Protecting Richie from Stan:
Richie: I'm a special kinda white guy!
Richie: I self reflected and I wanna be an agent of change!
Richie: So I am gonna use my privilege for the good!
Bev: Very cool!
Ben: Way to go!
Mike: American white guys. You've had the floor for at least four hundred years. So maybe you should just shut the fuck up
Richie: ....
Richie: I'm bored
Richie: I don't wanna do that!
Mike: Man, if I didn't know this was Bo Burnam lyrics I would of slapped your white ass back to Britain
Richie: My family is actually Irish
Mike: okay ginger.
Bev: Hello?!
Mike: okay ginger.
Ben: Winter fire ain't looking too good now
A/N: I'm thinking of putting this fic on ao3 as well
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Your Song. [Losers club oneshots]
FanfictionA series of usually really sad one shots of those little gays from that clown movie. "The clock read 11:34 pm. Which meant Beverly Marsh's 16th birthday was in less than 30 minutes. Bev, however, couldn't give two fucks about it." An excerpt from a...
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