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[drlangdons]

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[You lied to us!]

[stanleyurris]

Georgie Denbrough | IT (2017)

I'm not supposed to take stuff from strangers.

[ceftali]

burnin’ up a fever

This is my secret santa fic for @stansbooty for the @stoziersecretsanta.  I hope you like it!!

But I swear I thought I dreamed her…

The song was playing through a shitty speaker in the 1950s style diner.  Richie was tapping his fingers impatiently on the table while playing Angry Birds with one hand.  He had been waiting for more than thirty minutes for his friends to show up.  It was Christmas Eve and he could feel his stomach grumbling for some nourishment.  He hadn’t eaten since breakfast.  His mom and Stan had sternly warned him that he would feel this way after not eating for several hours.  He didn’t want to listen.  Though, he never listened to anyone.  

Bev had put a peanut butter and banana sandwich into his backpack (she was as sneaky as hell) and he had eaten it two bites.  Ordering a strawberry milkshake, he began tapping his foot on the ground and huffed when he ran out of lives in his game.  The doorbell chimed but it was a couple that Richie knew from school.  They laughed almost too loudly when they saw him sitting all alone in a huge booth meant for seven.  They never do this to me.  Is this a trick?  He bit his lip hard and felt tears pricking at his eyes.  God, what a fucking loser he was.  Here he was waiting for his friends like a fucking idiot.  

It had been snowing nonstop for the past few days and Derry had become even more unbearable since that fateful summer four years ago.  Maybe that’s why none of them wanted to see him.  They were all starting to pair off.  Bev and Ben.  Bill and Mike.  Stan and Eddie.  He was all fucking alone.  He had his parents and they would never let him forget them.  

Maggie and Wentworth Tozier were particularly smothering when they could they be.  His mom would always smudge his glasses whenever she kissed him on the cheek when he was leaving to meet his friends.  His dad always gave him a long hug whenever Richie was feeling upset about something.  His parents always knew even if he didn’t.  Sometimes, his friends would come over to his house and his mom would bake some of her famous chicken alfredo but left two plates aside for Stan and Eddie because she knew all of their reasons and never questioned them.  She treated them like her own kids.  All of them.  Though, she was a little more fond of Stan because of how long he and Richie had been friends.  Twelve years and Richie still hasn’t told him how he feels.  His parents know all about his hopeless crush and it always aches worse around the holidays.  Especially Christmas.  

Stan doesn’t pull away from Richie because he wants to because he has to. Celebrating Hanukkah is endlessly important to Stan and his family.  And their religion.  He’s seen his best friend picked on because of it.  Henry Bowers was just one of the several assholes who thought picking on someone for their religion made them bold and intimidating.  It just made them cowards, Richie sourly thought.  

Speaking of sour, his strawberry milkshake is starting to taste like sour cherries that have been bad for weeks.  He made a face and moved it far away from him on the other side of the booth.  He huffed out a frustrated sigh while blinking and gulping down a few years.  The doorbell chimed again and he looked up again, hopefully.  Golden curls and a stoic face.  A fanny pack with a perpetually stuck grimace on the face.  

Where are the rest of his friends?  Stan and Eddie were walking through the door and Richie’s pulse was picking up tenfold.  No, a hundredfold.  He was going batshit crazy.  His hands were shaking and tears were starting to come down his face.  Oh, shit, Rich, stop being a fucking baby, he told himself.  A small but determined voice squawked, “Why the fuck is only Rich here?  Bill told us that the rest of them would be here.”  Scratch that, he needed to fucking throw up.  Especially when he saw the worried frown on Stan’s face.  Their eyes met and his insides twisted.  Eddie took one glance at Stan and within a millisecond looked at Richie too.  He asked, “Did our friends set the three of us up on a fucking date?”  Other patrons were starting to look at them and the snooty couple from minutes before were laughing hysterically at the situation.  Fucking assholes.  Now, Richie was biting the inside of his mouth, working himself into a nervous wreck.  This was a fucking date, wasn’t it?

I’ll crawl home to her…

This song was mocking him like a mistletoe hanging in the doorway of his house.  He wants to kiss him them both so much that he’s on fire.  They still hadn’t made it to their way to the booth.  Richie could feel a string attached to his two loves but he could feel them pushing against it.  Eddie was still scowling in his direction, his nose red and cheeks burnt, most likely due to the rage seething underneath and the cold Maine weather.  Stan’s face was unreadable as ever but his lips were pursed slightly into consideration.  He whispered something in Eddie’s ear and Richie’s insides were twisting all over again.  Richie began fiddling with the rings on his fingers and noticed that he had bitten his nails down to the nubs.  Anxiety is a bitch.  He looked over to see that Stan and Eddie had their pinkies intertwined and the hot chocolate Richie had drunken earlier was starting to come up as his throat.  He loved seeing them happy but without him in the middle, to touch Stan’s cheek and mess with Eddie’s hair, it made him hopeless all over again.  

Why then did the rest of his friends decide to trick him into having a date with his two crushes? Oh, yeah, because the universe was fucking cruel.  Stan and Eddie had finally made their way over to him but they hadn’t taken a seat yet.  Typical.  Their pinkies were still locked together.  Richie’s eyes probably looked like saucers behind his thick-ass glasses.  Stan softly spoke up, “Rich, your glasses are always smudged.  Do you even see anything out of these?”

Richie smartly replied, “Of course, I can see, Stanley.  It’s impossible not to see that handsome face.”  Technically, without his glasses, he could only see blobs in front of his face but the blush on Stan’s face was worth it.  Of course, Eddie scoffed before Stan could speak again, “Richie, stop flirting with Stan, you know you fucking suck at it.” Richie put a hand on his heart in mock offense, “Eds, you’ve wounded my pride.”  He flopped over dramatically on the cushioned booth.  He could feel Eddie’s eye roll and then they both plopped themselves right across from him and Richie was burning again.  Burnin’ up like a fever, burnin’ up like a fever...damn, hot chocolate coming up his throat again.  Insides twisting up like a million knots. 

Before he could raise his hand up to call the waitress, Stan reached for his hand that was still on the table and Richie froze in his tracks.  He saw for the first time that Stan’s nose was tinged rose-red on the top and he had his favorite blue scarf on because his body temperature always ran a little lower than everybody else’s.  His matching knit cap was hiding his gold curls but there were very much visible still.  But his hands were free from his mittens and he was holding on to Richie’s hand like a lifeline.  Eddie was eyeing them with an expression that Richie couldn’t quite read.  He could always see what Eddie was feeling.  He made it clear on every occasion.  Richie dumbly said, “I just wanted a hot chocolate, Stan.  What’s wrong?”  He and Eddie were giving each other looks again.  They were speaking a language entirely unknown to Richie.

The snow outside was glistening underneath the sky.  He forgot he had been here for a few hours.  It was now dark and inching closer to Christmas.  He remembered Mike had made him chocolate chip cookies to give to Richie’s parents and his heart was all warm again because he could be at least looking forward to something tonight.  Wallowing in his self-pity, watching shitty Christmas movies, and eating a dozen cookies, while complaining about it in the morning.  After a while felt like months, Stan asked him, “Do you want to have dinner with me and Eddie?”

Richie breathed out, “Tonight?  I thought this was already a date.”

Eddie quipped, “It’s not a fucking date, Tozier.”  Richie’s heart dropped again and he plastered on a fake smile and replied, “Of course, it is, Eds. Why else would you have to come here?  You wanted to see me.”  Eddie wrapped his arms around himself and his pink sweatshirt rid up a little bit and Richie gulped while he could still feel Stan’s eyes on him when his voice clearly hummed out, “Rich, it’s just one dinner.  It’s not going to hurt anybody.” Of course, it’s going to hurt somebody, Stanley.  He’s been alone in this diner for two hours before anybody showed up to see him.  Eddie told him, “Stan brought dinner.  He knows how much you love that pizza place a few blocks over.  And those goddamn cheese fries.”  Richie’s eyes were starting to water again and he mumbled, “What about their peppermint hot chocolate?”  Stan’s stupid little nose was still a rose red and he handed over the food and hot chocolate to Richie and Richie said, “So, it is a date.”  Eddie grumbled again but he softly smiled when Stan wrapped their pinkies together while Richie shoved cheese fries into his mouth before speaking with his mouth, half-full, “I’m such a sad bitch.”

Eddie snorted in disgust and Stan raised an eyebrow before telling them, “This  whole thing was actually my idea.”  Richie froze all over again but for a totally different reason this time while Eddie spluttered in frustration though the blush on his face was evident when he quietly let out, “Stan, I told you to keep that a secret.” “Well, we both like him, Eddie, so what’s the point of hiding it from him anymore?” 

“Because it’s Richie!  I shouldn’t like Richie!” Richie cut in, “Wow, thank you, Eddie Spaghetti.  I feel really fucking great about myself right now.”

Stan was grabbing onto his hand again and then a second later, interlocked their fingers together and Richie could have melted right then and there.  Wow, this day was a rollercoaster.  

He was shoving cheese fries into his mouth again and Stan was staring at him with the fondest expression on his face even Eddie had a slight smile on his face while watching Richie.  This date was the weirdest and the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.  He put his feet up on the table to display his mismatching socks and sipped his peppermint hot chocolate and it burned but Stan’s smile burned brighter.  Wow, all of them together was going to be something spectacularly brilliant, right?  Eddie was listing off reasons that what Richie was doing was unsanitary but Richie could feel the affection creeping into his voice even though he was talking a million miles a minute.

Richie asked them, “So when’s the next date, boys?”

[reddielibrary]

Derry’s Maize Maze

Written by @stansbooty

Gift for @billdenborogh

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Word count: 2796

Rating: T

AO3 Link

Summary: maize (noun): corn maze (noun): a network of paths designed as a puzzle through which one has to find a wayEddie gets lost in a corn maze and Richie goes to find him.

Richie took in the scene around him. The leaves blowing across the grass, his friends bundled up in coats, the Halloween decorations surrounding them, the rickety old sign reading “Derry Fall Festival”. His eyes lingered for more than a few seconds on Eddie, who had never been a fan of the cold, and his unnecessarily thick scarf, giant coat, and adorable beanie plopped on his head. His face was flushed from the weather, giving him a red nose. October in Maine was never kind to them, bringing the freezing temperatures before Halloween even arrived.

“I don’t know about you guys, but that rope swing over there is calling my name.” Richie interrupted whatever conversation his friends were having in favor of pointing over to rope strung up by some giant hay bales.

“You mean the one with the children surrounding it?” Mike asked.

“Hell yeah, I’m bigger than them, I’ll push them out of the way.” Richie responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “So, who’s gonna join me?”

“Me, duh.” Beverly made her way over to him, lightly shoving his shoulder. “I’ll race ya.”

A giant grin made its way onto Richie’s face. “You’re on.”

The two of them ran across the field, dodging all of the other guests with ridiculous spins and jumps. At one point, Richie nearly ran into a woman holding her baby, allowing Bev to race passed him with a dramatic battle cry. 

“Ben,” Stan began as the rest of them walked over to the swing. “Tell me again how someone as chaotic as Bev managed to snag you?”

A flush appeared on Ben’s face that had nothing to do with the cold. He shrugged. “Love is weird, I guess.”

Eddie looped his arm around Ben’s and smiled. “I think it’s sweet.”

“Of course, you do.” Bill rolled his eyes with a laugh.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Eddie’s tone changing instantaneously to snap defensively. 

Mike snorted. “It’s just that you find…chaos attractive.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie stopped in his tracks, pulling Ben to a stop as well. “I do not.”

“It’s nothing, Eddie.” He smiled brightly. “Forget it.”

Eddie glowered at him, scrunching up his face in annoyance. “Fine.”

Ben smiled brightly at him. “Don’t worry about it, they’re just joking.”

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie replied quietly, although he had sensed there was truth behind all of their words.

The five of them continued down to the rope swing, finding a spot to sit on top of a hay bale facing their two friends. Beverly and Richie took turns swinging from one side of the hay to the other, their swinging becoming increasingly more sporadic as they went, causing some of the children to leave in order to prevent getting knocked in the head.

Richie waved widely at Eddie when he noticed them sitting down. “Eds! Come on over!”

Eddie shook his head. “I’m good over here, dipshit!”

The grin on Richie’s face didn’t falter with Eddie’s words. “Suit yourself!”

“I’m joining them.” Bill got up suddenly, after Richie had made a hard fall onto the hay.

“Betraying us sane people?” Stan joked.

“You know that none of us are even a bit sane.” Bill laughed and ran off, yanking the rope from Richie’s hands.

The others watched with a fondness that only came from truly loving their friends with all their heart and soul, despite the absolute chaos, or “idiotic shit” as it was put by Eddie once, that they tended to get into. The key, they’d come to realize, is to stop getting embarrassed by Richie and Beverly, the ones who often started the chaos in the first place.

“I think we should do the corn maze.” Richie ran over after running away from a mother who seemed to think three teenagers had no business on a rope swing.

Stan’s head perked up. “That actually sounds like fun.”

“You sound shocked that I could have a good idea, Staniel.”

“But wait,” Bev said as her and Bill joined them. “We thought it would be a good idea to do the hard part. And, like, make it a race. See who can finish first?”

“Me being able to beat you guys at something while also being able to witness you getting unbelievably lost? I’m very much interested.” Stan stood up, looking at everyone expectantly.

“You know I’m directionally challenged.” Ben laughed. “I could get lost in my own neighborhood.”

“Which is why you’ll be sticking with me.” Bev got up on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “But all you other fuckers are on your own, every man for himself.”

The man at the front of the corn maze had told them that the hard portion could take anywhere from 45 minutes to a couple hours, all depending on how badly a person got lost. An hour and a half later, six of the seven friends stood at the exit, Bill the most recent to get out.

“At what point do you think we should worry about Eddie?” Mike asked.

“Bill just got back, I wouldn’t worry too much.” Stan shrugged. 

“Bill got back 20 minutes ago.” Ben pointed out.

“Well, Eddie’s smart.” Stan replied.

“What? Did you murder him, Stan?” Richie attempted to jump up above the corn stalks to see into the maze, trying to get a glimpse of Eddie, but to no avail.

“Who’s gonna go run back in there? It took us an hour to get out, imagine trying to look for someone.” Stan pointed out and most of them made noises of agreements.

“I’m the one who finished first, in 45 minutes if you haven’t forgotten.” Richie replied and inched towards the entrance.

“Richie, you’ll get lost. And then we’ll have to call a search team for two people.” Mike said, taking Stan’s side.

“Betrayal, Mike, true betrayal.” Richie clutched at his heart. “But no one can stop me.” 

Richie turned on his heels and ran into the maze, ignoring the sounds of protest coming from his friends behind him.

If he was being honest with himself, Richie didn’t know if he would run back into the corn for anyone other than Eddie. Seeing how long it would take for one of his friends to get out, or even having to call a search team of festival employees seemed like a great opportunity for entertainment. But, as always, Richie found himself unable to control himself when it came to Eddie. Bev would tell him it was because of his “cute little cruuuuush” (as she so eloquently put it), to which Richie couldn’t really deny it, but Eddie was also his best friend and he knew he would probably begin to get a little panicked if he was stuck in the corn when the sun began to go down.

Therefore, Richie ran full speed through the corn, not really taking into account with turns he was taking or which direction he was going (he figured if he found his way out once, he could do it again without a second thought).

Eddie considered himself pretty smart. But nearly two hours after entering the damned corn maze, going around in circles like a maniac, and then seeing Richie Tozier running towards him, he was beginning to think he was losing brain cells by the minute.

“Spaghetti! I’m here to rescue you!” Richie outstretched his arms to wrap Eddie up in a hug.

“Fuck that nickname, Rich.” Eddie pushed the other boy off of him. “Are you lost, too?”

Richie scoffed. “Oh no, we all made our way out. I came back in to rescue you.”

“Are you serious?”

“That everyone got out? Yeah.” Richie then smiled triumphantly. “I got out in 45.”

Eddie let out a noise of disbelief. “No.”

“Yes. Who’s the smart bitch now?”

“Oh, fuck off, it’s confusing in here.” Eddie shoved him lightly and with a smile gracing his lips, but Richie made a show out of losing his balance.

“Hey, be nice to me or I’ll abandon you in here.”

Eddie sighed and gestured in front of him. “Alright, lead the way.”

Richie began leading them around the corn, taking turn after turn, nearly making Eddie dizzy at the speed he took them at. He knew that all the cornstalks looked the same, but after what seemed like several minutes, he felt as if he was beginning to recognize some of the stalks.

“You do know how to get out of here, right?” Eddie looked up at him.

Richie made a noise in his throat. “Uh, definitely.”

Eddie looked at him with wide eyes. “Are we fucking lost?”

“No!” Richie protested and then shrugged. “Maybe!” 

“You told me you got out of here!” 

“I did! I…I just forgot?” 

Eddie looked up towards the sky and let out a loud groan. “We’re gonna die in here.”

“Lighten up, we’ll find our way out.”

“No, we’re gonna die.”

“Well in that case,” Richie slung an arm over Eddie’s shoulder, bringing him close. He leaned down to whisper in Eddie’s ear. “We might as well have some fun.”

“Shut up.” Eddie nudged Richie with his shoulder. “No one wants to do anything with your disgusting ass.”

“That’s not what your mom said last night when we were fucking in this corn field.” Richie made a crude gesture with his fingers to go along with his words.

“Richie!” Eddie screeched and shoved the other boy, harder than he did earlier, who lost his balance from the sheer force of his rage and fell back into the cornstalks.

“Fuck!” Richie yelled as he was engulfed by the plants, his body disappearing so only his feet stuck out onto the pathway.

Eddie giggled and kicked one of Richie’s feet softly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m dead, Eds.” Richie replied dramatically, swinging his feet around. “I’m one with the corn now. A child of the corn, if you will.”

“Oh, shut up. You need help getting up?”

“Didn’t you hear me? I live here, this is my home!” 

Eddie scoffed. “Richie.”

“Fine, c’mere.” He stuck a hand out in front of him, his fingers barely making it out of the corn.

Eddie stepped forward, putting a leg on each side of Richie’s to brace himself. Leaning forward, he could vaguely make out Richie’s face amongst the stalks. He grabbed the outstretched hand, preparing to pull him up from the ground. Suddenly, he was instead pulled forward into the corn.

“Shit!” He screamed and fell harshly onto Richie’s body.

“Glad you could join me in the corn, Eds.” Richie grinned.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” Eddie shoved his chest, trying to get up. “Don’t call me that, help me get up.”

“Never.” Richie instead placed his hand on Eddie’s hips, pulling him hard down against his own body.

“Richie.” Eddie gasped and looked at him with wide eyes, suddenly aware of how much of their bodies were touching.

“What?”

Eddie swallowed hard. “Stop.”

“Stop what?” Richie grinned and rolled their bodies further into the corn, Eddie could feel the corn closing around them, and they were completely engulfed, the pathway no longer visible.

Eddie’s back hit the ground and he let out a brief “oof” as Richie landed on top of him as well.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re just rolling around in the corn, havin’ some fun.” Richie had gone down on his elbows, caging Eddie in.

Eddie took a sharp intake of breath as the other boy moved them, successfully putting all his body weight on Eddie, situated between his legs, to prevent him from getting up at all.

“Richie.” Eddie suddenly felt suffocated. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just messing around.” Richie must have sensed the seriousness in Eddie’s voice because his words came out softer than they had been all day. 

“I -” Eddie tried to find words to say as he noticed how close they were, how they were breathing in each other’s breaths, and their bodies were flush against each other, how Richie was perfectly slotted between his legs in a way that caused Eddie to feel hot all over. “You’re always just messing around.”

“What?”

“Everything is a joke to you.”

Richie scrunched up his face in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“All these jokes, all the touching, you’re fucking on top of me, Richie, for god’s sake.” Eddie tried to squirm away, instead accidently bucking his hips up against Richie’s.

Richie let out sharp breath that sounded suspiciously like a moan and Eddie’s face tingled with heat despite the cold. “Don’t do that.” Richie said lowly.

“Let me up then.” He squirmed again.

“I swear to god, Eddie, stop.” 

Eddie flailed his legs, trying to get up, but Richie had several inches on him and a bit of weight, making it a lost cause. 

“Stop.” Richie growled and Eddie looked up to see Richie’s eyes had darkened, his pupils blown. “You’re not.”

“I’m not what?”

“A joke to me.”

“Rich…”

Richie took in Eddie’s face, the red of his cheeks, the wideness of his eyes, the way his lips were slightly parted as he whispered. Their bodies were still pressed against each other and maybe Richie didn’t think this whole thing completely through, but he wasn’t exactly known for thinking things through.

“Rich.” Eddie repeated.

This time, Richie let himself look directly at his lips, the way his tongue swiped out to wet them, a sheen left behind. 

When asked about it later, neither of the two boys could accurately recall which one of them had moved in first. The only thing they knew is that suddenly their lips were pressed together and Eddie’s hands were in Richie’s hair, and his legs were crossed behind his back, bringing their bodies even closer than they ever thought they’d ever be, and their hearts were thumping widely loud inside their chests.

The corn poked their bodies uncomfortably, but they couldn’t be bothered to care, too caught up in each other to notice anything else. One particular movement from Richie’s hips caused Eddie to gasp, his mouth opening to allow the opportunity to deepen the kiss, their tongues rolling against each other. Eddie felt himself begin to sweat underneath his coat and scarf.

Their mouths separated to allow them to catch their breaths, Richie pressing kisses to the side of Eddie’s jaw, not being able to get any lower due to the thick scarf. He settled for pressing kisses everywhere on Eddie’s face, going from his jaw to his ear to his nose to his forehead. Eddie let out a sigh of content with each press of Richie’s lips.

“Eddie fucking Kaspbrak, you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.” Richie said, his voice slightly raspy, and leaned his forehead against Eddie’s.

“It’s not a joke?” Eddie whispered.

“Never.” Richie replied.

Eddie smiled. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, too.”

Their matching grins made kissing hard for the next minute. It was nothing more than pressing their mouths together, neither of them wanting to be apart for any longer. Their lips eventually relaxed again, slotting together as if they had been doing it their whole lives.

“Richie! Eddie!” 

Voices boomed through the field and the boys had no choice but to separate, suddenly noticing the setting sun around them.

“Shit.” Richie muttered.

“Guys?” They could recognize Bev’s voice close to them.

“We’re right here!” Eddie yelled back.

“Where?”

“Uh…in the corn!” Richie responded. A light flashed in Richie’s face. “Fuck, Marsh, point that somewhere else.”

Bev spread the corn apart with her arms, looking into the dense plants. “Why the hell are you in there?”

“We fell?”

She looked at them with a glint in her eyes and smiled. “Sure.”

The two boys scrambled to get up, groaning as they occasionally kneed or elbowed one another, until they fell out in the maze pathway.

“We had to tell the employees and get a map, so I hope you’re embarrassed.” Bev crossed her arms and tsked.

“I guess my rescue mission was a fail.” Richie shrugged.

She took in their flushed faces and swollen lips, as well as Richie’s tousled hair. “I don’t think fail would be the word I would use.”

“Oh!” Richie wrapped an arm around Eddie and pulled him into his chest. Eddie pushed his head into the boy’s torso, hiding his face in embarrassment. “I did catch a nice Spaghetti.”

“Richie, shut up!”

“You have to be nice to me now, Eds, it’s law.” 

Eddie peeked up from his spot against Richie’s chest to look up at him, both of their faces glowing bright red with matching blinding grins. Maybe getting lost had its perks.

[bierichietozier]

will you fix me up (will you show me hope)

Summary:  After being told not to spend all his free time at the arcade, Richie Tozier is now spending Christmas Vacation volunteering at the hospital, delivering flowers and visiting patients. It's on one of these days that he meets Eddie Kaspbrak who is laid up with multiple broken bones. Suddenly, Derry doesn't look so bad.

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Merry Christmas @watersactuallyprettygood!! I really hope you enjoy this from your Reddie’s Hammock Secret Santa!

[stanleyurris]

Eddie Kaspbrak | IT (2017)

You know what these are? They're gazebos! They're bullshit!

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Adrian Mellon | IT Chapter Two (2019)

I still fucking hate your hair.

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Beverly Marsh | IT (2017)

I want to run towards something, not away.