#thrustsfists

                              AND THERE WERE TWO-- each one of them were terrified after going head on to the monster inside of the well house. To attack the clown that took Georgie, Betty Ripsom, and so many other unfortunate kids. After the boy admitted, stutter free that he would rather face IT alone then not at all, Beverly decided she wouldn’t let him do it alone. At least she’d die running into battle and not away from it, and she’d know that they had a better chance going in together then apart.

                               Her hand runs alone the messenger bag filled with defense she could manage. From crowbars, to hammers, and metal bats. She couldn’t find a gun, nor could she have used it. One glance over to the boy beside her and she knew they might not make it out, but they have to.. Either they die like this or die later. With that, Beverly has no regrets and a wash of strength seems to rage over her. 

                               Trepidation lingers between the to of them, and instead of asking him the obvious question of if he is alright, she acknowledged that no one is. She grabs hold of the bat that hung out of the bag, it’s now or never.

                                     “ Here, take it. ”  She reaches out to hand him the weapon, they needed all they could get. And that included the silent prayers she made to a god she wasn’t sure she believed in. There’s a small part of her that considers asking him if they should walk up these deadly steps, or turn back now. Her thoughts diminish as they start, knowing that every doubt will be a nail in their coffins. Once again her heart beats with the drum of words, it’s now or never, Beverly.

Kiss Eddie under the mistletoe! - Accepting!! (you can just send me ‘mistletoe kiss’ or something lmao)

Eddie stared at Bill with giant eyes and bated breath as he waited for him to finish his sentence. Eddie would swear on his mother’s life it was the truth that Bill’s stutter didn’t bother him in the slightest, but with that goddamn plant hanging from the doorway above the two of them and that faint tint of pink in the other boy’s cheeks, it would have been a lie to say he wasn’t at least a little impatient.

Impatient? More like teetering on the edge of an aneurysm, Wheezy. Well, he couldn’t really fight that one either, with his breath scraping almost painfully in his throat. How had he been stupid enough to get caught under this fuckin’ plant with someone? With Bill of all people?

A teeny tiny little piece inside him murmured something about the possibility of the unfortunate accident being not-so-accidental, and yeah, okay, maybe the ghost of the fantasy of meeting Big Bill under the mistletoe had crossed his mind. But going as far as to actually go for it? that was simply edging on the end of self sabotage rather than wish fulfillment, and Eddie thought his current state of barely being able to breathe or do anything other than stare up at his friend in bewilderment served to evidence that.

But Bill had been trying to say something, and wait, was he starting to lean in?! Making it quiet clear that he had no intentions to finish whatever thought he’d been stuck on, Bill closed the gap between them and planted a quick little peck against the other boy’s lips (his lips!! It was on his lips!!). His entire body screamed in shock and elation for one fast, dizzying moment, and just like that the whole ordeal was over much too soon. Eddie was left once again staring up at his friend, this time astonished and a little bit dazed, and he could feel his cheeks burning what must have been a deep shade of scarlet.

“W…Wow, thanks…” he murmured, still in a daze, until his eyes snapped open wide in realization of how much of a creep he was being. ‘Wow, thanks?’ Who the fuck says ‘Wow, thanks’ after being kissed under the mistletoe? Get your shit together, Kaspbrak!

“M-Merry Christmas, Bill!” Eddie piped up just a bit too loudly, and he prayed that Bill would just write the whole thing off as Eddie being nervous without reading into it any further.

Aaaaaahhhhhh bless you so much for being interested??? I don’t want to write like an 8 page essay or anything so I’ll just write a couple little things I guess^^

Even though his mother is always telling him how much he needs to eat healthy (and he does take it to heart), Eddie has a huge sweet tooth and doesn’t actually like a wide variety of healthy stuff?? Like he tries his best to eat the things his mom gives him but he’s actually pretty picky; he just tends to keep his mouth shut even if he doesn’t like what he’s given. Despite the fact that there’s a variety of snacks at his house he mostly saves those for when the Losers come over, but he does give himself a small allowance of sweets every day.

SEND A ✮23. sleepy hug

      sleepovers weren’t uncommon among friends.  especially with beverly home   ( could derry be called her home anymore? )   for  so little time,  a short few weeks would come and go,  and she’d be packed in a car,  headed towards portland.   the whole group wanted to spend as much time together as possible,  which meant many nights up late,   nested in blankets  & pillows  & popcorn.     but tomorrow she is leaving.    which means being  up before 8 AM,  beverly,   we need you home before midnight, beverly !          it’s four a.m. when they drop their bikes.   bev’s limbs are heavy from drowsiness,  red around the eyes when she goes to rub them.   maybe he isn’t as tired,  but he doesn’t seem to mind the slower pace toward her door   -   maybe this is another way of savoring each second.                “  thanks for walking me, ”   she says,  only once they reach the door,      “  i  - ”    a  YAWN  interrupts her,   and she can’t help but chuckle when it’s done.   smile remains,  and while it’s drowsy,   she’s genuine as ever.       “ i’ll be back before you know it.     maybe the holidays this time,   right? ”               for a second too long,   LAST YEAR’S  departure lingers in the air   -   blood,  relief,   sunshine,  a kiss.      that moment passes.   last year is last year.      she leans in and wraps her arms around him   ( he’s gotten taller .   they both have ).    her exhausted body is almost deadweight against him,   eyes flutter shut  and his warmth is nearly enough to put her to sleep.    “ thanks, bill. ”