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Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-10-03 13:14:00

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bill weasley, richie tozier

Who: Richie Tozier and Bill Weasley
What: Secret optometry.
Where: Bill’s place
When: October 3rd

Richie really should have known better than to be standing outside some stranger’s house that was promising him miracles. That sort of thing never seemed to go over well in his experience, not even a little bit.

But — well. Maybe they existed after all, miracles. Not a week ago he’d been sure he’d lost everything and now — well.

Now Everything lived with him in a weird house that was both free and very empty. They should probably work on that, him and Eddie. Get like… furniture or dishes or whatever it was people had here that’d make it all pass as something more normal than what it really was. But right now he was mostly just content to have Eddie in view and surely furniture would only block that even more than barely being able to see in the first place did.

Richie scoffed out a little noise of disbelief over his own idiocy and plucked his glasses off his face, squinting down at them — everything beyond blurry, which wasn’t any better or worse than the fact that the broken lens had been making him focus on the wrong shit this entire week and was giving him a killer fucking headache. Or was at least one of the contributing factors to his headache. Stress and anxiety probably didn’t help, either.

So maybe this guy, Bill (not his Bill, not Big Bill Denbrough, Richie’s other best friend, the one he hadn’t had been secretly in love with for thirty years now) really could produce a miracle. No point in stalling and not finding out, right? What was really the worst that could happen?

Probably a lot.

He knocked on the door anyway.

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hexes_n_hearts
2019-10-06 10:10 pm UTC (link)

Self deprecating, a little insecure. Bill wasn't used to that, it'd been a while since he'd spent time with someone who didn't ooze confidence like Klaus. "I'd buy it," Bill said honestly as he leaned forward in his chair. Jokes were one man's pastime and another's armour, Bill got that. Charlie could be that way, telling jokes about being poor, or never getting anything to himself.

"Rogers and Stark aren't really my type," Bill said with a little raise of his eyebrows. Exactly what was his type was a mixed bag and while he saw the appeal, a little more eclectic ticked his boxes more readily.

"I'll be your Mr February any time you like though, sugar," he added and while he was smiling he had no trouble being far more serious about it than Richie. "And I'll be every bit as gentle as I promised earlier."

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trashmouthloser
2019-10-08 01:00 am UTC (link)

"Mine either," Richie said, and he wanted it to be because, duh, they were men and so was he so obviously not his type. But no. What he really meant was that Steve Rogers was so close to perfect that he was intimidating. That he was too tall and muscled, and that his hair wasn't dark, and his eyes weren't puppy dog eyes in disguise.

Rogers was wank fodder, but not something that Richie would ever really want, even if presented with the opportunity.

Likewise, Bill here was lovely and more attractive on a level that Richie could get behind but --

But he was thinking about this way too fucking much. Richie set his tea down, unsteady. "I'll -- keep that in mind?" He asked, and god, could he have been more awkward or dense?

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hexes_n_hearts
2019-10-10 05:33 am UTC (link)

The way he phrased it like a question had Bill laughing, not unkindly but gentle as he took a sip of his tea. This man seemed a little old for the level of awkward and clueless and Bill wanted to maybe give him a hug and make it all better. It wasn't always easy, he'd lost friends and opportunities in life being openly queer. But it wasn't easy to hide parts of yourself and Bill wasn't dedicated to try to find out if he could manage it.

"I prefer someone a little less clean cut," he said as he looked him up and down, smile getting rather smirky after a moment.

"Want to come whisper in my ear what you like, huh?" Bill questioned with a little nod of his head like her was beaconing him forward to sit in his lap and give up all his secrets.

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trashmouthloser
2019-10-10 02:25 pm UTC (link)

Richie was definitely too old for this level of awkward. He wouldn't have considered himself clueless. He had had the internet back at home, after all, and he'd seen his fair share of -- well. Everything he never let himself have. Even if he usually tried balancing it out afterward with things he wasn't particularly interested in, like he was maybe trying not to be judged by the google search engine, or maybe trying to trick himself.

It never really worked.

The point was he wasn't clueless. It wasn't like he was unaware of the fact that Bill was hitting on him and inviting him on over. And there was a part of him that was genuinely interested in going over and putting himself in Bill's lap -- and not only because Richie was a tall (if not overly lanky) guy who didn't get that sort of opportunity like...ever. At least not one he'd take seriously.

But, jesus, if he wasn't good at holding himself back. At least this time, through unbroken glasses lenses free of blood, he felt like he had a reason. A better reason than usual. He glanced down at his tea, wobbling in his cup in a way that said his hands weren't being as steady as he'd like and shook his head minutely. "My best friend died last week," he blurted. Because Richie Tozier was an absolute killer of moods. Because it was on his mind. And because even if Bill was going for flirtations, Richie could at least identify the fact that he was also kind. He'd fixed his glasses and said nice shit and there was fucking tea and cookies and Richie was ruining it but he had to, he had to say it to someone, and it couldn't be Eddie. "And now he's here. But every time I close my eyes--"

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hexes_n_hearts
2019-10-10 05:33 pm UTC (link)

Of all the things Bill might have been expecting, that was absolutely not it. More awkward stuttering, maybe like some back pedaling, or a lap full of someone. But Richard came right out with something really awful and just lay it out there. Bill was more a distract with fun kind of guy, sex was a good way not to think, just to feel and to feel something incredibly good. But not everyone was the same and that was never more obvious than it was then.

The smirk was gone from Bill's face in an instant and he leaned forward to lay a hand on Richard's knee. It wasn't to get a feel, or try to rekindle something (now so dead and buried it would take far more than a wizard to bring it back) but because what could he say?

"Mate, that's bloody rough," Bill said gently. "But this place? There's a few, people back from the dead, people young again and getting a second chance," he explained. "We don't know why or how, but people come and go, but some people come and stay and-" Bill shrugged as he gave his knee a squeeze again. "It doesn't take it away though, I know. I can brew you something if you like? Potion for a dreamless sleep?"

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trashmouthloser
2019-10-10 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Yeah. Richie'd blown this one and not at all in a fun way. But it'd just spilled out of him and christ he was just a wreck. And absolute disaster and he didn't know how to fix it, not even a little bit. He should have felt sorry for ruining the mood and for unloading on a virtual stranger and that'd probably come later but --

But he was sort of glad for that touch to the knee, at the comfort that he was being given. It wasn't like he could ask for the same from Eddie, not when he was so obviously suffering with the information that Richie had not quite given him in the first place.

He lifted his glasses in order to rub at his eyes, clearly stressed but not quite in a place where he was going to go full water works or anything yet and that was something of a relief, at least. "Fuck. Sorry. This place is so fucked," he said, tight. But it was good too, wasn't it? Because Eddie was here, right before he went and did something stupid like save Richie's life only to have it taken away again some few seconds later. "Does that do just what it sounds like?" He asked, and his voice had never felt so small before, not in his forty years of living. The idea of not waking up screaming, or cramming his limbs into the bathtub to camp out the rest of the night against cold porcelain did have some appeal.

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hexes_n_hearts
2019-10-12 10:50 pm UTC (link)

And if things had gone differently it would have been Richie in his lap getting out of those clothes absolutely in a fun way. But things didn't always have to go that way, when you were having a hard time and maybe needed a different kind of support. Bill could be that support, wanted to be if he could. Sure he'd have preferred to be giving Richie something else, but he'd survive.

Bill nodded as he patted his knee. "Yeah, it's bloody weird," he agreed. Richie looked small, vulnerable there on the couch and Bill pulled his own hair up in a messy bun, he was business now, dicks put on the back burner (for the time being). "Exactly what it sounds like."

He stood up as he rolled up his sleeves, cauldron fetching itself from one of the shelves and into the fireplace while he pulled out a trunk and coaxed it open with some quiet murmuring. It had appeared and the contents were irreplaceable in a lot of cases, he wasn't about to leave it unguarded. "Have another cookie, love," Bill encouraged him with a smile as he began to add things.

It didn't take long, the draught was always better fresh and the abundance of ingredients that had filled the cauldron had distilled down into a tiny bottle which he capped before returning to the other man. Bill cleared things from the table in front of him so he could sit there between his knees as he placed it in his hand and curled Richie's fingers around it. "Go make yourself comfortable, drink it all, get some rest."

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