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  1. Public Bookmark 72

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    “You’re not going without me.”

    Richie pauses, hand lodged in the Miscellaneous Garbage Drawer as he tries to land a grasp on their spare key. He needs to start putting it somewhere other than the same drawer they use to store broken lighters and mostly-empty boxes of matches. Somewhere easily accessible, like a key hook. Or maybe one of those little bowls old people use.

    “You’re not on the-.”

    “I already changed the tickets. You should change your passwords.”

    Richie blinks, outraged. “I told you to stop going through my emails!”

    Andy gives him a look like yeah, and? which is on-brand, for his kid. “So make better life choices than leaving your phone unlocked and crisis puking at eight in the morning, dude.”

     

    (or, Richie is a single dad and coping okay, right up until Mike Hanlon from Derry calls and shit gets irreversibly fucked.)

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    20 Jul 2021

  2. Rec 12

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    When they got there, everything seemed fine. Then Eddie put his good hand on the doorknob, and a burning pain shot right through his hand, like he’d laid it directly over the stove. He screamed, jerking his hand back, and Richie dropped the cleaning supplies he was hauling from the car to rush to his side.

    “What, Eddie, what happened?” Richie asked him, getting between him and the door, blue eyes wide and filled with concern. He caught Eddie’s hand in his, turned it over, frowned. “It looks fine,” he said.

    Eddie stared down at his hand. “I felt something,” he said, dumbly. “I felt—the doorknob, it felt like somebody had heated it to fucking burn my skin off.”

    Richie turned, then put his hand on the doorknob. With a pained hiss, he jerked his hand back, then looked down at it in shock. “What the fuck?” he said.

    or: Richie and Eddie versus a haunted house.

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    14 Jul 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 42

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    Pennywise says, "Richie, truth or dare?" and Bill barely registers the words, because it's Richie, and when has Richie ever been bothered by Pennywise's taunts?

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    03 Jul 2021

  4. Public Bookmark 92

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    It started on the midnight to eight shift, sometime before three, the witching hour even by ship standards.

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    02 Jul 2021

  5. Public Bookmark 14

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    Richie’s not trying to pretend there’s such a thing as life going back to normal. He’s just… Well, not everyone can be like Bev and Eddie; he doesn’t have anyone to leave, any life to say fuck it to. He’s not even fully saying fuck it to the closet, but at least he’s told the Losers. Baby steps, maybe, but he’s pulling himself from its grip. Because if Eddie can leave another abusive “protector” and move in with fucking roommates at 40, Richie can start to wean himself away from the controlling protections in his own mind.

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    02 Jul 2021