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Platonic!Billy Batson X Reader X Platonic!Freddy Freeman

Hey y'all, this is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted on Tumblr so, I hope you like it! I got the inspiration for this story from @stxn-the-mxn ’s story “Runaway”. I got permission to wrote this story, and I urge you to go read their work! Hopefully if it does well I will wright a second part! And now, on with the story!

Word Count: +6,500

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“So, Ms. L/N, you’re last foster home not working out too well for you?” Your social worker asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, you could say that.”

She sighed as she looked down at her desk before leaning forward towards you. “And what exactly was wrong with this one?”

You stared down at her desk, folding your arms over your chest. Your last home wasn’t the worst you have seen, but anyone could tell it wasn’t going to work out. The kids all acted as though you were some kind of vermin infesting their home, going quiet whenever you walked into a room, and making sure to exclude you from almost everything. The parents hadn’t noticed, always too busy at work or with their real children.

It had only been a few days before you had decided to take anything of yours, and theirs that you knew wouldn’t be missed, and leave. You lasted about two days before the police caught you sleeping against a heater outside someone’s house. This house was the final straw. You couldn’t take going to another foster family.

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Make the Yuletide Gay

With holiday break comes the stress of being back around family, something which gets to Eddie greatly. Unfortunately for him, his unresolved anger comes out in less than healthy ways, possibly affecting his relationships with someone he truly cares for. Lucky for him, Stan can be pretty understanding.

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I'd like to say a happy holidays to my secret santa @stxn-the-mxn ! I hope you enjoy!

This fic is in collaboration with @itfandomprompts secret Santa! Go check out their page for a lot more content that's come out for this!

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will there be a part two for I Love You the reddie fanfic??❤️

No I don't think there will be. If I tried to write a second part, I don't think I'd find satisfaction in it. I ended I Love You the way I wanted it to end, and I'm happy with how it is. ♥♥

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The Gift Of You || College!Steddie

IT Secret Santa Gift for @maxine-gayfield​

IT Secret Santa Organized by @itfandomprompts​

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November 11th, 1994

“I just don’t understand why they need to do… this?” Stan furrowed his eyebrows, watching as a boy he recognized from his history class and a girl he had never seen before hung up another garland across the hallway. He acknowledged that the garland was a nice shade of green, and it was pretty to look at, but that didn’t change his opinion on it.

Eddie, who could barely see through his layers upon layers of beanies and scarves, turned to Stan, seeing the contempt in his eyes. He followed Stan’s eyes to the winter garland that draped across the wall, just brushing the top of a doorframe.

“People get excited for Christmas, Stan. It’s bigger than Hannukah, especially here. But that doesn’t mean we can’t cele-” 

“No, no, I don’t care about that. It’s fucking November.” 

“Oh.” Eddie blinked in surprise, as Stan’s hands curled into fists. He was almost shocked at how frustrated Stan was getting. Sure, he knew that Stan often felt left out at Christm- December,

(Eddie had sworn to Stan that he would be inclusive around the holiday season. Stan had told him he didn’t have to do that, but Eddie had smiled sweetly and crossed his fingers over his heart)

but he hadn’t expected Stan to get so annoyed at people hanging up decorations early. Maybe, a thought occurred to him, Stan would be less annoyed if it weren’t just typical Christmas decorations being hung up everywhere. But then again, maybe Stan meant what he said and he was just frustrated that it was only November. 

Let’s hope that Stan avoided any and all shopping malls until December.

“-vember is way too early for holiday decorations. It’s barely been two weeks since Halloween, yknow?” Eddie glanced up at Stan again, his neck hurting a little, due to their difference in height.

Eddie used to complain about his small, 5’5 height in comparison to Stan’s 5’8 height, or anyone else’s height quite regularly, so much so that Stan had once made a comment that their heights were not that different, and Eddie was simply being dramatic. Eddie hadn’t said anything about his height since.

“Stanny, I think you’re being a bit dramatic.” Eddie hummed, a small smirk on his face as he remembered the height conversation, his voice muffled through a scarf that he’d moved to warm up his face more. Stan huffed, but shifted his thoughts away from the decorations, and instead listened to Eddie talk about whatever his mom had sent a letter about this time.

As Eddie spoke, fumbling over his own words as he complained about his overbearing mother, Stan took one last look at the decorations that plagued the college hallway and made a mental note of the date.

November 11th. 44 days until Christmas.

***

November 20th, 1994

“So, you want to celebrate Christmas for the first time, because of Wheezy?” Richie Tozier snorted, eyeing his curly-haired dormmate over the top of his comic book. Richie had not stopped laughing since Stan had slammed open the door and collapsed on his bed, muttering unrecognizable sentences under his breath.

These sentences, as one might come to wonder about them, were very much related to the day Stanley had spent with Eddie. These comments were in no way negative. Stan would never dream of saying anything even remotely harsh to the smaller boy. No, these comments, as anyone who heard them could tell you, were simply muffled confessions of a newly burning adoration.

“Yes, I do. And his name is Eddie, thank you very much.” Stan rolled his eyes at Richie, a common occurrence in their dorm.

Richie, however, was well aware that his name was Wheezy. Not only did he share some classes with the boy, but he slept in close proximity of Stan, and that reminded him of the brunette boy’s name enough. Stanley Uris had a terrible habit of talking in his sleep. 

“Okay, so, you - a Jew - want to celebrate Christmas - a not Jewish holiday - because of some boy that you like?” 

“Yes. Wai- No, I don’t like him!” Stan glared at Richie, who simply shrugged his shoulders in response, the smirk across his face kept hidden behind his comic. Stan, in a moment of defeat, slumped back onto his bed, unaware of the conversation happening across the hallway.

***

“Ben, it’s just not fair! He’s too pretty to be real.” Eddie groaned, his pale skin flustered so much that his freckles were practically hidden. Ben Hanscom, who had been trying his hardest to finish his architectural sketch and not giggle at Eddie’s predicament, gave up and put his pencil down.

“Deal with it, Eddie. Some people are just too pretty.” He mused, eyes drifting to the set of four photobooth pictures pinned to the wall, flaming red hair drawing in his focus.

“But I don’t wanna deal with it!” Eddie whined, shoving his face into his pillow, leaving Ben on the verge of a giggling mess. “Why can’t- why can’t he deal with it, and be- be less pretty?” 

“Well, I don’t think you’d like that, would you?”

“No… I suppose not. Fuck, I hate when you’re right.” Eddie, upon hearing Ben’s triumphant laughter, stuck out his middle finger, frustrated grumbles spilling from his lips. Eddie’s fist met his mattress repeatedly, each impact paired with a sweet, but angrily spoken, comment on Stan.

Ben, figuring he wasn’t going to be having another conversation with Eddie for a while, stood up and walked over to there calendar. It had been a gift from Sonia Kaspbrak, who had no clue how to give suitable presents to her son and had presented him with a calendar with a different health fact each day.

Ben ripped off that day and its fact (blood makes up about 8% of your total body weight) revealing the new fact for the 21st of November.

November 21st, 34 days until Christmas.

***

November 30th, 1994

“Benjamin Peter Hanscom, I am 100%, without a doubt, completely and utterly in love with Stanley Reuben Uris.”

Ben, who had not been expecting Eddie so early, almost knocked poor Beverly off the bed in shock. Bev, who had simply wanted to spend time with her boyfriend, gaped at Eddie, his words coming as a surprise to her.

“Ben, why aren’t you saying anyt- oh, hi, Bev.” Eddie collapsed on his bed, which had become a regular occurrence since Eddie had realised he had any semblance of feelings for Stan. 

Oh, he definitely had feelings for Stan. Stan, who would barely speak up in class, but always had so much to say. Stan, who would always wait for Eddie outside the classes they didn’t share. Stan, who knew Eddie’s order at every nearby restaurant and cafe. Stan, who was a straight-A student, yet would sometimes arrive late to class due to being distracted by a bird.

Stan, who Eddie could talk about for hours. 

Yeah, he absolutely had feelings for Stan.

Looking up, Eddie saw the awkward expressions on Beverly and Ben’s faces and rolled over to face the wall and not them.

“Continue. I’m not watching.”

***

“You’re in love with Wheezy! You’re in love with Wheezy! You’re in love wi-”

“Yes, Richie! We get it, okay? Stan’s in love with Eddie.” Mike placed his hand over Richie’s mouth, only to receive the sensation of Richie’s tongue across his skin. “You, Richie, are disgusting.”

“S-so, Stan, when did you r-realise you liked, or love, him?” He watched as Stan’s cheeks lit up red, a smirk now adorning Bill’s face. “I’m sorry, S-Stan, is love too strong a word f-for you?”

“You guys need to shut up!” Stan cried out, leaving the other three boys in fits of laughter. “Oh, fuck you guys!”

“Cmon, Stan, you know we’re just messing with you, right?” Mike sat beside Stan, patting his back comfortingly, while Bill and Richie continued to laugh. Now, as cruel as it may seem for Bill and Richie to find such humour in Stan’s feelings, they were actually quite happy and proud of their best friend.

“Hey, Rich?” The glasses-clad boy looked over at Stan. “What would- I can’t fucking believe I’m asking you this- What would you do if you thought you’d found your soulmate?”

“Whoa, Stan the Man! You saying that Kaspbrak’s your soulmate?” Mike exclaimed, springing to his feet. Bill and Richie’s eyes widened as Stan fiddled with his fingers.

“Well… yeah. Do I sound insane, or ridiculous or obsessive or-”

“You and Eddie are absolutely soulmates. Just ask him out. If he doesn’t say yes, you can just go out with me.” Richie smiled and tried to pull Stan into an affectionate embrace, trying to keep up a serious facade, Stan slapping his arms away and laughing loudly.

“How do you ask someone out?” Stan asked, earning eye rolls from his three friends.

“W-well, it’s got to be special. And important. Especially to Eddie.” 

Stan wracked his mind for something special and important to Eddie. And of course, things that might actually make Eddie say yes. That, to Stan, meant no disease, no illness, nothing that reminded Eddie of his mother.

“Wait! Stan, Stan, Stan, Stan, Stan!” Richie shook the curly-haired boy by his shoulders, Stan simply rolling his eyes in response.

“Yes, Richard?”

“Didn’t you tell me you wanted to celebrate Christmas because of Eddie?”

Stan, in a moment of realisation and possible brilliance, bolted to the calendar.

“It’s the 30th of November. I have 25 days to give Eddie the best Christmas of his life.”

***

24 Days Until Christmas

“G’morning Stan!” Eddie’s cheerful voice called down the hall, causing Stan to choke on his peppermint latte and almost spill the gingerbread hot chocolate in his hand. As Eddie practically bounded over to Stan, the taller boy took in his appearance. Eddie’s cheeks were flushed red, and the white flakes of snow on his head stood out among his chestnut curls.

He looked utterly adorable and Stan could only just keep himself composed.

“How are you, Eddie?” Stan smiled, not unaware of Richie standing not too far behind Eddie, gesturing crudely at the pair of boys.

“Well, it’s December 1st, and Ben got up early to decorate for Christmas, so I’m in quite a festive mood.” Eddie smiled, remembering the string of red, yellow and green lights that had woken him up.

Stan blushed at the sight of Eddie’s wide smile, and the way his hair bounced as he shook out the snow. The burning sensation tingling through Stan’s hand reminded him of the drink he was still holding.

“Oh! Eddie, I brought you a drink. I remembered you texting me at, like, 2am about how excited you were for a gingerbread hot chocolate, so I thought I’d get you one.” Stan breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t stammered or messed up his words.

“Fuck, Stanley, I love you. I can’t believe you remembered!”

Stan froze at Eddie’s words, the dorkiest smile imaginable breaking out across his face. He handed Eddie the cup, laughing softly as he aggressively started drinking it. It was almost gone in a minute, Eddie giggling awkwardly as he realised he’d downed the whole thing.

Stan was yet to tear his eyes away from the small brunette, eyes open wide in pure shock and admiration. His next words barely matched a whisper.

“How could I forget.”

***

18 Days Until Christmas

“Eddie? Really?” Beverly sighed as she watched Eddie shove a bobby pin into the lock. Sure, he could’ve just asked Richie for the key, but as if that dickweed would just hand them over. Especially if he knew why.

Beverly and Ben had boxes stacked to the skies that Eddie had filled with decorations and other surprises he’d bought the past week. He could only hope that Stan would like the surprises too.

Click!

“Fuck yeah!” Eddie swung the door open, only to be met with Richie, Mike and Bill’s scared faces as they huddled together.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Tozier screeched, pushing up his glasses that were slipping off.

“No point in lying now,” Eddie groaned. “I- We were planning on decorating Stan’s dorm. I’ve spent the past week shopping for Hannukah items and simple decorations in Stan’s favourite colours. That’s what we’re doing here.”

Bill and Mike shared a knowing look with Ben and Bev, while Richie let squeaky laughs to escape through his smiling face.

“That’s kinda gay, Kaspbrak!”

“Oh, go suck your boyfriend’s dick, Tozier.”

The two continued to bicker, as Bill and Mike moved to help Ben and Bev unload the boxes. In the time it took for Richie and Eddie to calm themselves down and move on, the other four had already hung up all of the blue and silver decorations, and were in the process of stringing up the little bird-shaped fairy lights Eddie had hunted down for three days.

“Hey! I was meant to hang this all up!” Eddie gasped, genuinely upset.

“Don’t worry, Spaghetti, they left the most important part for you,” Richie said, handing the extremely expensive menorah (which had cost Eddie all his savings. But it was for Stan, so he didn’t care.) over to Eddie, being careful not to drop it.

Eddie placed it carefully on Stan’s desk, making sure it didn’t disrupt the perfect order that Stan kept everything in. Once that was done, Eddie left the room, Bev and Ben not too far behind.

10 minutes later, Stan unlocked the door and gasped in surprise. There was barely an empty area of wall, and usually, this would have upset Stan, but when he took a moment to actually examine the festive explosion, it brought a smile to his face.

Blue, silver and birds.

Three out of four of his favourite things. His fourth favourite thing was Eddie. And there, on his desk, was the most gorgeous menorah he’d ever seen. He was so enchanted by the new item on his desk, he hadn’t noticed Richie reading another comic.

“It’s gorgeous,” Stan spoke, seemingly to himself.

“Yeah, Wheezy did quite a good job,” Richie muttered, almost causing Stan to scream in shock.

“Wh- Eddie did this?” 

“Yeah, who else? Me? Nah, I’ll leave this kind of sappy shit to your tiny boyfriend.”

“He’s not my bo- I don’t care. He did all this for me?”

“Jesus, Stanley, get it through your head. Yes, he did it for you. Now go run to his dorm, sweep him off his feet and fuck for god sake.” Richie sighed, more serious than he’d ever sounded.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

***

10 Days Until Christmas

“No. I’m not hanging Mistletoe in the doorway, Benny. That’s a stupid plan.” Eddie sighed, tossing the leaves behind him. Ben sighed, reaching down to pick up the discarded decoration. 

“But wasn’t that your plan?”

“It was. But that’s so basic. And there’s no consent because of “tradition”, which is stupid and dumb. And it’s a Christmas tradition and I want it to be more… Stan, y’know?”

Ben sighed again, burying his head in his hands. Eddie was truly one of the most frustrating people he’d ever had to deal with, but he loved the boy nonetheless, and all he wanted to do was help his friend get together with the boy he was so clearly in love with.

“Fine, we’re scrapping Mistletoe. What else you got?” Ben queried, staring at Eddie with an inquisitive look. He was quite intrigued to see what Eddie could come up with.

“What if- and I know this sounds stupid- but what if I gave Stan a Hannukah present, but the present was me and I kiss him? Is that stupid?”

Ben stared in shock. Never did he imagine that Eddie Kaspbrak, the resident germaphobe, who sometimes screamed at the slightest breath on him and ran miles away from any cough or sneeze, was thinking of kissing Stan Uris.

Ben couldn’t assume that Eddie hadn’t thought of kissing Stan before, because there was no way he hadn’t. But Eddie was ready to put his thoughts into action. Ben couldn’t help but be proud of him.

“Fuck. Ben, I’m going out. December 25th is too far away.”

Eddie sped out of the room, not giving time for Ben to process his words. When the realisation dawned on him, the smile on his face swelled, and he rushed after Eddie, excited to see what he did.

***

“Stan The Man! You’re gonna kiss Wheezy as a Christmas-Hannukah present? Now that’s a move!” Richie nudged Stan in the shoulder, only receiving a light shove back. Stan was an alarming shade of red, which only made Richie happier.

“Shut the fuck up, Tozier. I’m only doing it cause Mike told me to.”

“No, I didn’t.” 

“Shut the fuck up, Hanlon. I’m not in the mood.” Stan laughed softly, as did Mike and Richie. When the laughter fell to silence, Stan began to mull over his tumbling thoughts. Fuck, was he really going to kiss Eddie? Yes. Yes, he fucking was.

“Hey, guys?” The two boys hummed in response, gazing up at their friend. “What if I… didn’t wait until Christmas?”

Their eyes widened, and so did Richie’s smile.

“Stan my man! That’s what I’m talking about! Sweep the little fucker off his feet and kiss him until he has an asthma attack! Go, you fucknut, and get your man!” Richie headlocked Stan, ruffling his already messy curls.

“I believe in you, Stanley. As Richie said; go get your man!” Mike cheered, clapping him on the back.

“I also said fucknut.” Richie stated through laughs, to which Stan simply rolled his eyes, a smile evident on his face. Stan stood up from his bed and headed for the door, ignoring the cheers and wolf-whistles from his friends.

He swung open the door, only to be met with Eddie’s closed fist, as if he were about to know on the door.

“Eddie!” Stan exclaimed, his voice breaking in surprise.

“Stan! Sorry for almost punching you…” Eddie sighed, dropping his arm to his side, letting it swing awkwardly. “Oh! You’re probably wondering why I’m at… your door and very clearly trying to get in, since I was about to knock… I really am sorry for almost punching you. So uh, basically, I was going to wait until Christmas- sorry, Hannukah- but I couldn’t wait so now I’m here and I’m so sorry for just showing up but I ju-”

Their lips moved perfectly together, their bodies moulding as if they were clay being sculpted into each other. Time seemed to slow as Eddie grabbed Stan’s waist and Stan grabbed Eddie’s face, both pulling each other closer.

“You need to stop apologising,” Stan murmured, drawing Eddie nearer. “Just keep kissing me.”

Mike stood from his viewing position, shutting the door, much to Richie’s frustration. Ben coughed awkwardly and scurried off to his dorm, leaving Eddie and Stan in the empty hallway, their lips still brushing against each other.

“Happy Hannukah, Stan.”

“Merry Christmas, Eddie.”

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Remember when I wrote?

Good times

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Loved forever (Reddie + reader)

summary:  Okay so I was thinking that the reader dies instead of Eddie and they both have to leave her body down there and that there’s a time skip into the future where Eddie and Richie get married and they leave a seat for the reader at the table with the losers and they hallucinate that shes still there but in reality it’s her ghost saying she’s proud of them and saying one final goodbye and can you possibly make it that they make a speech about wishing she would be there and then for them to visit the kissing bridge where there initials are and she shows up and explains how much she misses them but it’s time for them to let go

A/N: This was requested by @bethanyb1110​. Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it! I’m sorry this came out later than I promised! Let me know what you think! 

warnings: death, swear words, there’s like 1 sex joke in here I think

You had never expected to be back here. Despite making a promise that you would come back if IT ever came back when you were only 13, you weren’t really planning on risking your life. It was strange, even though IT tried his hardest to make your life as miserable as possible, he hadn’t succeeded. Your life as an adult, was for the most part amazing. That was due to the fact that you had reconnected with Richie and Eddie, long before Mike had called, and you all had to go back to Derry. Richie, Eddie and you had been dating since you were 15. You had thought you were crazy, being in love with your two best friends. Especially considering they were dating each other. It caused a lot of restless nights, nights were you cried yourself to sleep because of the confusing feelings you were feeling. It was on one of these night that Eddie and Richie crawled in through the window.

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Can you make a fanfic about Mike Hanlon’s daughter please

Ah! this took so long to post cause of school but it’s up now!

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Good || 2019!Mike Hanlon X Daughter!Reader

Request: Can you make a fanfic about Mike Hanlon’s daughter please - Anon

A/N: this took so long i’m sorry i’ve had exams

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Y/N Hanlon smiled as she put the last of her books in the cardboard box. Finally, after 15 years for Y/N, and 40 for her father, Derry would be far behind her. A part of her wished she’d left earlier, so she would never remember the horrors she had faced in this town. As her mind fell, thoughts of the last week caused her smile to slip away, fading to nothingness.

She wanted to forget. She wanted so badly to forget about every story her dad spoke of, every mention of the clown. She wanted to forget the night that IT had appeared in her room, clawing at her limbs, leaving deep gashes and bloody sheets and a terrified girl.

She wanted to remember meeting all the Losers, but she wanted to forget the circumstances. She wanted to forget that day, when she had been alone at the clubhouse, before being stolen by the clown and trapped in that fucking sewer.

She wanted to forget what she saw in the Deadlights. She wanted to forget seeing Stanley Uris in the bathtub. She wanted to forget seeing Beverly Marsh and her husband and his belt. She wanted to forget seeing Ben Hanscom and the beer in his hand and the other car he couldn’t see. She wanted to forget Richie Tozier and the alleyway and the horrible men he ran into. She wanted to forget Eddie Kaspbrak and his wife who pushed him too far and the pills that finally had an actual effect on him. She wanted to forget Bill Denbrough and the clown itself and his sacrifice. She wanted to forget Mike Hanlon, her own father, never leaving Derry and tearing himself down so quickly. 

But she would never forget. Even if the memories faded over time, her lack of right arm would always remind her. She still felt the pain. She could still hear the screams. Her own, her fathers and her friends. And the laughter. The laughter of the clown as her arm slid down its throat.

But you had defeated IT. IT was gone and wasn’t coming back. She was safe. Her family was safe. Mike was alive. Bev was alive. Ben was alive. Bill was alive. Richie was alive. Eddie was… barely alive. Stan… Well, may he rest in peace. 

“Y/N? Honey? You ready to go? Bill’s not gonna wait much longer.” Mike smiled, coming upstairs to join his daughter in her room. It was strange to see the room so empty, after having it filled with books and paper for so many years. But this meant change. And change, for the Hanlons, was more important than anyone could ever imagine.

She had forgotten Bill would be waiting. 

“Yeah. I’ll be done soon.” Mike pulled Y/N into one of those awkward side dad hugs, to which she didn’t reciprocate. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts that she couldn’t even acknowledge that her father had hugged her. He sighed, leaving the girl alone. 

MIke was only on the first step when Y/N’s sudden sob caught his attention.

“Y/N?” He rushed back to his daughter’s side, catching sight of Bill out of the window. “Hey, honey, what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s ever gonna be the same.” She muttered, not looking her dad in the eye. “How could it be? I-I mean, Eddie almost died, Stan fucking- he fucking… I’m missing an arm, dad! I just want it to go back to how it was. I want it to go back.” 

Mike held his daughter close, her tears soaking through his shirt. His eyes were drawn to her right arm, or lack thereof, and felt his own tears sting his eyes. He had done this. He had dragged her into this mess with IT and the Losers and the Deadlights. He was the reason she was missing an arm.

“Honey, it can’t. It can’t go back to the way it was. But we’re not going to think about the way it was. We’re leaving Derry. We’re going to find out about the way it’s going to be. I know it’s going to be hard, but look at us, we survived IT. We can do anything, okay honey?”

“Y-yeah. The way it’s going to be.” Y/N smiled, and though it was small, it didn’t go unnoticed by Mike. He kissed her forehead, and with one final dad hug, left to go and see Bill. Y/N’s smile faded, her tears coming back.

But she knew her dad was right. 

She would survive.

She had already survived so much already, and moving was nothing compared to what she’d been through.

She was going to find out about the way things were going to be.

And, looking out at her dad and Bill by the car, hand in hand, she knew things were gonna be good.

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Latest Update: 14/11/19

IT

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrak

Stan Uris

Bill Denbrough

Mike Hanlon

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

SHAZAM

Freddy Freeman

Billy Batson

STRANGER THINGS

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Max Mayfield

El Hopper

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

NOELLE

Nick Kringle (Noelle)

Noelle Kringle (Noelle)

MISC.

Officer Slater (Superbad)

Barry Berkman (Barry)

Cast Members (Aforementioned Shows/Movies)

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Idk if you do these, but could you ship me with an IT character. I'm 5'6, brown hair, grey green eyes and pretty pale. I'm kinda shy, but like the definition of crackhead when I get comfortable with people. I love music with a passion, but i end up doubting myself, and can sometimes have real dark periods of my life. But I try to think positively, and help people. I'd not say I'm the bravest, but if it's people I love that's in danger, I will do whatever it takes to get them back home safely.

Unfortunately, I don't do ships, but i'm sure there are tons of accounts who do ♥

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ben hanscom hcs

@gazebros and i were very deep in Loving Ben Hours tonight so we put our heads together and wrote these hcs for our boy.

<3

soft ben hcs.

you were like the absolute best of friends for so long.

like, the stereotypical best friends to lovers trope.

you and ben leave derry together. you go to the same college and do the same architecture courses.

the decision to leave derry behind was an easy one.

you get a small, cheap apartment in a dodgy building because it's all you can afford

and ben absolutely Hates how small it is, because he HATES feeling trapped.

he keeps it clean and free of useless clutter so it feels bigger.

cuddling because its definitely platonic and we don't have buried feelings for each other or anything and it's not like we've never shared a bed before yknow like it's totally Normal and also we can't afford central heating and it's COLD.

listening to new kids on the block very loudly and very often to piss off your asshole neighbours.

true crime documentaries!!!! trying to solve the cold cases!!!!

neither of you have the stomach for the supernatural ones, though, but you can't figure out why.

supporting ben's decision to lose weight.

reassuring him that he doesn't have to do this, that maybe it isn't worth the struggle.

you see how hard it is on him sometimes

but he works hard and it's something he really wants so you support him wholeheartedly.

working out with him and tryna do his diets with him even though you HATE IT and give up after a week.

doing that thing where you sit on his back and he does press-ups.

he's not-so-subtley hostile to anyone you bring home, as hard as he tries to be welcoming, and you behave in a similar way to his many girlfriends.

there were a Few.

because ben is fucking hot.

unbearable sexual tension

like

unbearable

and one drunk kiss

maybe two

(ft. inappropriate touching.)

but when you Finally get together,,,,,,,

unsurprisingly due to a drunk hookup, the sexual tension reaching boiling point.

oh my god.

ben is the Absolute Softest Boyfriend Ever.

hand kisses

cheek kisses

PALM KISSES. ugh.

lookin up at you with those big ass heart eyes and kissin your palm and you're just... 😔💕💕

not to mention, a Sex God.

he's all about body worship and praise because he knows what its like being insecure and unhappy in your skin.

telling you how perfect you are

and he really believes it.

he is such a good listener too, and toxic masculinity is NOT his thing.

HE WRITES SO MANY POEMS FOR YOU.

LIKE ALL THE TIME.

YOU KEEP TRYING TO GET HIM TO PUBLISH THEM.

HE'S SO TALENTED.

"ben hanscom, poet, architect, sex god."

"shut up, nerd."

he's so Disgustingly In Love with you.

"hey, babe?"

"mhm?"

"have you always been so beautiful?"

"BEN!"

and since you'd been best friends for years before, there's a deeper level to your relationship that not many people can understand.

the inside jokes and knowing looks and deep understanding of each other that could only come from being best friends first.

anyway

ben is quite insecure.

which means he knows not to brush off your insecurities as if they're silly.

because he knows how it feels.

you pretend not to notice how he spends a little longer than probably necessary looking in the mirror, eyeing his stretch marks and poking at his stomach

even after the weight loss

because the marks are still there

and the faded H on his stomach that he can't remember how he got.

"are you sure you don't love me just because i got in shape?"

"no, baby. of course not. i've been in love with you for as long as i can remember."

kissing his stretch marks and assuring him that you'll love him no matter what he looks like.

and he cries.

you've been dating for a Long Ass time when ben finally popped the question.

now, ben isn't a violent person by nature, but something about shouting "that's my wife!" and knocking a guy out with one swift punch really appeals to him.

his architecture business really took off, so you have more money than you'd ever had as college students.

more money than you knew what to do with, really.

seriously, for christmas, the first christmas after buying your first house together, ben buys you a real tree.

and you're lowkey pissed bc of the whole cutting down trees business, and he apologises.

the next day, he shows you files for his plans to plant like 2000 new trees.

this man is so extra.

you're both lowkey environmental activists and have criminal records bc you've been arrested at like 12 separate climate change protests.

he donates SO MUCH to charity.

anyway

though you had the money, ben knows you won't want a grand gesture.

he does it at home.

after dinner and a movie. (cliché)

he took you back home, and a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶g̶r̶e̶a̶t̶ ̶s̶e̶x̶

s̶e̶r̶i̶o̶u̶s̶l̶y̶,̶ ̶b̶e̶n̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶s̶c̶o̶m̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶G̶i̶v̶e̶r̶

holding you in your shared bed, all soft touches and heart eyes, as usual.

you had no idea what was coming.

and then he just

like

slipped a ring onto your finger.

and

then you cried.

and he cried, because yknow, baby.

"can we kiss and watch true crime shows for the rest of our lives?"

"i would love nothing more, benny."

you want so badly to tell people that you were engaged, but there's nobody to tell.

the only people you have, really, are each other.

of course, there were work friends and such, but there's... something else.

you keep wanting to call people, to tell them that you and ben had finally gotten engaged.

but you can't remember who.

you can't remember much of your life before college, actually.

sometimes you'd go to the phone, start dialling some number, and realise you didn't know who you were dialling.

you thought you were losing your mind.

until you caught ben doing the exact same thing.

the next day, you get The Call.

"it's mike. mike hanlon. from derry."

"uh... ben? can you, um, come down here, please? now?!"

he was on a conference call, arguing about some open plan on a new building, but he came running as soon as you asked.

"babe, what is it? what's wrong?"

"just... here."

"...holy shit."

and then you remembered.

"i've really been in love with you my whole damn life, huh? even since you were all heart eyes for beverly."

he felt guilty at that

but it wasn't his fault.

"right, well, we'll have to postpone the wedding, huh?"

"yeah, and add six new people to the guest list."

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THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT OH MY GOD LOVING BEN HOURS BABEY

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Hey dear! I like your fics. You always make my day by your works. Could you please tag me in your fics? Please!!!!

That makes my day to hear :) I'll absolutely tag you in any fics from here on out ♥

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ANNOUNCEMENT

Due to the reoccurring issue of people being unable to read my fics (Supergirl in particular) due to Tumblr crashing, I'm going to start posting my fics on Wattpad as well!

I'll reblog this post with the link to the book once it's posted, and I hope that solves the issue

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