a long time ago a wrote a smutty boarding school! eddie au called prep school 💋. anyway i can’t stop thinking about it so here is a moodboard, and i WILL be revisiting this eddie very soon
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A little thing about me I have not yet learned how to make moodboards at all .... One day I will !
But my baby @xxhellfirebunnyxx made me my own me and Eddie moodboard so I wouldn't feel left out of all the fun. To say I am obsessed is an understatement!
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Eddie Kaspbrak
“I mean it," he said, and she felt that power coming off him, coming out of him, in waves. "Bill and the rest of my friends will be back, Ma. That's something I know. And when they come, you're not going to stop them. You're not going to say a word to them. They're my friends, and you're not going to steal my friends just because you're scared of being alone."
She stared at him, fabbergasted and terrified. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, wetting the powder there.
"This is how you talk to your mother now, I guess," she said through her sobs.
She felt safer in her tears. Usually when she cried Eddie cried, too.
Eddie would not be able to stand against such a flood of tears and sorrow. That cold sharp look would leave his face. Perhaps he would begin to gasp and wheeze a little bit, and that would be a sign, as it was always a sign, that the fight was over and that she had won another victory ... for him, of course. Always for him.
She was so shocked to see that same expression on his face it had, if anything, deepened that her voice caught in mid-sob. There was sorrow under his expression, but even that was frightening: it struck her in some way as an adult sorrow, and thinking of Eddie as adult in any way always caused a panicky little bird to flutter inside her mind.” -It, Stephen King
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Moodboard from my fic. I’ll follow you until you love me.
Stalker! Eddie
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