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TW: homophobic slurs, suicidal thoughts, mentions of eating disorders

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Eddie Kaspbrack considered himself a normal kid

He didn't think of himself in some self centered  extravagant way, he didn't see himself on some golden pedestal of school popularity. His popularity wasn't even something he had actively searched out as much as something that had come to him naturally with the progression of his public school years.

In all honesty he still didn't understand why he had been idolized at the top of the popularity slope at his school, he was gay, and while not telling everyone, for he was fully aware of peoples mindsets in his small town, he also didn't make an effort to hide it. Not to mention his hypochondriac tendencies. He felt that if he had never went into cheerleading and grown up with kids who became popular themselves, he wouldn't have been popular. He would have been the flamboyant fag germaphobe. But because of his being popular, he was never bullied for this. But the same people who left him be for these things bullied others over the same actions.

Stanley Uris and Bill Denbrough were a prime example.

A lovely pair who kept mostly to themselves, never coming out officially as a couple, but everyone suspected/knew it anyways. Uris, the Rabbis son who kept out of trouble and would mostly be found bird watching or studying Hebrew out of his Torah. Denbrough, kid with a stutter who lost his brother a few years back, he was very quiet and mostly only talked to people he knew well.

Eddie knew that the football team's quarterback had flushed Uris' kippah down a girls bathroom toilet after making fun of him for being gay. The janitor had to pull the kippah out of the toilet after it clogged, soaking wet and completely ruined. Uris himself crying off to the side while Bill kept an arm slung around him and comforted him.

No one had been quite as ballsy with Denbrough, because despite his soft spoken nature, he was a take-no-bullshit kind of guy, plus he was tall, thanks to a growth spurt in middle school. But even Denbrough had been fucked with. Some girl had found Bill's phone number in the phone book and written it on the inside of a boys bathroom stall with the mantra: call for a good time ;), written underneath. Bill's home phone had rung off the hook for weeks on end, Eddie had heard that Bill had gotten in a lot of trouble with his parents since they picked up the phone the first few times to horny guys talking dirty to them.

While Eddie cringed at these stories, he never did anything about them, he didn't really see why he has to have responsibility in standing up for people when he hadn't chose to be popular. He hadn't chose to be expected to stand up for other misfits because if he wasn't popular, his own qualities would surely make him a misfit. He was quite satisfied to stand by and pretend it never happened, or watch and say how sad it was and do nothing.

Eddie Kaspbrack was a horribly complacent bystander.

It wasn't his problem when Henry Bowers decided it was time for Mike Hanlon's weekly harassment session via bike chase. It wasn't his problem when Beverly Marsh got trash can soup poured onto her while she smoked in a bathroom stall. It wasn't his problem when Ben Hanscom got caught by Henry and got HE carved into his stomach. It wasn't his problem when Richie Tozier couldn't keep his trashmouth shut and got punched so hard it broke a rib again. None of it was his problem.