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oh          ,          sweet     apothecary          .               ♡     

self     -     imposed     hangover     is     an     angry       drumbeat     against     richie’s     skull     as     he     ascends          ,          slow     and     sluggish     and     so     obviously     ill     it’s     almost     𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚       ,          up     the     stairs     towards     eddie’s     apartment          &          ultimately          ,          it’s     the     thought     of     the     disapproving     mien     behind     the     door     pushes     him     up     those     last     few     hurdles          .          (          imagine     his     surprise     upon     their     first     reunion          ,          more     tears     and     gasped     greetings     than     actual     vocables          /          stab     of          longing     and     yearning     and     love          only     just     started     undoing     its     tight     knot     in     his     ribs          ,          but     sight     of     wide     brown     eyes     sent     him     toppling     right     over     the     precipice     all     over     again          .               )          he     knocks     a     rhythmic          ,          lethargic     beat     into     heavy     wood          (          shave     and     a     haircut          ,     two     bits          )          that     precede     a     𝘨𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭     𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘯     and     a     careless     slump     against     the     front     door          .               ❝               eds          ,          baby          — — -               ❞               he’s     𝐭𝐨𝐨     𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫     𝐭𝐨     𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞     about     how     fond     that     last     word     sounds     as     it     pours     from     his     mouth          ,               ❝               tell     me     you     have     advil          ,          or     neurofen          ,          or     somethin’          .          i’m     dyin’     out     here          .          remind     me     never     to     let     people     peer     pressure     me     into     drinkin’     again          .               ❞

he’s been up for a while now, body clock having him out of bed by 8 a.m. & coffee in his hand 30 minutes later. it’s a simple routine, a lot simpler that the one he still practiced when he first arrived in castle rock. the only medicine he’s taking now is some vitamins with a glass of low-sugar orange juice. it’s nice. he should be used to richie’s visits by now, but that knock seems to always catch him off guard. when it happens, he’s mid sip of coffee & is clumsily trying to avoid the spillover. “hoooo -- FUCK ! hot, hot, hot,” a string of curses rings out & he grabs a paper towel to wipe the dripping coffee off his fingers; then heads towards the door. “good morning to you too,” eddie drawls after opening it, eyes taking in a washed-up richie. “you’re a fuckin’ idiot, i hope you know that,” & he should just close the door in his face, maybe THAT will make him stop drinking, but he’s ushering him in as he speaks. “literally no one told you to drink that much. sit down. i’ll get it for you.” 

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@bullshitkaspbrak​ / for eddie kaspbrak !

              𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒 but bill might have loved eddie kaspbrak the most. they had always been friends since the beginning and in those endless days after georgie was gone , it was eddie who helped him refocus his grief into something tangible , in as simple as helping fix up a shoddy bike too big for a boy . bill saw all of the losers as family , but eddie sometimes filled that vast void that georgie left . 

with stan , richie , eddie , and him all at castle rock  — bill had began to wonder whether it was all coincidental , or if there were higher forces at work . and of course , bill had his theories but he couldn’t bring them up , not yet , as to avoid unearthing trauma and past hurt that they all wanted to leave behind until the time IT  would return .  “ my birthday isn’t until january , you know ? so if you , richie , and stan are trying to pull a surprise birthday party for me by being all here , consider yourselves busted , ”  well, that was one way to make sense of things even if probably, superbly wrong .  “ but seriously , how a-amazing is it that we’re all here ? it’s like —   ”  a venus flytrap attracting its preys with its sweet nectar before devouring them ? “  — a perfect example of fate. ” 

“dude, i wish we were as creative as that.” truth be told, eddie doesn’t know how they’ve all ended up in the same place. they’re in the middle of fucking nowhere maine, so the chances shouldn’t be THIS high. but, this wasn’t derry. IT didn’t infest these sewers, which meant they were safe. so, this couldn’t be caused by anything bad. “my car broke down here, & i just decided to stick around.” that was the short version. the longer one involved eddie going through a three-day long panic attack of not knowing what to do. he probably would’ve turned tail & run home, but it wasn’t long before he’d stumbled upon richie. he was unavoidable, really. eddie’d heard him yelling down the street one day & the two had stuck back together like velcro ever since. “an oaths an oath,” eddie answered, holding up his scarred palm for bill to see. “maybe we’re all s’posed to stick together.”

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Tyler Young in When We Rise: Part 1

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The Lament of Eustace Scrubb | The Oh Hellos

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*   ╰    tyler young , it .    ╱     welcome  to  castle  rock , EDDIE  KASPBRAK . you’ve  just  blown  out  TWENTY-ONE  candles  on  your  most  recent  birthday  cake , and  rumour  has  it  that  you  had  your  last  birthday  in  DERRY ,  MAINE  . why  did  you  leave  there  again  ? was  it  something  to  do  with  WANTING TO FORGET WHAT HAPPENED THAT SUMMER   ? regardless , we’re  glad  to  have  you  .  i’m  sure  you’re  aware  of  the  town  curfew  ?  i  hope  that  LOQUACIOUS , NEUROTIC , EXPRESSIVE  &  JUDGEMENTAL  behaviour  of  yours  doesn’t  cause  too  much  trouble  here  …   it’s  funny ,  you  remind  me  of  PRESCRIPTION MEDICATION ,  GOOD GRADES , TRACK SHORTS , MOMMY ISSUES , & ENDLESS WORRYING . perhaps  i’m  going  mad  .  

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name: edward frank kaspbrak

nicknames: eddie, eds, wheezy

age: 21

birthday: september 3

sign: virgo

hometown: derry, maine

job: grocery store clerk

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

hair: brown

eyes: brown

height: 5'10"

build: slim

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

+ observant, loquacious, intelligent, cautious, empathetic, loyal, expressive. - neurotic, stubborn, judgemental, petty, anxious, cowardly.

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒

- the first five years of eddie’s life were surprisingly normal. yes, in fact, his mother hadn’t always been a controlling, manipulative, dictator. if you were to look at eddie’s family, after his birth, his mother & father were your average american parents. but, it only took an unlucky series of events to make their happiness fall apart.

- on eddie’s fourth birthday, his father was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. by the time his fifth birthday rolled around, he was dead. it was only a month later when eddie got sick. bronchitis, the doctor said, likely caught from one of the kids in his class. eddie was a generous boy, didn’t have a problem with sharing his lunch with friends. & this was what it got him. a sickness made his lungs WEAKER with every cough & kept him bedridden. perhaps it was too similar to the way her husband sounded near the end of his life. whatever the reason, sonia kaspbrak was sent into hysterics & vowed to find ANY reason to keep her son from the dangers of catching so much as a cold.

- he recovered, of course, but it didn’t stop his mother’s worry. no, suddenly he was being taken to the hospital every week & seemed to always be sent home with a new affliction. asthma, nut allergies, croup, ear infections, skin rashes, bacterial sinusitis. his list of prescriptions became so long, that he was soon given his first fanny pack to carry them all.

- school was his only escape, but his mother’s strict guidelines managed to find him there as well. if his fanny pack, & the scheduled times he took his medicine, hadn’t given it away; a long list of his allergies & activities he couldn’t be included in made his reputation as a ‘fragile boy’ clear to many. it also made it harder to make friends, but his mother’s protectiveness hadn’t scared everyone away. 

- his first friend had been bill, best friends long before the losers club had formed & from a good enough family for him to spend time with outside of school. though, even if sonia had said no, eddie would’ve gone out on his own. desperate to fit in & impress his new friend. after all, his mother’s short leash could only hold him for so long. 

- through bill came the connections to the rest of his friends. stan uris, a jewish boy who, much like with bill, he watched with silent admiration. then, richie tozier; a trashmouth whose filthy jokes & strange voices always seemed to earn eddie’s attention. anyone who paid attention could say they were a strange duo, always bickering & yet so close. all of them were. but that summer was when things all changed. the four of them had celebrated the coming of summer with optimism, despite the disappearance of bill’s brother & a rising number of other children. honestly, eddie had been surprised his mother let him out -- but he wasn’t complaining. 

- ben, beverly, & mike. when those three joined the rest of the group, they became a whole. it should’ve been the summer of their dreams, full of long-lasting childhood bliss. in the end, it was long lasting. one broken arm & showdown in the sewers later, the whole experience changed eddie in a way he can’t ever describe. 

- when he decided to stand by his friends & help them, eddie felt liberated from his mother. but, old habits die hard & it wasn’t long after returning home that a slew of apologies were flying from the boy’s mouth. 

- with the evil defeated, life returns to being somewhat normal. after all, they’re just kids. barely scratched the surface of life & there’s still the awkwardness of growing up. but, you’re not going through it alone; seven people bonded for life, come hell or high water. at least, until they all start making plans. plans to get far away from this little town. but they’ll keep in touch. right ?

- at 18, by some miracle, he’d gathered the courage to leave. despite his mother’s begging, telling him they could move somewhere else together, he’d had enough. perhaps, it was the years of being called a ‘bad son’ for simply wanting to go OUTSIDE, how easily she’d bring out those crocodile tears, being asked why HE was doing this to HER, or the medication & diagnoses that she constantly shoved down his throat. whatever the reason, bags are packed -- a string of apologies & then he’s gone. headed for anywhere in a beaten down tin-can that he barely knows how to drive. then his car breaks down, in a town called castle rock, & eddie knows his mother will never look for him here. he doesn’t get far, but it’s far enough. he uses saved up money to rent a shitty room & gets a job at the local grocer. his long-time goal is to pay his way through school, maybe start up some sort of business, but, he isn’t sure; not even three years later.

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- i prefer plotting & hatching an idea together, or just good ol’ chem, the most though ! so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to create an idea or two !

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