#mike hanlon fanfic

[i-hope-we-both-die666]

made a bingo sheet for my species of weird kid

[greenandsorrow]

IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈

Author's note; I used to have strange dreams as a kid. This story is heavily inspired by a series of dreams I had during my tween years.

Did you ever dream not of a scenario recurring, but continuing?

!!!!! The reader is a teenager. The relationships described in the fic are strictly platonic. My poor attempt at writing a threatening and scary environment is the only warning. And Pennywise is a warning himself I guess. This is a very weird, inner child, comfort thing for me... I apologise.

Dividers; @saradika-graphics - @cafekitsune - @strangergraphics

"Derry is a strange place. The fog settles low in the mornings, making the town look ghostly, almost unreal. The playgrounds are empty and quiet, swings moving slowly without any breeze. On foggy days, the whole town feels like a memory, faded and worn at the edges."

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4 (SOON)

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[lavenderstarsx]

The Drawing (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: One day when you were in the library a drawing falls out of a book you were reading- and the drawing eerily looks exactly like you.

Word Count: 1.5k

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You made your way slowly to The Derry Library. The fall weather was now in full effect and you couldn’t help the feeling of the slight chill you felt while you walked. You were looking for more interesting books at the library- currently you were reading ‘The Great Gatsby’ which you knew was a classic- but it was required reading so by that criteria it made it fairly boring. You opened up the door to the brick building and stepped inside. Almost no one was there. It was in fact a weekend so not a lot of people liked to spend their two free days in a dusty old building that probably had a rat infestation. You did see someone you recognized there. The boy you saw was Ben Hanscom. He had his head in a book. You barely knew Ben- the only reason why you even recognized him was because he sat with Bill Denbrough at lunch. Ben had just joined the little friend group that called themselves ‘The Losers Club.’ Bill was in many of your classes. You pretended not to notice him but- man was it hard to. Bill took up most of your thoughts. You memorized the way he laughed- even though it was rare and almost only came out when the Tozier boy whispered an inappropriate joke into his ear during a lesson. Your friends didn’t approve of Bill. They usually called him a ‘freak’ or ‘weirdo.’ You mostly ignored them because in your eyes, Bill was perfect. He was kind, caring, and respectful. Something that half the school wasn’t. Then you snapped back out of your thoughts. You headed towards the fantasy section. You read a lot of fantasy books now ever since you rewatched The Princess Bride a couple weeks ago. You looked through a ton of books but none of them seemed good enough for you. Then you saw one- it looked rather basic. The book had a huge red dragon on the front with a knight giving a cheesy smile next to it. You quickly read the blurb on the back before slightly opening it. A medium sized piece of paper comes gracefully falling from the book. You quickly look around before picking the paper up. You froze. The drawing looked exactly like you. It had your signature y/h/c colored hair. It was like looking into a mirror. The drawing wasn’t signed but it did look weirdly familiar.

“Do you need any help, dear?” An older librarian woman asks you. You practically jump out of your skin when she says this.

“No ma’m i’m fine.” You say gingerly. You try to hide your blush as you find a table to start reading on. You picked the table behind Ben. You thought it would have been too awkward or weird to sit right next to the boy. You could barely focus on your book, you kept finding yourself staring at the drawing of you. You were terrified but also mesmerized at the same time. You decided to leave the library not long after. You held the drawing and your book close to your chest. On your way out of the library you gave Ben a small smile before opening the door back into the chilly air. You walked back home, and when you got to your room you quickly put your new book down and flopped onto your mattress. You stared at the drawing for a while. The detail was so intricate that it got your exact eye color down too.

Finally it was the end of the day, you were now in your pajamas and you were now ~finally~ reading the book you had gotten from the library. You found yourself enjoying the book a lot more. You slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you had to get ready for school. You chose a pair of jeans and a navy blue long sleeved shirt. You quickly brush your hair before rushing out the door. You made sure to grab the new book that you had just gotten and stuff it into your backpack. The bike ride to school was nice. You thankfully didn’t run into anyone from The Bowers Gang and you made it easily to school. The drawing was still in the back of your mind.

“Hey y/n!” You hear your friend, f/n shout to you. You quickly lock up your bike and rush towards them. You smile at them. They start talking about their weekend- which was not truly THAT interesting but you still smile and nod your head. You were more of a listener type. You and your friend walked to class together. But that’s when you saw him. Bill was walking to the same class as you. He was walking with Stanley Uris. Bill then had decided to hold open the door for you and f/n. You tried to hide your blush as you say,

“Thanks Bill”

“No pro-b-le-m y/n.” Bill then gave you a smile which made your heart melt to the core. You and f/n quickly went to your seats. You sat exactly behind Bill. The teacher started teaching the class but it was terribly hard to focus. Bill Denbrough, had given YOU a smile. You couldn’t help but to smile yourself. Bill also didn’t seem to be focusing. He seemed to be writing something in his notebook instead, you narrow your eyes to see if you could read anything of it. You didn’t want to seem stalker-ish so you pretended to be looking at the chalk board. But that’s when you see what Bill was doing- he wasn’t writing he was drawing. Bill wasn’t doing much to hide what he was doing. He seemed to be drawing a girl. Suddenly you feel Bill’s eyes shift. You and him caught eachother’s eyes. Shit. Bill then turns a bright shade of red and hides the notebook away from you.

That was odd.

The class went by quickly. In your head you tried to connect the dots. And that’s when you realize- what if Bill was the one to draw that picture of you? He had to- the style of drawing looked exactly like the picture of you did. Why would Bill draw you?

Throughout the day, you found yourself distracted. The thought of Bill and his drawings lingered as you walked to your next class. You kept replaying the events of the morning in your mind. Bill’s drawing, and the drawing from the library looked all too familiar. It was too much of a coincidence. Right?

Finally it came time for lunch. You spotted Bill with his friends. They were all gathered together. You feel a pang of jealousy as you sit with at your own lunch table. You glanced at Bill. He seemed distracted in thought. You decided to gather your courage and decided to walk towards The Losers’ table. When you reached the table everyone went silent. They all gave you a weird look. Everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Hey uh- Bill can I talk to you- for just a quick second?” You say.

Bill gave you a surprised look before nodding a yes. You and Bill find a quiet place on the stairwell that led to the cafeteria. You tried to ignore the curious stares of all of Bill's friends.

“Wh-at is i-t y/n?” Bill asked.

You take a deep breathe before pulling the drawing from your backpack.

“I- i found this in a book at the library yesterday,” You held out the drawing to Bill. “Did you uh- well draw it? I saw you drawing in class today and it looks alike to this one.” Bill’s eyes widened as he studied the drawing.

“Ye-a-h I did.” Bill admitted- he did look very embarrassed. You felt weird. You felt every emotion possible and something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“But why did you draw me?” You said the sentence quickly. Bill blushed.

"Be-because I… I like you," Bill replied, looking down. He was clearly embarrassed.

You froze as blood rushed to your cheeks. "You do?" you asked.

"Y-yes. And I, uh, have for a wh-while," Bill stuttered.

"I like you too, Bill," you revealed. You felt as though you were going to pass out, you were so happy.

Bills eyes widened again. He looked down meeting your gaze.

“Re-ally?” Bill questioned. A very small, shy smile formed on his lips.

You smiled, unable to control the large grin on your face.“Yeah, really.”

For a moment both of you stood there like time itself had stopped. Bill took a tiny step forward.

“So- u-h wh-at now?” Bill asked sheepishly.

You let out a small laugh trying to ease the tension,

“Do you want to go to the movies with me this weekend?” You replied.

Bill’s smile grew,

“I w-ould li-ke that.”

[princess-glassred]

Here's a very silly idea i had for a little losers club misadventure:

It's the school's annual track and field day and all the loser's club kids are excited to participate, most of them have at least some rudimentary knowledge of sports and some of them even have some skill like Mike and Bev, so they're all very pumped. Even the people who are not very good at sports like Richie and Eddie are still pumped because Richie gets to run around willy nilly and Eddie gets to do something different than just lay in his house with his mom all day. Their fun day hits a snag though after the first round of games ends and everyone takes a break to check the rankings so far and the gang notice Henry Bowers is miraculously last place in all of them.

Henry might be strong and fast but he only knows how to use it in regards to violence or bullying, things like teamwork, following the rule book, and even listening to people telling you how to play the game is lost on him so he winds up in last place everytime. Take the violent blood lust, bigoted opinions, and trauma from this guy and you're just kinda left with a kid who doesn't actually know how to do much because he just bullies people all the time. Go figure.

The loser's think this is actually reallh funny at first until Stan points out how if Henry humiliates himself in a masculine competition like this, ESPECIALLY to them, he'd probably be in a pissed off mood for months and take it out on every member of the group. He'd be extra violent, extra mean, extra cruel, it'd be like when he got braces, but, like, a million times worse. So unfortunately for them it no longer becomes a matter of winning the games anymore, now they all have to intentionally try their hardest to lose in hopes that Henry doesn't actively try to kill them tomorrow. And yeah, letting Henry Bowers beat you is painful, but i'd reckon getting your face cut off is even moreso. He sucks so much that the losers aren't even aiming to make Henry win, they just wanna all rank one spot below him so he doesn't blame them. Richie could literally stand still and Henry would still find a way to lose at basketball.

This of course leads to whole heaping of silly antics, when Henry is criticized for poor sportsman ship, Richie tries to one up him by breaking a baseball bat in half but kinda just struggles with it for a while until he gets too winded and gives up. Everyone has to just quietly shut up while Henry trash talks them, but thankfully his insults are far less nasty than usual since they're around teachers. Eddie's mom shows up, enraged to find out Eddie hid the fact they were doing track and field day from her and promptly leaves with her son, which Eddie is supremely thankful for cause it means he doesn't have to pretend like Henry's better than him anymore. Richie begs to be taken with him and when he doesn't, Stan consoles him by joking that if Henry beats them all to a pulp after this Eddie can take care of them in the hospital.

When the second round of games ends and they see the scores still haven't changed Bev just loses it and screams "How can anyone be so untalented they can't even win when seven people are cheating for them?!".

All and all... it's a very frustrating experience tbh.

[shifting4fun]

am i or am i not maybe sorta gonna drop a patrick hockstetter x goth!reader?🤭

[reddie-4-more]

So, uh, I finally wrote the first chapter of the fanfic "What if Pennywise was a real serial killer and the Losers killed him and had to deal with the trauma".

The story is called "The Inane Banality of Killing a Clown" and the first chapter has just been released.

Hope you'll still be there to read it and let me know what you thought about it.

Take care!

[liv45no]

OPEN YOUR EYES

The Losers Club discusses what to do with Pennywise possibly being back.

[clementine-writes-things]

my blog is about to turn into your wattpad 2016-2017 library with the fanfics im working on

idk if thats good or bad

-modern au/-love triangle/-new girl/-etc.

you ready for this shit?

[t4tozier]

saddle up y'all, because it's about to get real 🤠

[trouvailleamor]

“This is pretty much everything I’ve ever wanted, do you know that?” Richie asked and he punctuated the end of his rhetorical question with a kiss to the back of Eddie’s hand. “Real friends, writing my own jokes,” he said and he paused only briefly before saying, “you.”

“I make the list?” Eddie asked.

“Eds,” Richie said and when he didn’t make eye contact, Eddie knew he was working himself up to making some confession. “That list wouldn’t exist without you.”

-from too high, too far, too soon

[kalsiferdraws]

Stan is definitely bragging

[finks-spaghetti]

Bill about the losers;

Bill missed those days, when they were 12. When they hanged out until the sun went down, stayed out until their surroundings were almost blending into the dark twilight sky, they made him forget, they made him forget the emptiness that oppuried his body and drowned his thoughts. The losers made him feel at home and they made him forget that he had to go home to an empty, cold house with no one inside but himself and the memories that danced around each part of the house.

[princess-glassred]

I'm writing a fanfic where Eddie and Henry swap bodies as adults and this is Henry's exact reaction when Mike shows him the club house:

[shifting4fun]

ITS POSTED‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[reddie-4-more]

It's been quite a while since my last message on this blog (and fandom), but I think I might finally have the inspiration to write again, after my previous aborted attempts.

The core of this fanfic will be "what if Pennywise was just a regular serial killer and the Losers actually killed him to defend themselves when they were teenagers?", and the repercussions of that action into their adulthood.

It will take place 27 years later, on the anniversary of Pennywise's death, and the Losers, who kinda drifted away from each other, will reunite again, after Richie's attempt (and failure) to perform a whole skit about their childhood trauma.

So, it's all about "how those dysfunctional grown-ups cope with the fact that they actually killed someone, and how it impacts each of them".

I'm going to take the time to think about it all a bit more, before writing it, so that I won't get stuck on the first few chapters.

But if you have any opinion about it all, don't hesitate to let me know!

[liv45no]

The Losers Club pay Miss Layed a visit. When they’re alone for a moment, Bev and Richie encounter something dangerous.