me killing off sonia kaspbrak before the story even starts in every one of my fics is self care actually
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me killing off sonia kaspbrak before the story even starts in every one of my fics is self care actually

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Mosd fehérre a szÃvemet kérlek. Sose kérdezd, ha szemedbe nézek. Ugye látod, hogy nem vagyok fából? Ugye látod, hogy semmit sem bánok?
i just reread mosd the other say and god i forgot that fuckin strwberry eraser and got that same rush of emotions from the first reading
omg u read it again??? 🥺🥺🥺 is this a good time to tell you ill be posting the epilogue either tomorrow or monday?Â
pairing: eddie kaspbrak/richie tozier & bill denbrough/mike hanlon rating: m chapters: 2/? (updated: 7.3k ⇢ 12.9k )
the beginning isn’t always the same. sometimes he’s nine, sometimes he’s twelve - never much older than that. sometimes he’s wearing his favorite old red shorts, sometimes he’s wearing the crisp white polo he wore to church. sometimes he’s in the hallways of his elementary school, sometimes he’s in the long corridors of his nana’s house, and sometimes he doesn’t know where he is at all.Â
he is always running. and he is never fast enough.Â
‘eddie,’ she calls. she’s right behind him, she’s lightyears away. ‘eddie-bear.’ sickly-sweet, crawling across his skin like the spiders in the basement.Â
‘don’t run from mommy,’ she’d whisper. even when eddie would cover his ears, she was there, inside of him: a part of him he couldn’t cut away. ‘eddie, come home. come home to mommy.’Â
sometimes, dream eddie would find his voice. no, he’d say, or stop, or please, or i’m trying my best i promise, i promise.Â
‘eddie,’ the voice morphs, and sometimes — every time —  eddie weeps. ‘your best just isn’t good enough.’Â
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dare i ask what mosd is .. i haven't been following u for very long and im intrigued
mosd is the fic i wrote and recently finished! it’s a reddie / hanbrough centric band au (how very niche) and u can read it here if u so please
ok well chp 12 is up... my legacy is ocmplete its over its done !
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