see if heās still breathing or not. Ā She canāt feel the wound, are any part of her body for that matter, and she canāt believe she just pulled a knife out of her own cheek. A strange tingling panic begins to trickle over her body, as she forces her feet to move.
āItās fine, itās fineā, Sara whispers to herself as she back up, praying that she wonāt trip, and that the man who just attacked her wonāt jump up and try to attack her again. She canāt comprehend what just happened, thanks to shock probably, but she falls straight back into her survival tactic she uses at home.
If she ever got hurt there, she would keep quiet, and deal with that pain herself -or tell her after making him promise not to tell her mom-. To her shock filled mind, keeping quiet seems like the best option.
She continuous to stumble backwards until sheās out of the room. āItās fineā, she continuous to implant in herself, āit doesnāt even hurt, if thereās no wound, Iām not telling anyone.ā
Of course, as per usual, the instant she thinks that, blood starts gushing out of her cheek like a tap that just got opened. The copper taste of blood, overwhelming and disgusting, triggers her brain, and suddenly, the pain she thought wasnāt there, hits her full force.
She screams, this time in pain, and the scream alerts the people downstairs promptly. Ā
Their footsteps ruffle up the stairs faster than she can follow, so the first touch against her arm makes her let out a screech. Her dadās face swims into her line of vision, blurred by unshed tears. Beverly and Ben are right behind them, their faces agape when the notice the wound and the blood streaming into her mouth.
āOh holy shit. Sara stay still.ā He insists with a panic filled voice. He brings his hand up, most likely to cover up her wound, but then seems to think the better of it with infection. Sara has seen Eddie in panic filled states many times before, but never had his face taken on the same greyish tone it does now, and never has lips trembled so much he can barely speak.
āDadā, Sara whispers, her voice cracking on that one syllable, blood gushes out like a waterfall. She pitches forward, knowing full well that Eddie will freak out at the idea of blood all over him, but not caring for a second. Eddie doesnāt care either, his arms wrapping around Saraās heaving frame and pulling her as close as humanly possible. When her dad got here is a mystery, but Sara is so thankful he arrived when he did. The comfort he radiates, even with his stressed behavior, is enough to settle her back into her skin.
āFuck I- I donāt know what to do.ā Eddie strains, one of his hand cupping the back of Saraās neck, trying to take a look at the wound.
āIām going to go get a first aid kitā, Beverly soothes as she scrambles away to go get the material.
āWaiāt,ā Sara screams muffled, pulling back from her dad and reaching for Bev even though sheās out of reach. The departure of the woman suddenly reminded her of the man still in her room, and the fact that everyone was in danger.
āThe guy in my roomā, she rushes out, pointing to the door. Her dadās face lights up in a furry, more angry then she has ever seen him before. She would cower if she didnāt realize it was not aimed at her. Eddie presses a quick kiss to her forehead, gently towards her if anything else, but then sprints away into their room. Ben follows without question.
āWait, dadā, Sara whimpers, terrified that he might get hurt too.
āHeāll be okay,ā Beverly says as she tugs Sara further away and then helps her slide down to the floor. The first aid kit is clenched tightly between her fist. āHeās tougher then he looks.ā
She cleans up Saraās injure the best she can, but sheās numb too it all. Only able to stare at the door opening and waiting for her dad to reappear.
She doesnāt have to wait long it seems, before the door flings open with a loud bang.
āIt was fucking Bowersā, he curses, going straight for Sara and inspecting the bandage without elaborating further. He sinks to his knees in front of her, one of his hands gripping her shoulder. He smiles comfortingly at her, but the fire behind his eyes has not dimmed.
The man, Bowers, must be known to all of them, because Beverly asks, āHenry Bowers?ā And Ben hums approvingly.
āHe got away too, the fucker. Wait till I get my hands on him.ā Ā
āDad?ā Sara asks, not sure exactly what sheās aiming for. Sheās just scared, and she wants her dad to protect her and promise that everything will be alright.
āItās okay,ā Eddie assures, hauling her into a hug and squeezing her so tight itās a little constricting. āI promiseā, he says so fiercely Sara has no doubt in her mind he means it, āI wonāt let him touch you again.ā
Hey, I have a request: could you right something with Eddies daughter where she comes to Derry, and instead of stabbing Eddie, Bowers stabs her? If not, though, thatās fine!
Yes of course! I will start to work on it as soon as possible!
Summary:Ā Could you write something with Bill having a young daughter and when she asks him to go playing outside in the rain while he was working, he brushed her off, so she went out on own her own and got lost, so Bill thinks she went missing like Georgie?
A/N: here you go anon, I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think, it would mean a lot! Also, thank you for requesting this, it had me writing again after a long time and I really missed it, so thank you
Bill has a habit of writing as soon as rain starts drizzling from the sky. He doesnāt usually maintain a schedule, especially not after going back to Derry for a second time an gaining six friends who flitted straight back into his life and who each deserved as much of his time as the others, but when it rains, he forces himself behind the computer.
He draws the curtains shut, puts on a pair of noise cancelling headphones, and hopes that the downpour stops soon. According to his therapist, itās because the weather reminds him of the day Georgie died and he turns to writing as a distraction, and while she might not be wrong, Bill prefers not to think about the specifics. All he knows is that as soon as dark clouds gather, he retreats to his study.
Audra knows this, and has, to Bills great shame, been a victim to his snappish behavior when he gets disturbed, so she leaves him be, and takes their daughter, Lily, on a mother daughter retreat. Itās their own routine that work well for the both of them, and so far, there havenāt been any problems with it.
Today, the bad weather struck out of nowhere, the rain spatters drumming their own beat on the windows and the foundation of the house, and Bill and remembers how bleak Georgieās last day on earth had been. He retreats to his study in quiet without informing his daughter or wife about his plans, and slips into an imaginary world, where thereās no rain or bad memories.
He gets lost in it, thankfully. The rhythmic tapping of his keyboard and his own hushed voice lull him into a state so fully focused it allows him to forgo his environment. That includes ignoring the rain, but also the wooden door opening behind him as a small child sneaks in, big blue eyes full of a playful innocence.
He doesnāt hear Lily calling out to him, and is only notified of her arrival when her hand tugs on the sleeve of his shirt. It startles him, a cursed āJesusā, slipping from his mouth before he clamps his teeth over his lips to stop more from tumbling out.
āDaddyā, Bill reads of his daughters face, before he finally clads off the headset and hears her voice filter through.
Sheās Georgieās age now, and she resembles him a lot. For one, she looks up to her dad with as much wonder as her uncle did, a daddyās girl through and through. She has the Knick for adventure too, though Bill is not sure thatās always a good thing.
āWhat is it honey?ā He asks her with a soft voice. He suppresses the twinge of annoyance, now heās broken out of his concentration, itās hard not to notice the outside, and itāll be difficult to reenter his writing groove. Ā
āCan we play outside?ā She suggest, lips contorted in a devious little smile that proves that Audra must have said no to her question, and sheās now trying her hand at the person she has wrapped around her finger.
Billās gut reaction is to agree. How could he not, when he made the promise to himself to always be the best dad he could be, ever since finding out Audra was pregnant. He swore to himself that heād never neglect his child, never put her on the backburner for anyone or anything, and that heād enjoy, relish in every memory heād be allowed to make with her.
But, he canāt. Not in this situation. Not when Pennywise only came back a mere four months ago, and he was forced into painful memories and past mistakes. Not when heās relatively convinced that ITās gone for real, but not 100% assured.
He smiles painfully, and gently pulls his daughter in his lap. Itās not so much that heās trying to spoil his daughter, itās just that he loves spending time with her as much as she adores spending time with him. His heart twinges painfully at the notion of disappointing her.
āNot right now Lil, Daddyās working.ā He presses a kiss on the top of her head, and squeezes her a bit tighter when a particularly hard downpour causes his heart to clench painfully. If only he had given Georgie a hug like this before letting him out that day.
Itās far too late for that regret now, but he wonāt allow the same fate to be bestowed upon his daughter.
āPlease?ā Lily pouts, blinking her eyes in a way that is entirely disarming. Sheās so good at convincing, she would make an excellent actress one day. āItāll be so much fun.ā She leans in closer on Billās lap, bumping her forehead against Billās chest. āI promise I wonāt step in any puddles.ā
Itās a complete lie of course, and Bill canāt help but grin at the idea of Lilly thinking sheās being sneaky about the whole thing, but still, he canāt concur.
āLater, alright buttercup? And I promise that Iāll spend an entire day with you tomorrow?ā
Lily doesnāt smile, so Bill does the one thing heās become a pro at since becoming a dad; ticking her until she canāt help but laugh.
She shrieks instantly, squirming away from Billās fingers as the dance over her sides until sheās nearly toppled of his lip in her haste to escape him, and then giggles long after Billās stopped.
Once that too dies out, she bites her lip, seemingly scanning her chances of getting him to agree on going out anyway, but then she concedes.
āAlright thenā, she says a little bit disheartened, but agreeing none the less. She slitters back out as quiet as she came in, but not before a kiss over her shoulder and waving at Bill.
āSee you later dad.ā
Bill smiles and waves back, crushed by love and grief battling in his heart for the upper hand, then he puts on his headphone, covers his ears, and he neglects to hear the front door open and lock with a deafening pull. Ā
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In the end, itās the guilt that makes him give up only a half hour after Lilly came in to ask for his time. He peruse the last line heād written, he hadnāt managed to find his flow after the interruption anyway, and closes the document of his new book for the day.
He still canāt find the strength to go outside in this weather but perhaps he can convince Lily that watching a movie and snacking on popcorn is a much better activity then getting wet and cold.
He shuffles into the kitchen, where Audraās is already at, and wonders if they have enough corn to put together homemade popcorn.
āDo you think Lily will want to watch a movie? Iām thinking Disney might be the way to go?ā He inquires Audra absentmindedly while scouring the pantries for the ingredients he needs. He knows, just from the sounds of Audraās voice that somethingās the matter.
āSheās not with you?ā Audra chokes out, voice pinched in panic.
Billās heart stops for a full second, before rabbiting so hard his chest feels like exploding.
āWhat?ā He asks, but the words feel foreign, like heās not the one saying it. Ā Audraās responding look is enough to give him all the answers he needs.
He viciously wishes for the losers to be with him now, but calling them would take up to much time and they live too far away to be of any aid anyway. Ā
His neighbors are aiding in the search, but theyāre not enough. He doesnāt trust them like he trust his friends, he doesnāt want the life of his daughter depending on strangers.
They keep telling him that sheās fine, that sheās most likely having the time of her life without realizing how her parents are in shambles, but Bill canāt believe that. Lilyās been out for at least thirty minutes, thatās the time they noticed she had disappeared, and even Bill is shivering his socks off. He canāt afford to think about how cold Lily must be.
He separates from the group of searches after the weird glances he receives unsettled peeks when he ducks on his knees and calls out for his daughter in a sewer. Audra, who knows in part what happened to Georgie, lets out a sob.
Bill feels bad for leaving his wife all by herself, but he wants to cover as much ground as possible. He canāt wait at their front porch praying for Lilyās safe return, he knows from experience how feeble that is.
The options of where Lily could be are limited. Her friends live too far away for her to have walked to them, and there was only one place kids of her age liked to hang out. Still, when the park turns up nothing, he scours the area surrounding it, yelling out Lilyās name until his voice skips and a hoarse tone underline his words.
āP-p-please.ā He screams with his head thrown back towards the sky, his stutter going unnoticed. āH-havenāt you t-t-taken enough from m-m-me?ā Heās unsure who heās calling out too.
Billās attention is pulled towards a curtain that wobbles open, and old lady peeking from behind it, judging him with curious eyes. The first one to gossip apparently, but the last to help. Just as with Georgie. Bile threatened to spill as Bill walks on.
With his energy running low, as does his hope, Bill concedes to try and walk in the other direction of his home, to see if anyone else has had more luck than him. Then, seemingly using up all of Billās luck for the rest of his life, a wobbled; āDaddyā, cries out.
Heās never backed up so quick, and when he lays eyes on Lily, heās never run that fast towards her either. Itās the pure and utter fear you experience as a kid, when you get lost in a comic in the store and you swivel back around to your mom, but sheās gone somewhere and you canāt find her.
Thatās the feeling that linger when you lose someone close to you. And when she pops back up, thatās the utter relief Bill gets to taste now.
Heās back on his knees before he can comprehend it, and his hand curls around Lilyās back and head, cradling her so close this chest itās nearly suffocating. Bill weeps, caressing his daughters hair as he checks her over.
āOh honeyā, he chokes, swelling multiple times to force back the lump of tears.
Lilyās crying too, though it seems more out of reluctant than anything else.
āIām sorry dad. I just wanted to go out and play. But I fell and I think my bike is broken. Iām really sorry.ā
Bill sorrow laughs. He canāt stop the ridiculous laughter thatās so absurd.
āLily, I couldnāt care less about a bikeā, Bill explains, and he means it every bit. He pulls her back in a tight hug, allowing himself ten more seconds before he has to let go of her.
āPlease donāt ever do that again,ā he whispers, leaving a quick kiss on her head. He holds her as close as he wish he could have done to Georgie, if he had been found alive too. Maybe later, tomorrow or the day after, heād have a more firm conversation about how sneaking out is not okay, but today, the relief wins over every other emotion or lecture.
āIs mom mad?ā Lily asks, her own arms clenched around Billās shirt so tight itās clear that she also had a large fright.
Shit, Audra. In an instant, Bill picks up his daughter, arm holding her up by the knees. Sheās old enough to walk, but Bill has longer legs and walks faster.
āNoā, he assures her, despite a conformation of Audra. Heās sure his feeling are rekindled in his wife too. āBut we have to let her know youāre okay. Sheās worried too.ā
āOkayā, Lily agrees easy, her head resting on Billās shoulders. The rain isnāt that cold anymore, now that he has his child back in the safety of his arms.
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That evening, Bill, Audra and Lily are cuddles together on their couch, watching Aladdin. Lily has long slipped to the land of dreams, but Bill and Audra want to keep her close for a little while longer. Maybe theyāll all spend the night here anyway, regardless of future back pains, but thatās a discussion for later.
Bill swipes one of Lilyās curls from her forehead gently, smiling when she snores deeper, then settles again.
āLove you buttercup.ā Bill says, in his mind, he thinks, āIāll never let anything happen to you.ā
Awesome. Could you write something with Bill having a young daughter and when she asks him to go playing outside in the rain while he was working, he brushed her off, so she went out on own her own and got lost, so Bill thinks she went missing like Georgie? It can end angsty or nice, whatever you feel would be better.
Of course! Iām already half way with writing this, so it should be up tomorrow or at the latest Monday! Thanks for requesting!
Hi hi! Can you please ship me with literally any fandom you want šš I have brown hair, brown eyes, Iām chubby and wear glasses. Iām a nurse student, and Iām pretty patient. Iām shy and often donāt stand up for my opinion, but if Iām close enough with someone I will! Thank you so much ā¤ļø
Hi beautiful! So of course for you I knew I was going to have do either a Bill Hader character or the Losers Club. xD But in the end I decided you would match well with...
Stanley Uris from IT Chapter 2!Ā
First off, you and Stanley would just be the cutest couple! Like I can so see the two of you sharing sweaters and him always having his arm wrapped around you. It would just be so cute. Plus personality wise the two of you would compliment each other well. He loves how sweet you are and is so attracted to your big heart and kind, caring nature. Stanley is also a really sweet man who would treat you right and always be very sweet and gentle with you. On the flip side though Stanley as an adult is more sure of himself and would never be afraid to stand up for you. He loves how sweet you are but worries about people trying to take advantage of this and has no problem telling anyone off if he thinks theyāre being rude to you. Youāre his baby and heās always gonna try to take care of you and be there for you. You two would just have the cutest little life together. <3Ā
All I can think about is like, Bill, or Richie, or one of the losers having a kid and bringing them to Derry and how the other losers would react to them being exactly like Stan. Like, in a universe where Stan died (which I guess is technically the canon one, but we donāt talk about that). This isnāt necessarily a request or anything, so donāt feel any pressure to write anything based on it (you can of you want though), I just wanted to share.
Oh god, theyād all be so incredibly amused at first, before they find out about Stanās demise. As their memories resurface they all recall different scenarios that happened when they were kids and see how ( Iām this scenario Iām imagine the kid to be Billās) how Billās kid responds to them as well. Richie instantly nicknames them Stan Jr (doesnāt matter what gender the kid is, theyāve been duped Stan Jr), and teases them to no end.
After the losers hear about why Stan did, their feelings towards Stan Jr donāt change, but theyāre incredibly sad every time they lay eyes on them. Theyāre still just as protective of the kid of course, Pennywise is still out there, but thereās a strange melancholy in the air around Stan Jr now that everyone is afraid to mention.
Richie tries his best to make jokes on behalf of Stan to Stan Jr, but it falls flat at best, Mike canāt look at them without bursting into tears from all the guilt heās wearing, and Bev half expects the kid to jump up at any time and point to a camera, telling them Stan was behind all of this and was simply playing a prank on them.
Itās hardest for Bill, because while he knew that his kid reminded him of someone, he hadnāt been able to place the name, and now that he had it was too late. He too sees Stan in everything his kid does, and for days after Derry 2.0 he holds them close and refuses to let them go out of his sight. The feeling of intense grief subsides after a while, but Bill never fails to share stories about their uncle of whole their so much alike
Itās only two months after Derry 2.0 that Richie shows up to Billās house, a day before all the rest of the losers are bound to show up, and hangs out with Stan Jr for the entire day. He hadnāt done that before because he assumed it would only hurt him more, but itās strangely therapeutic. Heās lost both his best friend and the love of his life, but Stan Jr makes him feel like he still has a small part of Stan with him at all times.
Okay wow, I didnāt mean to make this a hc but I felt inspired! Thank you so much anon for telling my your thoughts! I will props make this into a one shot, though the next two weeks are pretty busy for me Iāll try my best! Feel free to send me any more thoughts you have!
ā¦..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
Summary:Ā āChanging your mind already?ā Richie asks, surprisingly hidden on the left side of Eddieās massive room, lounging on the windowsill with his chest uncovered. The morning sun grants one beam of light to fall upon Richieās tousled hair, and the air gets stolen from Eddieās longs.āNever.ā Eddie says, strong voiced. He means it too.
A royalty auĀ
Richie Tozier is a menace. How he had ever slipped passed the mazes of his motherās wakeful eye, will forever be a mystery to him. On the spot, just by looking at him, Eddie could list a total of five reasons why his mother wouldnāt approve for him to be their servant and festive planner.
For one, he had wild black curls, that he never bundled up in a knot, and that sprout every each direction. His posture is slouched, the drinks heās carrying tatter dangerously towards the edge of his tray, his bolstering laugh echoes too extant, and heās too focused on pestering the other servants -Eddie knows from watchfulness that the waiters, Stan and Ben, are his best friends- to adequately serve the guests.
His mother is too buys pawning to the king of their neighboring country to pay it any mind, but one day she will, and then Richie will be banned before he gets a chance to collect his belongings. Eddie prays that day is far in the future.
For all the same reasons his mother would despise Richie, Eddie is intrigued by him.
Summary:Ā āChanging your mind already?ā Richie asks, surprisingly hidden on the left side of Eddieās massive room, lounging on the windowsill with his chest uncovered. The morning sun grants one beam of light to fall upon Richieās tousled hair, and the air gets stolen from Eddieās longs.āNever.ā Eddie says, strong voiced. He means it too.
A royalty auĀ
Richie Tozier is a menace. How he had ever slipped passed the mazes of his motherās wakeful eye, will forever be a mystery to him. On the spot, just by looking at him, Eddie could list a total of five reasons why his mother wouldnāt approve for him to be their servant and festive planner.
For one, he had wild black curls, that he never bundled up in a knot, and that sprout every each direction. His posture is slouched, the drinks heās carrying tatter dangerously towards the edge of his tray, his bolstering laugh echoes too extant, and heās too focused on pestering the other servants -Eddie knows from watchfulness that the waiters, Stan and Ben, are his best friends- to adequately serve the guests.
His mother is too buys pawning to the king of their neighboring country to pay it any mind, but one day she will, and then Richie will be banned before he gets a chance to collect his belongings. Eddie prays that day is far in the future.
For all the same reasons his mother would despise Richie, Eddie is intrigued by him.
A/N: I might turn this into a serie if anyoneās interested? Let me know what you think!Ā
Summary:Ā Eddie has been a detective for a very long time. He knows how dangerous the job can be, but heās accepted it, and takes it all in stride. That changes however when a murdered Eddie is close to catching decides to threaten his husband. Eddie wonāt stand for that, and will do everything he can to protect Richie. Even if it means not telling him anything about whatās happening.Ā
Richie knows next to zero details about Eddieās line of work. He knows that Eddie is a detective and that he investigates homicides and arson, but thatās about it. Eddie never comes home and talks about his job -not taking into consideration coworker gossip, Richie is all too aware of how annoying his boss Bryan is-, and he never gives out any details even when he vents the dayās frustrations.
Sometimes, Richie worries that it will cause a mental breakdown, at some point, for Eddie. It canāt be healthy to keep the horrific details of events bottled up, but every time Richie tries to get him to open up about it, Eddie shuts him down.
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