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    Twenty-seven years ago, after the Losers gained an intimate knowledge of the municipal sewer system, they sliced their palms and vowed to stay in Derry to protect it from evil, if the opportunity ever arose. They kept their promise.

    This time, when it starts happening again, the Losers have some experience beating demon alien clowns. But they have a few decades’ worth of personal history to grapple with first.

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    06 Aug 2020

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    "Can I stay here?” Eddie says. “I just… don’t think I’m going to get any sleep. And, honestly…” He glances toward the closed bedroom door. “I’m not leaving this room until it’s light out.”

    “Oh,” Richie says, blinking dumbly. “Well. Can I leave? I kinda have to piss…”

    Eddie glares at him.

    “Sorry,” Richie says with a shrug. “I mean. What do you want me to do? Risk wetting the bed? I could pee in… in…” Richie reaches for a dusty, half-full glass of water on his bedside table. “This?”

    Eddie sighs, his face murderous

  2. Public Bookmark 30

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    Eddie likes pain. Richie just wants to take care of him.

    “Richie, come on.” Eddie’s voice is coaxing, gentle. He’s propped up with all the pillows Richie owns, sprawling luxuriously naked in Richie’s bed, and he’s asking… he’s asking -

    “Hurt me,” he says, eyes half-lidded. “Please, Rich.”

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    27 Jul 2020

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    He looks like one of those paintings, one of the religious ones with some martyred saint stuck through with arrows and bleeding, mouth open in ecstasy.

    He wonders if Eddie wants to bleed. If he wants Richie to scratch at him so deep and so hard that he’ll end up with blood under his fingernails, and Richie’s got that hot, sick feeling in his stomach as he pulls at Eddie’s nipples and watches as tears start to leak from the corners of his eyes.

  3. Public Bookmark 7

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    Richie looks at Eddie, shadow falling over his face, and his cheeks burn red hot under Eddie’s adoring gaze. He’s looking at Richie like he’s the cat’s pajamas, the best thing since sliced bread. It makes Richie’s head spin. He’s that kid in The Exorcist and if he isn’t careful he’s going to spew his emotions all over Eddie and his blankets and Sonia’s shitty carpet. He blinks and thinks, maybe Eddie wouldn’t mind the vomit of love and affection and adoration that is chomping at the bit to climb its way out of his throat. He’s looking at the freckles on Eddie’s lips again, watching them stretch across his mouth when he bites his lips together and peeks at Richie through his lashes.

    Or, Richie and Eddie's first (and second and third and 15th and 78th) kiss.

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    27 Jul 2020

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    They are in a small pocket of dim light and all alone in the universe. Richie has always known they were attracted to each other, they always have been, fucking a natural progression of their close friendship, something they share with their friends and family and the kids at school, some of the teachers too, but this is just for them. Just for Richie and Eddie. Eddie blinks his eyes open and smiles back at him.

    Overwhelmed with that, with the warmth that spreads like marmalade on toast down his back and across his chest, Richie runs his hands from Eddie’s spine to his face. He cradles it, soft in his oven mitt hands he hasn’t quite grown into yet, and kisses him. He is a gift, someone of value, of worth, outside of his body, and Richie knows that. He knows it in his bones and in his heart and if Eddie never ever wanted to fuck again, Richie would still be here. He would still trail after him, grateful to be with him in whatever way Eddie wants him.

  4. Public Bookmark 31

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    Eddie is 42 years old, divorced, and living with Richie in L.A. when he finds out that his dad isn’t actually dead. Furthermore, his dad lives in Berkeley and wants to reconnect. Furthermore, his dad is gay.

    Eddie copes with all of this about as well as you’d expect.

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    18 Jul 2020

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    Richie could destroy him simply by pointing out that, wow, isn’t it funny that Eddie already married his mother, only to end up in a relationship with a guy who’s a lot like his father? Take that, Oedipus. You’ve got nothing on the tragicomedy of one Edward Kaspbrak.

    Richie hasn’t said it, but Eddie figures he must be thinking it. Especially now. And that’s the problem with having Richie Tozier in his life, even a reformed Richie Tozier who thinks before he speaks some of the time. When Eddie wants to cut himself really deep, he assigns those thoughts to Richie.

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    Eddie has a surprising amount of muscle definition going on in the forearm region. Jamie has witnessed, on four separate occasions, someone do a double take at Eddie’s forearm. Karen from HR still bears the nickname ‘Mugbreaker’ after Eddie turned the corner near her office, coming face to face with her just as he rubbed a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck, exposing the wiry flex of muscle between wrist and elbow, and Karen famously dropped a cup of coffee all over the floor. Ergo, either Eddie goes to the gym, or he’s on steroids.

    Eddie is the kind of man who keeps a makeshift itemised medicine cabinet in his third desk drawer, with a padlock on the handle, the key for which he keeps in the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and who administers a library style check-out system of medication whenever anyone asks for a Paracetamol.

    Eddie is probably not on steroids.

    Eddie's coworker finally convinces him to bring his elusive spouse to an office party. It goes about as well as you might expect, which is to say spectacularly.
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    15 Jul 2020

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    He knows that Richie Tozier got married a few years ago, to a man he refers to only as ‘Spaghetti’, and that Spaghetti is vehemently opposed to all forms of social media, and steadfastly refuses to make any appearances on Richie Tozier’s Twitter or Instagram. He knows this because Richie Tozier once posted a photograph of his husband’s bare feet on Instagram and captioned it ‘some raw spaghetti for the foot freaks’, and then, half an hour later, he posted a screenshot of a text from someone whose contact name was ‘ball and chain but make it cute’, which threatened, in very explicit terms, to stick both feet up Richie Tozier’s ass if he didn’t delete the photo. The caption to the screenshot was ‘my husband, making yet more promises he won’t keep’. He did not delete the photo.
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    “Don’t leave me hanging, Eds, I’m putting myself on the line here in front of our new friends.”

    “I’m not wasting my one arm on a high five over your shitty fashion sense,” says Eddie, but when Richie doesn’t move his arm, Eddie does, in fact, high five him.
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    God, Eds, I wish you would,” sighs Richie. “You’d probably wear a suit to divorce court and you’d look so fucking hot.”

    “Divorce court isn’t a thing,” says Eddie, neutrally. “And I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m literally wearing a suit right now.”

    Richie clasps both hands to his heart. “Yeah, but I bet it would be tailored,” he says, as though in rapture. “You’d be like Catherine Zeta Jones in that shitty divorce film with George Clooney—”

    “Intolerable Cruelty,” supplies Eddie.