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kalsiferdraws · 1 year

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The Deadlights: The Concert

Stan started this band as a way to, as one does, express his feelings for someone else. Someone close to him. Someone who was so blind and oblivious that here he was standing in the front section of the concert crowd, with some girl Stan's never seen before. And she's wrapped around him like they're together? Is Bill... with her?

Stan feels his stomach tighten. His hands are shaking as a rush of crushing realization hits him. He doesn't even realize when he hits the ground from his knees giving out. They aren't on the stage performing, thank whatever entity was smart enough to stop them. But that didn't stop everyone back stage from gathering around him.

"Will you give him some space?" Stan knew that voice. He looked up, seeing Richie. Richie had joined as the bassist, and after a lot of convincing the back up dancer. He was always the "fun" of the concerts, dancing and causing mischief as he played, a large smile on his face the whole time. But right now, that smile wasn't anywhere to be seen. His eyebrows were pinched together as he was pushing people away from Stan. His large hands were practically shoving stage production away with little effort.

A hand touched Stan's shoulder, drawing his attention to another man. "Stanley, you ok?" Mike asked, his voice way more gentle than what Richies just was. Mike joined as the piano player at first but eventually took up drums as their music taste adjusted. Stan looked into Mike's coffee coloured eyes, trying to find an answer. He was confused, lost. He looked to the ground, the corner of his eye catching Richie leaning with the other two.

"Want me to go say something?" He heard Richie ask. Stan let out a shakey breath. He slowly looked to Richie. He didn't see that anger anymore, just... an understanding. Of course Richie would understand, out of everyone, of course. He had seen this same pain on Richie's face every time they saw Eddie Kaspbrak talking to a girl. No matter what Stan, Beverly, anyone told Richie, that pain was always there.

Stan shook his head, clenching the green flannel that hung off his shoulders. It was funny earlier when Stan put it on. How small it looked on him if he wore it normally, making him look like all his clothes shrank or something. He always had something of Bill's on him when he performed. Shirts that he had modified, socks when he couldn't find a pair of his own. But this flannel, was new to the concert scene.

Bill had left it over during a sleepover. And Stan was going to return it, honest, but he needed something for the concert. It fit so well with his black halter top, jeans and green, black shoes. It was like Bill had chosen the outfit himself. Of course the fishnet under the jeans were Stan's idea, but he couldn't take all the credit, truly.

He had draped it down, looking at himself in the mirror, moving and checking poses as he did. He put his hands on his hips, practically beaming with excitement as he felt "perfect". Even Bev and Eddie praised the outfit. Saying things like "awe you're so cute" and "the flannel completes it". It filled him with pride he only felt when he did these concerts.

At least, that was before all this started. Before his world came crashing down. He was so torn. Angry cause how dare Bill be so touchy with that girl, that none of them ever heard of. Confused, cause he made his feelings obvious, right?And... embarrassed.

Richie and Mike exchanged a look, and before either of them said a word, even a letter, Stan grabbed their hands. All three stood and Stan looked back out to the crowd. His chest had a pain that he could only describe as if someone was squeezing you too tightly. Suffocating. He closed his eyes, taking a large breath. "I need the set list," he stated, his voice threatening to crack. "We're making some changes tonight."

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antisociallilbrat · 10 months

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#i hate myself for making this poll #but not as much as I find it funny #one of them has to have it #and i want this debated #sex tw #kink mention #notsfw #bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kasprak #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #stanley uris #it 2017 #it 2019

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thecrimsondandelion · 1 year

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Losers from least to most lightweight with no explanation

Ben

Richie

Mike

Beverly

Stanley

Bill

Eddie

#choosing between eddie and bill for last place was hard #but I think I made the right call #it 2019 #it miniseries #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #beverly marsh #Mike hanlon #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #alcohol mention #alcohol tw

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grownups-are-the-real-monsters · 2 years

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Music References in 'IT': All the Musical Artists The Losers Club reference in the Novel

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1CRQANYn1Ek59_qtWsJFM3bKvJqUCw5zBM51-Oc7jF5I/edit?usp=sharing

#some they mentioned more than once but this is just a cohesive list of them all #the losers club #it by stephen king #stephen king #richie tozier #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #stan uris #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #music #music again

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creepswrites · 1 year

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❝ CREEPS ‣ HE/IT ‣ REQUESTS OPEN ❞ ‣ ALL WRITING ‣ MASTERLIST ‣ VIEW RULES AND REGULATIONS BELOW TO REQUEST!

I. ❝ RESTRICTIONS ❞

‣ The following themes are PROHIBITED: racism, homophobia, transphobia, inc*st, ped*philia, illegal age gaps, extreme/harmful fetishes and kinks, r*pe, self-h*rm, suic*de, & extremely graphic abuse/depictions of abuse.

‣ Topics such as mental illness, violent scenes, and mention/depiction of abuse may pop up on occasion and will be properly tagged. While violent scenes may occur, I try to avoid topics I know to be upsetting to read as well as topics I myself find upsetting.

‣ I will NOT write smut with underage muses of mine, even if the reader is the same age.

‣ I will write for AMAB, AFAB, TRANS, and GN READERS! If you have specific pronouns for your reader request, make sure to state those! I always default to gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified :)

‣ Please do NOT repost my writing anywhere! Ask to translate, do not unless I have given explicit permission for you to do so.

II. ❝ THEMES ❞

‣ Common themes I write for include but are not limited to:

fluff / slice of life

angst / darker themes

nsfw / smut

violence

multi-chapter stories

‣ I do write reader x canon OR canon x canon, so long as it does not violate any of my restrictions! I can be picky about what canon x canon pairing I write for though, it has to speak to me.

III. ❝ REQUESTING ❞

‣ I reserve the right to deny any request for any reason.

‣ Do not spam/pressure me to write! I write for what inspires me in the moment. Requests will be completed when I have the time.

‣ Requests sent when they're closed will be discarded!

HEADCANONS | 1-3K ONESHOT | 4K+ ONESHOT

‣ Headcanons : Five character max, one character min. If the headcanon prompt is specific enough, it can be combined with a small drabble! These vary in length/detail. Unless characters for headcanons are specified, I'll likely write as many/as few as I feel inspired for! Usually within the same fandom/theme, so long as they fit the prompt given!

‣ 1-3k Oneshot : These vary in length & detail depending on the material provided. If requesting, please specify, otherwise I default to headcanons. These can take me longer than headcanons so I take requests for them more sparingly.

‣ 4k+ Oneshot : Meant for more specific scenarios with lots of ideas & content involved! I rarely do these unless I'm particularly inspired by the prompt given. Usually, 4k+ is reserved for long-term story chapters.

IV. ❝ MUSES ❞

‣ Michael Myers : Halloween (1987, RZ, & 2018/Kills)

‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, & Lester Sinclair : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

‣ Pyramid Head : Silent Hill

‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017 & 2019) (sparingly)

‣ ICON + HEADER ‣ COVER IMAGE ‣ LAYOUT INSPO

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #horror writing #halloween 1978 #house of wax #black christmas #behind the mask #the texas chainsaw massacre #friday the 13th #the boy 2016 #carrie 1976 #dead by daylight #silent hill #scream #halloween ends #stranger things #it 2017

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arriansarchive · 11 months

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Regular Request Rules + NSFW Request Rules

Regular (non-smut) Requests Basic Rules

Request in the ask box

I am allowed to not answer (shouldn't have to be said but it is)

Do not request the same thing twice

I might add/change more rules and characters as time goes on because I'm forgetful

Just Notes

Why is my Miles Morales shit post getting reblogged pleeease pick anything other than that

Reader Rules (non-smut)

I will preferably do male reader

I might do gn reader

I won't do female reader so don't ask

I will accept reader being a characters sibling

Character Rules (non-smut)

I will do romantic female characters

I will do romantic male characters

Reader Rules (smut)

I will do dom!top!reader

I will do sub!top!reader

I will not do sub!bottom!reader

Kink Rules (obviously smut)

I will do degradation

I will not do praise (I'm horrible at it sorry)

I will not do pet names of any kind

I might do other kinks if you specify

Character Rules (smut)

I would preferably do m/m

I will try to do gn/m

I will not do gn/f

I will do m/f

Fandoms I Will Do

Spiderman Into/Across The Spiderverse

Miles Morales

Peter B. Parker

Miguel O'Hara

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Gwen Stacy

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

(depends) Draco Malfoy

Nymphadora Tonks

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Veronica Fisher

Kevin Ball

Possibly others if you mention them

Young Sheldon

Georgie Cooper

Mary Cooper

IT Chapter 1/2

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrack

Bill Debsbrough

Stanley Uris

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Mike Hanlon

Stranger Things

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers (male reader only)

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Eleven

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Jason Carver

Eddie Munson

Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children (book)

Alma LeFay Peregrine

Caul Bentham

Jacob Portman

Emma Bloom

Fiona Frauenfeld

Hugh Apiston

Noor Pradesh

Millard Nullings

Enorace

Jillard

Joor

Jemma

Nuwho

Eleventh doctor

Twelfth doctor

Clara Oswald

Amy Pond

Rory Williams

River song

Fear Street

Kate Schmidt

Simon Kalivoda

Josh Johnson

Ziggy Berman

Cindy Berman

Alice Hart

Sally Face

Sal Fisher

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campell

Todd Morrison

Travis Phelps

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring (x m!reader only)

Tao Xu

Harry Greene

Elle Argent

James McEwan

Imogen Heanley

Issac Henderson

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reddie-ao3feed · 10 days

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I'll Learn to Move On

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lBi4sLW by wakinguptoblue Richie didn't think in his twenty-eight years of existence to be attending therapy, but here he is. (Thanks Beverly.) Richie Tozier goes to therapy and navigates through his identity and traumas. It's difficult when it's 2004 and you haven't spoken to your father in ten years. (And you have feelings for your lifelong best friend.) Words: 33867, Chapters: 12/12, Language: English Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Bill Denbrough, Mike Hanlon, Stanley Uris, Patricia Blum Uris, Wentworth Tozier, Maggie Tozier Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Patricia Blum Uris/Stanley Uris Additional Tags: Richie Tozier Loves Eddie Kaspbrak, Eddie Kaspbrak Loves Richie Tozier, Gay Eddie Kaspbrak, Gay Richie Tozier, Richie Tozier Has a Sister, (her name is wren), Navigating internalized homophobia in the early 2000s, Internalized Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Pennywise is Defeated in the First Battle (IT), Yearning, IT IS 2004, Mentioned Sonia Kaspbrak, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Neglectful Maggie Tozier & Wentworth Tozier, Sonia Kaspbrak's A+ Parenting, Therapy, This whole fic is about therapy lol, implied bill/mike sort of, Body Dysphoria, Implied Sexual Content, they are 27/28 yrs old in this fic, Self-Esteem Issues, mention of normal adult sexual feelings read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lBi4sLW

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #it 2019 #fic rec #reddie fic red #stephen king it

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missmewts · 2 years

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any losers high school headcanons?

yknow it bestie

rating; pg

warnings; slight drug use?? mention of richie being a stoner if that counts

bill denbrough

taller than average and lanky

terrible stamina

favorite drink is hot chocolate

loves dogs

bisexual

flannels, beaded bracelets made by the losers, tall socks and low ankled shoes+ khakis

platonic cuddling with bev

drawing all the losers portraits and transferring it to a canvas so they can keep it

watermelon monster is his favorite flavor of monster

watermelon flavored candy

vans and dirty old airforces from goodwill

doctor handwriting

bev marsh

(im aware this is not bev, just work with me)

slightly taller than average

a little pudgy but it works for her

her style matured as she got older

plain colored v-necks tucked into black leggings or whitewashed jeans

lots of jewelry and accessories (such as bandannas, belts, eye gems, etc.)

extravagant makeup phase that ended as soon as it started

arizona tea lemonade half n half

lemon is her favorite flavor

she loves the burn of energy drinks

skateboards

ben hanscom

eventually grew out of his nerd phase but the stereotype stuck with him so he never really left his love for research behind

tiny little notebooks with the elastic things

listens to nkotb while doing homework

his music taste eventually progressed from new kids on the block to less poppy. no band in particular, but nkotb always held a place in his heart

blue jeans and plan t-shirts+any shoes he can find in the house

showers once every 2 weeks

mike hanlon

sweet baby boy mike

he loves strawberry flavored things

he’s a strawberry guy

he loves picnics

he loves exploring the woods even though he’s known them practically his whole adolescence

cant sleep without a night light

spends his days in the library for vibes

the other losers made the library their go-to spot when they drifted apart, because they knew there would always be at least one loser there

high tops and skinny jeans with oversized tops

stan uris

thrifting

his style progressed from “rabbi’s son” to “old man twink” in a very positive way

he loves bird watching, cloud watching, star gazing, puzzles, hiking, and bubble baths

if he could take bubble baths instead of a shower, he would

loves pineapple

wears playboy cologne

actually had a few partners throughout highschool, unlike a lot of his friends

they lasted quite a while, and was very wholesome and genuine. they normally ended in his partner just not being ready to settle down at their age

loves coloring books

prefers colored pencils to any other art supply

he and bev literally become best friends

like crazy close

richie tozier

very tall and slim muscular yk

disgusting room

diagnosed w ocd and dyslexia

low carb monsters

mint green polaroid

he hangs them on his wall with duct tape

teacher hand writing

loves oranges

citrus colonge

loves cuddling

many many flings

honestly just like rlly good hugger

when he dates someone its less sexual than expected and literally just cuddling and super soft kisses and sleeping in the same bed

uses humor to cope

used to play piano because he wanted to play drums but he gave up

cleans the bathroom and living room as a chore at home

sweeps the floor after he cleans

owns an alley cat that he smuggled home on a flight from mexico

his perscription is constantly changing and he constantly gets new lenses for his glasses. he had to get a vanity just to put his glasses in a drawer

has been wearing glasses since 1st grade

unbuttoned hawaiian shirts, pastel colored t shirt, blue jean shorts, black socks, converse

he anually cuts his hair

eddie kaspbrak

takes 2 showers a week

sits down to study when he gets home and has a very strict routine

3:30, get home. 3:35, have a small, healthy snack. 3:40, talk to mom about his day. 3:50, do homework. 4:20, study for any upcoming tests. 4:40, take any night medications. 5:00, spend time with friends. 8:00, bed.

has come to terms with the fact that richie is a stoner

smells like vix

listens to soft grunge

uses a gray shower towel

has candles in his room

cleans his room once a week

mops the floor and wipes the counters when he cleans

the cleaning supplies he gets have to be very specific

deep cleans his earbuds once a week

once owned a bird, but his mom insisted it carried diseases that could affect his compromised immune system

keeps his empty inhalers

likes reading horror

hangs up all the art bill makes for him

#it #request #it 2017 #stephen king #it headcanons #stanley uris #richie tozier #mike hanlon #stan uris #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #ben hanscom

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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I have found some cursed knowledge from the depths of Hell and I'm here to share it. Back when the It remake was in preproduction, when it had another directector (who was replaced with Andy Muschietti) there was someone else lined up to play Pennywise. Will Poulter.

This guy was almost our Pennywise. I am,,,processing.

#it should be mentioned I've never seen any of his work #it 201 7 #pennywise #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrack #mike hanlon #richie tozier #stanley uris #ben hanscom #beverly marsh

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beansnsoup · 2 years

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Bill Denbrough x Tozier!reader

Headcanons/short speed through of the movie

Warnings: Mentions of death and blood, implied fem reader, fluff

☆ Not my GIF

• You were like your brother, but more mature. He was a year older than you, tet you were still in the same grade. So that meant all of his friends were your friends, this meant that you pretty much grew up with Bill.

• Out of Eddie, Stanley, and Bill, he was always your favorite, he made you feel comfortable.

• In 5th grade he started to develop small feelings for you but they faded out when you all moved on to middle school.

• Beverly Marsh got more attention when everyone hit middle school, especially from the boys. Bill made it clear he liked her but he never talked to her. You chose to ignore it though.

• Ben Hanscom and Mike Hanlon also made their way into your group, you weren't complaining, you liked to remain social.

• When you all first found Ben he was all bloody because of Henry Bowers, he carved an "H" into his stomach. Eddie, Bill, and Stanly went inside to get him aids, leaving you and Richie with this kid leaking hamburger helper as Richie put it.

• When they came back with Beverly Marsh your breath hitched, it was kind hard for you to breath, jealousy was kind of overtaking you. Bill stuttered more around her.

• More and more kids started going missing, and when Beverly called you all over to her place because her bathroom had experienced a blood bath it was all crazier.

• When you were walking home from Beverly's place you all had spotted Bowers' car and the home school kids, Mike Hanlon, bike, that led to a rock war which you all won. He told all of you about the fire and how he saw it again, which made everyone else open up about their fears.

• Everyone went over to Bill's garage, which ended pretty quick after the clown nearly killed Beverly. But it led Bill to the house where everything pointed to, he left you all behind to go there.

• Your brother wouldn't stop talking, he normally did this when he was freaking out. You stayed with Eddie, Bill, and Richie, while you, Bill, and Richie were looking for Betty, who appeared in the doorway, Eddie got locked out.

• The shortly after that so did Richie, so that meant you and Bill had to find a way to help them both. Richie all of the sudden burst out of the door and when you all turned around Eddie's head was sticking out of a mattress, with black goo spilling out of his mouth and from under the mattress.

• The three of you saw three separate doors after that, "Not Scary At All", "Scary", then "Very Scary", you all of course headed towards the "Not Scary At All" door where the upper half of Betty Ripsom was waiting for you guys.

• You all shut it quickly, "Remember, this isn't real." Bill reassured, you and Richie nodded then opened the door again, to find the hallway that leaded to Eddie, the three of you ran to help him, then the clown started taunting Bill.

• The rest of you finally together again, trying to help fix Eddie's arm, the clown finally backed off. Bill went towards him but came back later, you all ran out then watched Mrs. Kaspbrack rant about what monsters you all were.

• That left the rest of you, Bill started by trying to make a plan for next time, "No! No next time Bill!" Stanley yelled out, interrupting him, that led to you all arguing. Then Richie mentioned Georgie, Bill was of course furious, then theu both started fighting, physically.

• He punched Richie to the ground, Mike and Stan holding him back when he got back up. Beverly started speaking, "...That's why we're still alive!" Richie cut in before grabbing your wrist, "Yeah? Well I plan to keep it that way." He said, the two of you walking off.

• Bev started to grow on you after then, she was the closest female friend you've had. When all the boys were fighting the two of you would hang out, she told you about the poem she got, "Bill didn't know it, he said he wasn't a good poet." You snorted, "Yeah, no, he sucks."

• You and Richie went to Stanley's Barmitzvah, deciding keeping some of your friends would be a good idea. When Stan ended up making his own speech Richie gave him a one man standing ovation. You pulled your brother down then shot Stanley a thumbs up.

• You were watching your brother play Street Fighter, bored out of your mind, Bill walks in telling you that IT got Beverly and that you'd all have to go back to the house to save her.

• And that you did, all of you met eachother at the house, Stan still shaken up from last time didn't want to go inside but Bill convinced him everything would be fine. Bill led you all to the well, he found a rope which Mike attached to a hook above the well to help them get down to where the clown was holding Bev.

• Then when it was Mike's turn Henry Bowers showed up out of nowhere and pulled the rope back up, leaving you all stuck from helping Mike. You all saw Bowers fly past you all and found Mike at the top, safe.

• When you all turned around Stanley wasn't there, he must've not heard you guys stop. When you found him, the lady he would talk about was practically chewing his head off, but you had all got there in time that it left. Stan broke down, then Bill disappeared.

• Eddie yelled and ran out for him, Richie followed Eddie, then the rest of you did the same. It led you all to where Beverly was, she was just floating, he eyes staring upward. Eddie made you all look up to the rest of the floating/missing kids.

• The boys pulled her down, Ben started freaking out, then out of no where he kissed her, like it was Snow White or something. And almost just like the Disney film she came back, "January embers." "My heart burns there too." You smirked at the poem they were quoting.

• The remainder of the club turned the corner to find Bill talking to a one armed Georgie. Then he pointed the gun Mike brang to his little brothers head, he set it off. The boy started squirming around, then the clown popped up to look at all of you.

• "Kill it!" Everyone chanted, it ran towards Bill then the rest of started fighting it. He shape shifted into all of you and your friends fears, but since you all knew it wasn't real, he was easy to defeat.

• It was over. The clown was gone. All of you were finally together and happy again.

• Beverly told you all that she had a dreams of how all you would die, that led to Bill making you all promise that'd you'd all come back to Derry if the clown came back.

• Eventually everyone had left, you told Richie that'd you meet him at home. That just left you and Bill, both of you sitting in comfortable silence. You eventually got up, "I should probably go." You tell him then start to walk up.

• "Y/N!" He yelled out, you turned around, be was already walking towards you, "Yeah?" He doesn't answer, instead he kisses you, quick and simple. You go back in, you lips movieing in sync, both of you pull away.

• The rest was just history.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

I'm obsessed with the fact of being related to Richie lmao

#it 2017 #bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #richie trashmouth #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #stanley uris #jaeden martell fluff #jaeden martell x reader #jaeden martell

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kyracanwrite · 2 years

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It 2017 master list!

(I made some of these on wattpad a few years ago so don’t mind the weird ooc writing lmao)

💔-Angst

🤭-NSFW (will not be done for young Losers club)

💋-Smut (^same thing)

❤️-Fluff

🔪-Yandere

Losers club 🎈

Prefrence; who confessed first. ❤️

Prefrence; You’re on your period. ❤️

Bill Denbrough

(Coming soon)

Beverly Marsh

(Coming soon)

Richie Tozier

(coming soon)

Eddie Kaspbrak

(Coming soon)

Mike Hanlon

(Coming soon)

Ben hanscom

(coming soon)

Stanley Uris

(Coming soon)

Bower’s Gang

Henry Bowers

Midnight comfort

Warning: mentions of MURDER, Abuse, wounds. Fluff/Angst

(Side note: Again, wrote this a few years ago on my wattpad lol)

Words: 466

Patrick Hockstetter

(Coming soon)

Belch Huggins

(Coming soon)

Victor Criss

(Coming soon)

#it 2017 #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #belch huggins #victor criss #it 2017 x reader #fem reader #it 2017 masterlist #Kyracanwrite

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cosmicbrowniefan · 2 years

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the better eddie

fandom/ship: crossover it x stranger things, reddie with background steddie and elmax

summary: when richie joins the hellfire club, eddie kaspbrak can’t help but wonder why he’s so bothered by this. especially why he’s so bothered by richie’s budding friendship with eddie munson.

genre: one-shot, fluff, minimal angst, high school au, crossover

warnings: swearing, smoking, brief mentions of vomit, jealousy, aged-up losers (15), intentional lowercase

word count: 3,189

eddie kaspbrak couldn’t help but glare across the lunch table as he picked at his inedible school food.

does this kid ever shut up? he thought to himself, as eddie munson yelled something crude across the cafeteria to the basketball team, making everyone at the lunch table crack up, but especially richie.

eddie kaspbrak couldn’t quite explain why he hated eddie munson so much. since getting to high school, richie, his twin brother mike, and many of their other friends had joined the hellfire club, a group for d&d. eddie wasn’t a d&d person himself, but out of their entire friend group, only him, mike hanlon, max, and el didn’t play. granted, some of the group members didn’t understand what they were doing, but they played nonetheless. eddie, however, really didn’t understand the hype over the game. plus, he really didn’t want to spend any more time with eddie munson than he did already.

eddie munson was a stoner. he had been held back god knows how many times and it didn’t seem like this year was going to be any more successful for him. he was loud, annoying, and grunge. he wasn’t the type of loud, annoying, yet somehow charismatic that richie was. he just pissed people off.

“FUCK YEAH, GIVE IT HERE!”

eddie was suddenly shook out of his thoughts by richie shouting and reaching for a lunch tray in the middle of the table, which had 7 chocolate milks on it.

“dude, you’re gonna puke!”

“i need my strength for the campaign tonight!” richie insisted with a laugh. he immediately started opening the chocolate milks and chugging them. eddie, not in the mood for this crowd anymore, rolled his eyes and got up from the table, going to dump his tray. after he was done getting rid of his uneaten slop, he made a beeline for the bathroom and locked himself in one of the stalls.

a few minutes later, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, but eddie couldn’t care less. maybe if he stayed in the stall long enough, the combined smell of weed and shit would be enough to send him home sick. before he could think any more about that plan, however, the door banged open and two familiar voices echoed.

“dude, her class is a fucking buzzkill, i know.”

eddie groaned internally. it was eddie munson.

“listen, when you go to her class high for the first time, you’ll never want to go sober again,” he insisted. the other voice laughed before speaking.

“i never wanted to go to her class sober in the first place, i just didn’t have a hookup on school grounds.”

it was richie. eddie sighed and unlocked the door to the stall. as much as he didn’t want to see them, he didn’t want to smell pot more.

“well, look who it is!” eddie munson called out as eddie kaspbrak came out of the stall. “we were just about to light up, want to join in, little fella?”

“no,” eddie mumbled, shoving past without looking at either of them.

“eds!” richie said. “don’t go yet!”

eddie stopped right at the door and turned around, rolling his eyes and hating himself for loving this boy so much.

“that’s not my name,” he said. “and what do you want?”

“jesus christ, someone’s a little testy today,” eddie munson muttered, but eddie kaspbrak ignored him.

“he’s always like that,” richie said, continuing to stare at eddie kaspbrak with a loving grin. “anyway, eds. you should come to the campaign tonight.”

“no way,” eddie said, immediately turning back around. richie tried to get him to do this EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. but it never worked. as much as eddie wanted to spend time with richie, he could not stand being around eddie munson for that long, watching his friends play some long and boring game that he didn’t even understand.

“aw, come on, eds!” richie insisted. “you can shadow me! i’ll teach you everything i know,” he added with a wink.

eddie, however, refused to turn back around. “i’ll think about it,” he mumbled, pushing the door open and heading to his next class.

eddie hated the thought of spending his night like that. but he hated the thought of richie spending that much time with eddie munson without him there even more. maybe it was stupid, but eddie had this burning need to be the better eddie in richie’s life. i mean, the two had been best friends for forever. what did this loud-ass have that eddie didn’t? eddie had always hoped that he and richie would one day end up together, even if it was kind of a stupid thought. but that didn’t seem very likely, seeing as richie couldn’t keep his eyes off of eddie munson.

eddie kaspbrak had to drag himself through the rest of the school day. it was painfully slow and boring. even though eddie would never touch a joint (does richie even know the risk those things carry?), he couldn’t help but finding himself wishing that he wasn’t entirely in reality right now, either.

after school, eddie trudged home with stan. eddie liked stan. stan played d&d, but he certainly didn’t make it his whole personality. and, since he knew that eddie wasn’t a fan of the game, he just made conversation about other things. this was the one time, however, that eddie wouldn’t have minded talking about d&d. not because he liked the game, but because he couldn’t get this shit off his mind.

“what does munson have that i don’t?” eddie blurted out suddenly, interrupting stan’s story about him walking in on will and mike w. making out in the computer lab.

“uh, what?” stan said, confused. he knew eddie liked richie. he had heard it a thousand times. but eddie NEVER talked about eddie munson.

“what the FUCK does eddie munson have that i don’t?” he repeated, exasperated. “or- well- what does he have that richie is so attached to?”

“oh, uh,” stan started. he didn’t really know what to say. “well, he smokes and he plays d&d and he doesn’t give a fuck about anything,” he said. “he’s basically adopted richie at this point, richie really looks up to him.”

eddie groaned.

“why the fuck am i in love with this idiot?” he asked, looking down and kicking a rock on the pavement.

“that question is beyond me, eddie,” stan said. “i ask myself that every day.” he paused. “are you really jealous of eddie munson? because i guarantee you richie sees him as an older brother. i mean, for fuck’s sake, he’s like 20 at this point. even if richie DID like him, eddie’s not a creep, so he’s not gonna go for a 15-year old.”

eddie stayed quiet and kicked the rock again as he walked along.

“i’m not gonna smoke pot,” he said.

“no one ever said you had to.”

“let me finish.” eddie took a breath, ready for the criticism that was no doubt about to come out of stan’s mouth. “i’m not gonna smoke pot, but maybe i can learn to like your stupid game for him.”

“i’m sorry, WHAT?” stan said, raising an eyebrow. “you HATE d&d, you always say how boring and confusing it is.”

“well yeah, but it’s what richie likes, and i’m not gonna keep fucking sit at home every friday and think about all the time he’s spending with munson and not me,” eddie argued. “maybe i can find some grunge shit to wear too, i don’t know,” he added.

stan rolled his eyes.

“whatever, dude,” he said. “just don’t call me complaining about how you wasted your night playing with us.”

it turned out that eddie didn’t really have anything grunge to wear. he scoured his closet and drawers, but the closest he had was a pair of black skinny jeans and a black and white striped shirt. whatever. it would have to do.

“hey!”

bev’s cheery voice picked up on the other line as eddie set the phone on speaker and got dressed.

“bev, what the fuck am i doing?” eddie groaned, flopping back on his bed after zipping up his jeans.

“i would ask what you’re referring to, but stan kinda told me everything,” bev admitted. “and before you get mad at him, he only said something because he was trying to help and wanted to see if i could- well- reign you in, i guess.”

“reign me in? really?” eddie rolled over and screamed into his pillow. “i knew i should’ve called max instead.”

“okay, rude,” bev said, pretending to be offended. “but really, eddie, you don’t need to change anything. if richie likes you, and i think he does, he’ll like you for YOU, not this persona you’re putting on.”

“can i just borrow some eyeliner?” eddie interrupted, not even processing what bev had said. “please?”

bev sighed.

“fine,” she said. “but i’m coming over and putting it on for you, because god knows you can’t do it by yourself.”

about twenty minutes later, bev, ben, mike hanlon, max, and el burst into eddie’s room. even though mike, max, and el didn’t play, they always went to campaigns to hang out with their friends, unlike eddie.

“what the fuck?” eddie said when he saw them all. “bev, did you seriously tell all of them?”

“no, you just called me when they were all over,” she said. “here, sit up.”

eddie sat up half-heartedly and let bev put the eyeliner on him.

“is this really your attempt at grunge?” max said, raising an eyebrow.

“shut up, i’m working with what i’ve got,” eddie snapped back.

“eddie, i know you kind of have a plan here, but i really think bev’s right,” ben said slowly. “richie will like you for YOU.”

“okay, then he’ll have no problem with me making my own choices and wearing this and playing your stupid game,” eddie said.

“that’s not really what i was getting at,” ben mumbled.

“i think richie does like you. for you,” el stated matter-of-factly. “you are just being a stupid boy.”

“hell yeah, he is,” max said, pecking her girlfriend on the cheek.

“i can’t believe you’re going to the dark side, eddie,” mike said. “now i have to third wheel with el and max as the only people there who don’t play.”

“hey, steve doesn’t play either,” eddie said pointedly. steve was one of eddie munson’s and dustin’s friends. he didn’t play either, but he always tagged along to the campaigns for whatever reason.

“okay, he may not play, but he’s constantly coaching over dustin’s shoulder as if he does, so steve doesn’t really count.”

“done,” said bev. she closed the cap of her eyeliner. “you look hot.”

“i know,” eddie said. “let’s go.”

the group of six headed out the door and to the school for the campaign. eddie didn’t know what he was getting into, really, but at least he looked good while doing it.

mike pushed open the doors when they arrived. everyone else was already there. eddie munson was talking to steve in a low voice and pointing to some things behind his divider. steve looked like he was trying very hard to understand what was going on. mike w., dustin, lucas, will, richie, bill, and stan were in a corner, also talking in low voices. mike and richie seemed to be arguing about something, as per usual. they all turned towards the door when the remaining six walked in. at the sight of eddie, richie fell backwards out of his chair.

“holy shit!” he yelled, sitting up amongst the laughter. “you’re here!”

“don’t make a big deal out of it,” eddie said. but he was feeling pretty confident at the reaction he had just elicited from richie. and he was feeling extra confident at the fact that richie was scanning his eyes up and down eddie’s body.

“what are you wearing?” richie asked, as mike h., el, max, bev, and ben went to join the others. “not that i don’t like it!” he added hurriedly. “it just- it doesn’t seem like you.”

“i’m just trying something new,” eddie said innocently. “now, come on, are we gonna play, or not?”

richie opened his mouth to say something, but eddie munson spoke first.

“kaspbrak, you in?” he said incredulously. “holy shit, i never thought i’d live to see the day.”

“yes, i’m in,” eddie said, louder than he meant for it to come out. “i want to learn. richie, i’ll shadow you. let’s go.”

richie quickly pulled up another chair for eddie and the two sat down. eddie tried hard to pay attention to everything richie was whispering to him, but it made absolutely no sense. did this game even have rules? it just sounded like you made up everything as you went. every time eddie tried to ask a question, richie just had some long-winded response, and he kept leaning over him to discuss with the others, and to argue with his brother, of course. eddie understood less about d&d now than he did before, and that was certainly saying something. not only was he incredibly confused by the game, but eddie munson kept doing all these annoying voices, each making richie laugh more than the last. how the fuck could he stand this kid? finally, after 2 1/2 hours and no end in sight, eddie couldn’t take it anymore.

“i hate to step out now, guys, but my mom wanted me home by 9:30 and i’m already gonna be late,” he lied.

“what? booo!” richie groaned. “come on, you can’t leave now!”

“nah, i really gotta get home,” eddie insisted. he stood up and pulled on his jacket.

“well, kaspbrak, it’s been a pleasure,” eddie munson called after him as he headed for the door. “i would say see you next time, but i could see the boredom on your face, so i think i’ll just see you at lunch.” eddie kaspbrak clenched his teeth and didn’t acknowledge him whatsoever.

what was i thinking? eddie thought, shaking his head as he trudged home. stan was right, i hate this game and i hate these clothes and i really should’ve just stayed home. it was bad enough that he had wasted his night playing a game he didn’t understand, but he would’ve so much rather stayed home and wondered about richie and eddie than been there and seen the heart eyes richie kept making at him. stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stu-

“eds!”

eddie stopped and turned around. richie was jogging after him. “wait up!”

“what is it, richie?” eddie asked. “i’m serious, i need to be home.”

“that’s bullshit,” richie said, catching up and grinning. “your mom wants you home at 9 every night and you know it. you were already late.”

eddie turned red. why the fuck did richie know when he was supposed to be home?

“all the more reason i need to get home,” eddie said, turning around and continuing in the direction of his house.

“wait, eds, come on.” richie reached out and tugged on eddie’s jacket. “where are you running off to? i really thought you were starting to get the hang of it.”

“starting to get the hang of it?” eddie exploded. richie looked taken aback, but eddie couldn’t help it. he had had enough. “starting to get the hang of it, richie? are you kidding me? i didn’t know what the fuck i was doing. i just spent my night playing a game i hate with someone i can’t stand. i get it less now than i did before! and i dressed in these stupid clothes because i thought that MAYBE that would mean you’d pay attention to me again, instead of making heart eyes at stupid eddie senior over there. you’re my best friend and i spent my night MISERABLE because i just wanted to fucking do something you liked and try and get you back from your new fucking boyfriend. and i know i sound like an idiot and this was all my fault, but it’s so much easier to just yell at you for it. so go finish your stupid game and go make out with your boyfriend, and i’m going to go home and get yelled at by my mother for being out all night having the worst. day. of. my. LIFE! so sorry if i’m ‘running off’, but i’m tired and i’m bored and i want to go HOME!”

richie was silent for a moment.

“eds,” he said quietly, “eddie munson is dating steve harrington.”

eddie fell silent. his eyes went wide and his face turned beet red, and he collapsed onto the pavement, head in his hands.

“oh my god,” he whispered. “oh my GOD, i’m so fucking STUPID.”

richie sat down next to eddie quietly.

“why on earth do you care so much about munson?” he asked, after a moment.

“because,” eddie said, “i thought he was, you know, stealing you from me, i guess.” he cleared his throat. “and i’m selfish. and i want to-”

“yeah?”

“i- i want to date you,” eddie choked out. “and i want to be the only one to date you. and i hated the idea of anyone else being with you.” he sniffed. “and it’s really fucking stupid but i wanted to be the best eddie in your life.”

richie smiled. he reached over and tilted eddie’s chin towards him.

“you are the best eddie in my life,” he said. “and the best eds, and the best spaghetti. and you don’t have to play a game you hate or dress in clothes you don’t like for me to like you, because- well, because i do like you. just as you are.”

eddie’s heart skipped a beat.

“wait, what?” he said. “you- you like me?’

richie laughed.

“man, i knew you were oblivious, but this is BAD,” he joked. “yeah, i like you. and i can prove it too.”

eddie’s heart fluttered and his breath hitched as richie leaned in, and softly kissed him. it was gentle and sweet and perfect. richie put his hands on eddie’s waist, and eddie cupped richie’s face. the world seemed to slow down, not for long, but enough to enjoy the tender moment and the feeling of richie’s lips against eddie’s. all too soon, richie slowly pulled away, leaving eddie stuttering and starstruck.

richie chuckled softly.

“i should kiss you more often,” he said. “i think this is the longest you’ve ever gone without insulting me.”

“shut up,” eddie said, but it was with a blush and a smile. richie grinned back and pulled eddie into his chest for a hug.

“so,” he said after a moment, “you were really jealous of EDDIE MUNSON?”

“stop it!” eddie whined. “i- i thought you liked him.”

richie laughed.

“he’s like a brother to me, dude, gross!”

“do you really like me for me?” eddie asked after a moment. richie pulled away and looked in eddie’s eyes.

“of COURSE i do,” richie said genuinely. “i always have.”

eddie smiled.

“good,” he said. “because i’m never playing d&d again.”

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ao3feed-byler2 · 11 months

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It Started By Chance

by writeandburn

It all started by chance, when Bill noticed the black eye Richie was sporting. Then came the downward spiral of social services, finding out you are adopted and have a long lost twin brother, and leaving the town you grew up in to go live with the family that adopted him. *** You mean I didn’t just get stuck with the worst parents on the face of the earth by the fate of conception? You mean they actually chose me just to wish they hadn’t all these years later? You mean I now have two families that don’t want me? It makes sense really. I'm just a big trashmouth. I’m a disappointment. Why would anyone want me? *** The Wheeler's really are polar opposites from the Tozier's. What will it take for Richie to understand he can actually be wanted? How will these boys react to the change in family dynamic? What happens when they both are pining over the same boy? Get ready for a deep dive into the emotions of Richie, Mike, and Will as they navigate these life changes in the last few years of high school. Can they handle it? We'll just have to see.

Words: 4472, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), IT (Movies - Muschietti)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Richie Tozier, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Eddie Kaspbrak, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Karen Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Ted Wheeler (Stranger Things), Troy Walsh (Stranger Things), Original Characters

Relationships: Will Byers/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Troy Walsh/Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 04, mentions of abuse, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Gay Will Byers, Bisexual Mike Wheeler, Jealous Mike Wheeler, long lost twin, Aged-Up Character(s), Developing Relationship, Self-Acceptance, Fluff and Angst, Lots of Angst, mike is having and identity crisis, Richie Helps Will Accept Himself, Love Triangles, Unrequited Love at Different Times, Eventual Smut, Self-Harm, Sexual Assault, Homophobic Language, the losers are background characters for the most part, Troy Walsh needs his own warning tag, Character Death, this is not a byler or reddie fic, we live on angst here

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/5idYoOj

#byler #michael wheeler #will byers

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ailelie · 2 years

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myra, timetraveler (sneak peek)

I've got just over 3k written so far.

Myra fell in love when she was 18 years old. It took her an entire year to gather up the courage to go for a kiss. Two years later, her heart broke. She swore she would never fall in love again.

And then she met Eddie.

After Eddie disappears to a hometown he never mentioned before and dies there, Myra is alone. Friends had always been too great of a risk. Eddie had been an accident, but now Eddie is dead.

She refuses to attend another funeral. That’s tacky as a wife, she supposes, but no one is left to judge her.

At night, Myra dreams.

In the vast stillness of space, a giant eye watches her. She sees herself reflected in the pupil. Every weakness. Every quirk. Every bit of pride and shame. She is not naked, but she feels raw and seen and accepted.

She hates it. She wants to never wake up.

MYRA KASPBRAK.

A voice echoes in her head, warm as a whisper, loud as a death knell. She says nothing. Her vision blurs with tears.

YOU REGRET. YOU HAVE LOVED. YOU HAVE HURT OTHERS AND YOU HAVE TRIED TO DO BETTER.

She thinks of the many pills and allergies she tries to keep straight for Eddie.

She thinks about twisting a key in a lock, calling out a name, reaching the bedroom, and screaming.

Sometimes she thinks she never left that bedroom. She never stopped screaming.

Order helps. Focusing on someone else helps. God knows she’s tried.

YOU ARE UNTOUCHED BY ITS POWERS.

A chill curls around her neck.

YOU CAN CHANGE THE PAST. IF YOU ARE CLEVER AND WISE AND LET GO, EVERYONE CAN LIVE.

She feels the promise press into her; Eddie can live. Apparently some graves are too old to disturb. But if Eddie lives, she will not be alone.

“What do I have to do?” she asks.

WATCH.

Images flood her mind. She sees a couple torn apart by hatred and then one consumed by a clown, the other left alone as she has been alone all these years. She sees a man receive a phone call and then slit his wrists in the bath. She sees Eddie kneeling over another man, excited and relieved, until a claw or something pierces through his back. She watches him die slowly, alone. She hears a man call his name and in his tone she hears the echoes of her scream at 21.

She watches and then it starts again. She watches the couple kiss moments before the mob descends. One cries out ‘Adrian’ as the other is consumed. She hears a voice on the phone. Stan Uris. Mike Hanlon. She sees the welcome sign as Eddie drives into Derry. She sees Eddie triumphant and Eddie dying. She hears the man call his name and again remembers screaming.

Again she watches. New details emerge. The images brand themselves on her mind and she will never be free of them. A man cries for Eddie. She calls out a name, enters a bedroom, touches too-cold skin, and screams.

“Myra, Myra, wake-up.” A sleep-rough voice says.

Myra is sobbing. Her throat is raw. A moment passes before she realizes she is not alone. Eddie is awake. His hand is on her shoulder. His wide, dark eyes are filled with concern.

He’s alive. He’s here. Myra wipes her eyes. “I need my phone,” she says, twisting over to the night stand. She checks the date and confirms what she already suspected. She is in the past.

Eddie is still watching her, confused and concerned. She stares up at the ceiling, her phone held against her breast. Part of her wants to destroy his phone and her phone and drive far to the west, so far from Maine that the claw in the cave can never catch him. But she knows with dream-deep knowledge that nothing will stop Eddie from finding out about his friends and going to Maine. So that leaves only one option. He is going to think she’s lost her mind.

“Call into work,” she tells him. “We need to go on a little trip.”

#it #myra kaspbrak #time travel fix-it #probably ooc #worst candidate for time travel #wip

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