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charliedawn · 9 months

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Hi! Can I request how the Slashers will react to their favorite nurse having an engagement ring on her? And they actually fell in love with her. (Also, can you add Five please 🥲, he's very much my comfort character.)

Five Hargreeves :

Five was the first to know.

He knew just by looking at you. The way you almost glowed and were smiling from ear to ear all week made him suspicious. And then, the coup de grace…The ring. He was sitting at his own private bar when you joined him and his eyes were immediately drawn to the shiny ring. Suddenly, everything clicked and he stared at the drink in his hand…his hand shaking slightly.

"…So, you found someone ?"

He was happy for you, or at least he tried to convince himself he was.

He wished you would say no. He wished you would realise how much you meant to him at that exact moment…but you didn’t.

Your smile almost burnt him when you answered affirmatively. He took a big gulp of his whiskey—savouring the burn. He knew it was impossible. You were a nurse. And he was…just a kid. You would have never seen him as anything else. And it made him rage against himself for even entertaining the idea you would ever consider a future with him. Physically, he was too young. And mentally ? He was too old…You would have never worked.

So, he smiled and raised his glass to you.

"Congratulations, Y/N. You deserve it."

Once you were out of the room, that glass went flying across the room to end up shattered against a wall…shattered like Five was.

Jack Torrance :

Jack is good at hiding his emotions—even from himself. He had spent weeks wondering if he should ask you out on a date. He had spent his time thinking and planning and rehearsing what he would say and do. He thought it would be his moment to shine and leave all the bad shit behind…But then, he saw the ring.

"Hey. That’s a…That’s a nice ring you got there."

He smiled and said he was happy for you. And you believed it. Of course you did. Because, he was a good comedian. The best. He had learnt to just drown his emotions when he died, because if he was to feel anything…He’d lose himself. He had to suffer the loss of his family, his career, his life…What was one more loss to the lot ?

However, once you were out of the room ? He lowered his glass and his shoulders shook as he gripped the glass tightly in his hand to breaking point…He was too late. Again.

"Damn it…"

That was Jack’s true reaction to the news. He was disappointed for sure. He knew he should have acted before…But, what was the point ?

What would you have done with the ghost of a past long forgotten ?

He just started drinking again and chuckled bitterly at his own misery. He had wished for a better end, but that end had just slipped through his fingers like a dream…He would maybe write about it later ? But, what was the point ? He could write his feelings, but you’d never read them.

Pennywise :

You were at the dinner table and when Pennywise sat in front of you, he could feel that something was different. The other slashers were strangely quiet, so of course he’d have to ask.

"Why is everyone so quiet ?! Please. Tell me someone died !" He snickered, but nobody answered. Finally, he looked at you and tried to find the reason for the sudden silence…You then showed him your ring.

"Pennywise. I am engaged.", you announced with a smile. His own smile dropped.

He knew perfectly well what engagement meant. He understood now why all the others were so quiet. He could read their emotions. All of them were disappointed…He just didn’t know why until you had shown the ring…

"…Congrats."

"…Thanks."

That was the most awkward congratulations you had ever heard. He glanced back at your hand. Even though he had tried to sound genuine, he couldn’t bring himself to smile again. It was the first time you had seen Pennywise so serious.

He then decided to avoid you. You didn’t understand why, but he simply vanished. He didn’t even show up at meals anymore…

When something upsets Pennywise, he tends to avoid it. So, he decided to avoid you. He knew it was a childish and nonsensical reaction to the news…But, he couldn’t being himself to care. Because, he understood perfectly the feelings of the other slashers.

He never thought he would have to deal with emotions again…But, it seemed like he was wrong.

Michael Myers :

Michael stayed silent. He had nothing to say…

Well, he normally doesn’t say much, but this time you could actually feel the awkwardness in the room. He knew he didn’t have the right to dream…but, he still did. You were the only one who truly understood him and that Myers had ever spared. He wanted you to love him. But, it didn’t matter at the end…

He wrote down on his notebook:

Congratulations.

Even you could feel that he didn’t mean it, but you didn’t comment on it. However, he didn’t expect it when you removed his mask and stared at his face—studying his features. He wasn’t smiling. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were dark.

"…Michael.", you muttered softly and raised your hand to stroke his cheek…but he grabbed it before you could.

"Don’t."

He could see the pity in your eyes and it hurt more than anything. He then retrieved his mask and walked away. He couldn’t pretend to be happy about the news. And now, you knew about his feelings too.

Bo Sinclair :

Bo was working on a car when he asked you to hand him a tool. When you did, his eyes caught the ring around your finger and he suddenly forgot all about the tool. He grabbed your arm and stared at the offensive jewel in frightening silence.

"…Bo ?", you called him after a while.

When he saw you with that ring, it made him tick and realise that you had a life outside of the hospital—one he had no idea about. And it made him mad. You had never seen him so quiet before and he didn’t answer. He finally released your arm and left without a word. After that, you had trouble catching him and when you eventually did ? His reaction wasn’t the one you expected.

"…Whatya want from me, Y/N ?! A congrats and pat on the fuckin’ back ?! Alright. Congrats ! And hope you have a great life with yer fucker !"

He took out his frustration on you. Bo usually handles his emotions with his fists and his words. But, of course he wouldn’t come to hands with you. So, he’d either ignore you or be harsh with his words. Or, he’d go out to a bar and start a fight. Anything but confront you about his feelings and confess that he was jealous.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason was angry. The moment he saw the ring on your finger, he knew what it meant. His mother had carried hers for years and he had inherited it. He thought you’d be the one carrying his ring, but it seemed he had waited too long. His reaction would first be denial before he would suddenly break everything in his path and try to start a fight with anyone he’d come across. Jason doesn’t handle emotions very well and most often than not, he’d break things in order to let his frustration out.

He spent hours in the forest chopping wood and no one dared come to check on him—except you.

"Jason…?"

He didn’t answer, but he was there. You could hear him breathing and you sighed before sitting on a log. You waited for him and soon enough, he sat down next to you and you noticed how his whole body seemed tense.

"Jason…It’s not because I am engaged that I will forget about you, you know that right ?"

He still didn’t answer. He was doing his best to remain calm and when you moved to touch his shoulder—he recoiled from your touch. It was the first time Jason was reacting this way with you. And what he did next made your eyes widen in shock. He retrieved his mother’s ring from his pocket and wordless put it in your hand.

By the time you understood what he meant to say, he was already gone.

Freddy Krueger :

"~How sweet…"

He gave you the best fake smile he could muster before turning around and leaving. Truth is ? Freddy was the less angry out of all the slashers. He doesn’t believe in marriage or engagement or anything…The only problem he had with you being engaged was that he had lost his chance getting into your pants. Or, that’s the reason he’d give to anyone who would ask. Because of course you’d be faithful. You were the only person in the hospital who ever gave a shit about him.

You were kind and honest and fuckin’ perfect. So, of course Freddy didn’t stand a chance in hell. You were the complete opposite of him. You were an angel and Freddy was a demon. And that made him love you and hate you even more. It hurt…But, it didn’t matter. Because, he was already broken to begin with.

Norman Bates :

He thought he had a chance, but the moment he saw the ring…something snapped in Norman. It started with a twitch of his jaw and suddenly, his smile was gone. There was nothing left in his gaze than an intense emptiness—a void which seemed to swallow you whole. He took a step forward and for the first time…You were scared of him.

There was something murderous in his eyes—something dark.

When he leant forward, your heart hammered in your chest, but he simply smiled knowingly before kissing your cheek.

"Congratulations, my little angel."

There was not a single word in that sentence that he truly meant, and you both knew it all too well. But, you smiled and tried to hold back the tears. You left and Norman was left with his regrets.

Penny :

"Why ?"

You turned around to face Penny. He was the last one. He didn’t understand, but his expression changed to cold numbness as he repeated.

"Why, Y/N ? You know how we all feel about you…That ring. You knew what that ring would do to us…So, why ? Why hurt us like this ?"

You had always suspected Penny to be smarter than he pretended to be…but you didn’t think he would be the first one to figure it out. Your expression softened as you tried not to cry.

"I’m sorry, Penny. Turns out I wasn’t as special as you all thought I was…"

It was simpler this way…It was better than to admit that you were scared. You thought you were past the fear…but, it seemed not. There was still a fear to be conquered. You had grown too attached to the slashers. And of course you knew how they felt about you, but so did you. You felt so strongly…but, you couldn’t do anything about it.

You were human. And you still had a life outside of the hospital. They couldn’t understand…but, you hoped that with time they’d understand. You only had one life, and you couldn’t give them false hope. You couldn’t be with them forever, and that ring was a reminder. Not only for them, but for you as well.

Penny snarled and grabbed the hand where the ring was to glare at it. He hated it. He didn’t want to see you belonging to someone else than him…It affected him more than he cared to admit.

Suddenly, he wrapped his hand around your ring finger and you suddenly felt a sharp pain. He released you, but then you heard a series of metallic sounds hitting the floor. When you looked down, your eyes widened as you saw your ring—shattered in pieces.

You looked back up at him, but he was gone.

The message was clear though.

He would never accept it…

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dollfxcx · 10 months

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penny p... pussy eating 🙌🏻 (love your blog btw!!)

Context: after spending the night with a man named Robert Gray, reader wakes up from a nap with someone between her legs. but he's not who she expected to be.

TW: nsfw, mentioned tentacles??

Word count: (1.2k+)

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You don't see him until late at night. When you woke up, after crawling, the night before, into your undone bed, the blankets fern green, you didn't find him by your side, neither in the kitchen, nor in the living room, as if he had dematerialized. But it's just as you're waking up from a nap, which surprised you in the middle of a movie you've put on to pass the time, that you feel his presence between your legs.

You try to move, idly, eyelids half closed and numb with sleep, but your wrists are locked firmly, as if bound by an invisible rope, above your head, resting gently against the back of the sofa. When you finally manage to open your eyes, a head of red hair happily emerges between your legs, a sight that makes you crane your neck to take stock of the situation. The slight expectant smile that had made its way across your face abruptly disappears when, to your horror, it's not him. Not anymore, at least, better way to say it. Pennywise smiles, bunny teeth peeking out of his cherry red lips, head tilted slightly to the right in a mocking way.

"Aw, is my Y/n disappointed? She doesn't like the way I look anymore?" he questions, his hands slide on your knees to spread your legs and make more space between them. You frown, slightly concerned as the grip on your wrists is getting tighter with every passing second, reducing your chances of escape.

"Oh, but yesterday she looked so happy, sucking on ol' Robert Gray's cock like it was candy, huh?" One of his gloved hands reaches for your cheek, gently grasping it, while the other, fingers light and teasing, caresses your inner thigh. He must notice your confused look as you feel him huffing against your crotch in exasperation, shaking his head slightly with an expression of disgust on his powder white face.

"Silly, silly humans. Always stop at what they see, never go beyond that." One of his fingers flies dangerously close to the zipper of your pants, a gloved touch so faint it almost tickles you. You lean your head back on the couch, lips slightly parted, as you wait for him to speak again.

"The man you so desperately crave is gone. I am him and he is me." Deep down, you knew it very well already and when he takes off your pants with hatefully studied slowness, you stop thinking about it completely .The man from last night must be in there somewhere, anyway, right?

"I gave him one of my favorite forms, the most human of all, for you." You open your eyes again, jerking your head up to meet his golden gaze. He grins at you, but it's not a sweet smile, it's hungry. Craving.

"Mh!! You get it, yes?" he asks, the pad of his index finger traces an invisible line from the elastic of your underpants to your throbbing cunt, slowly poking it with unexpected curiosity. You inhale sharply through your nose and try to wriggle out, lazily, you hear him chuckling in amusement.

"Get what?" you hiss as he pushes your panties to one side, fully exposing you to his critical gaze.

"That you've always been mine, doll." he murmurs, too engrossed in what he has in front of his eyes to pay any attention to you. You moan as he runs the tip of his nose over the skin of your thigh, gingerly sniffing your scent, you notice how his eyes have turned blue again and the sight seems almost enough to make you dizzy.

"Yet, as I am to adapt to the form I take, he gave me a part of his humanity." he explains as his now ungloved middle finger presses against your opening, spreading and stretching your walls with little to no respect, eliciting a whimper from your throat, your hips jerking in a vain attempt to meet and follow his movements, which are excruciatingly slow.

"And his physical needs. And his innermost desires. Oh, you'd never guess what he wanted to do to you, what I want to do to you." His finger curves into you, bumping into a spot you didn't even know you had and making your eyes burn with evil tears you try, in vain, to hold back. He grabs your thighs and yanks you violently off the couch, then pushes his finger back inside you now that the position allows it better, your back arches when his index finger is carelessly inserted too. He starts pumping them slowly, then faster and faster, thumb tracing light, devious circles against and around your clit, until you can't mutter anything but his name, over and over and over. Pennywise leans towards your chest, his free hand, previously gripped around the flesh of your thigh, thick claws now exposed, rips through your shirt, allowing him to dip his cherry-colored nose into the skin between your breasts. Since your wrists are now free, your fingers fly into his hair, tugging at it to pull him closer to you. Pennywise, however, doesn't allow it and stops thrusting his fingers inside you, he blinks quickly as if he has just discovered something new. Something very interesting. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them and if you weren't totally about to pass out, just the sight of it would make you cum.

"Oh yes, now I understand why he liked you so much." he licks his lips, golden gleam back in his eyes, and, without giving you time to say anything, he grabs you by your legs again, this time making the backs of your knees rest on each of his shoulders, cunt dripping right in front of his mouth. And it's a very uncomfortable position, you're already shivering, but you don't care anymore when his tongue, rough as a cat's and disturbingly long, begins to push inside. Your fingers try in vain to find something to grip, but there's nothing, there's just you and him and your whimpers, and they get louder and more shameless with every inch his tongue manages to reach, which is a lot, it seems to be endless, it wiggles and flicks and savors. His claws dig lightly into the flesh of your thighs, which he's still squeezing as if he's afraid you might escape, fine streaks of blood drip from the lacerated skin. When you cum on his tongue, however, after making sure he's sucked, tasted and swallowed every drop, he moves it to your new wounds, lapping away the blood, the color of which blends in with that of his lips, which, for some strange reason, leave a few lazy kisses on your skin, as if to comfort you.

"You taste good." he notes to himself, clicking his tongue. It's horribly enrapturing to see him like this, completely fascinated by the sensations he's felt just now, his gaze darts between your legs, hoping to find some… leftovers. You start to get up, your knees shaking, but you don't even have time to try that he jumps on you, his hands, miraculously and magically gloved again, wrapping tightly around your exposed throat, a treacherous little smile on his lips.

"You know I want more, don't you?"

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN YIPPIEEE

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random-imaginess · 8 months

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i’m obsessed with ur work rn omg :o can you please write a shayne x reader fic where it’s their first halloween together and they’re just indulging in all the mushy couple activities? like matching costumes, scary movies, pumpkin carving, sweater sharing, all the sweet cozy fall vibes? thanks so much! <3

Hi!! Thank you so much for sending in a request, and I appreciate your comments so much! I’m sorry it took a little bit to get posted. (Tumblr is being a pain and not letting me post things directly from my computer so I have to jump through hoops just to get these to post, it’s so frustrating!) I really hope this meets your expectations. There were so many ways I wanted to start this and so many options of what to focus on, I couldn’t decide! I do plan on posting another version of this that will capture more of a cozy couple-y vibe! And it will be longer! But I hope you like this as well!

Not to be dramatic or anything, but Halloween was THE best time of the year, and to say that you were excited to finally be able to start decorating for it would be an understatement. If you had it your way, and technically you could have, you’d keep your place decorated in a spooky aesthetic all year round! Or at least fall themed, though either option would be equally valid. This year particularly, though, you were even more excited because you were able to spend it with your boyfriend, Shayne. You and him had been friends for a little short of a decade so it wasn’t even close to being the first year you two did something together, but this year was different because you were a C O U P L E and it just hit different.

Practically since after the 4th of July you were in plot mode, having a serious conversation with him about what you were doing for Halloween. It was important to know what you were going to dress up as, and it was vital to get ahead of it so you had time to get on the same page about what you were doing. Costume parties were going to be starting soon, and you had to be ready! You had both talked about options; going as a salt and pepper shaker, Mario and Princess Peach, Morticia and Gomez Addams, or more cliché, Barbie and Ken (though Shayne would most definitely be an Allan)!

“We should go as a cat burglar!” You exclaimed out of nowhere, startling Shayne a bit as he adjusted a leaf garland he was hanging up. “What?” He chuckled. “For a matching costume idea. We could go as a cat burglar! I’d be a cat and you a burglar and together we would be a cat burglar!” You raised your brows, enthusiasm sketched all over your face like it was the most brilliant idea. “Say cat burglar again, I don’t think you said it enough times,” he teased playfully. “That would be pretty funny, though.” “Or OOOH!! Pennywise and Georgie! Wouldn’t matter who would be who!” Shayne just laughed, watching you go back to placing plastic pumpkins on the mantle above the fireplace.

“I think the best part of this costume planning is going to be watching you get all excited about what idea to go with,” he laughed again. Shayne’s ideas were more subtle, which was great too. You didn’t normally go crazy about the dressing up aspect of it, but this year you wanted to do something special since you had someone to plan this sort of thing with. And you appreciated him being such a trooper about it! “It feels weird getting this amped up about costumes because normally I would prefer to just stay in and have horror movie marathons, which you can expect we’ll be doing because you can’t not do that during the spooky season.” “Yes, of course. Though technically spooky season isn’t until October..” “That’s up for debate,” you retorted quickly, getting another laugh out of him.

“Spooky season should always happen directly after the 4th, just like they do it with Christmas after Thanksgiving. But TECHNICALLY, spooky season gets started August 1st because that’s when all the fun things start, like horror nights and spooky conventions.” You let out an excited squeal as you hyped yourself up all over again. “So many fun things are starting!!”

After finishing up the decorations, your placed mostly decked out with fall themed items; apple cider and pumpkin spice scented candles and black cats and garlands everywhere, you were very pleased with how it all turned out. Standing next to Shayne, you wrapped your arms around his waist and marveled at both of your work for a few moments. “It looks like a Spirit Halloween store threw up in here.” “I know, don’t you love it?” You grinned. Shayne wrapped his arms around your shoulders and squeezed, giving you a long hug before breaking it.

Thinking about what the next couple months were going to bring brought you so much joy. You were anxiously awaiting for the colder weather to kick in so you both could snuggle up on the couch with hot drinks and a crackling fire while you watched scary movies. You were excited for when you could carve pumpkins, make halloween goodies together, experiment with spooky themed bread because you knew Shayne would enjoy the hell out of that! There was so much to look forward to and you couldn’t wait to share this all with him.

#shayne topp imagines #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Dress Up

TW: Semi-public sex. Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Your decision to showcase your choice of Halloween costumes to your boyfriend, JJ, leads to a rather risky need to prove which one is his favorite…

WORD COUNT: 1500

*Original Concept*

Dress Up

If not for the fact he loved you so much, JJ wouldn’t have been caught anywhere on Figure Eight after his slew of jobs left him having burnt enough bridges that nearly every establishment had fired him. But this afternoon, you had convinced him to go with you to pick out a Halloween costume for a party that you had convinced him if he’d attend you would ‘make it up to him’. Although you didn’t need to promise sex as any request would be met with just that sweet cadence lifting for inquisition would be enough to have him already agree before you’d have to ask him anything. But this would prove to be the first ‘Kook’ event he found some form of favor in as you came out of the dressing room in your first potential choice.

Immediately, his focus drew to you. The momentary distraction he had found in the costume accessories on a rack at his side had been abandoned the second you saw you within those fishnet stockings and short skirt that concealed the bodice of this angel ensemble, contradicting to him for the devilish thoughts he had for you within it.

“I don’t know about this one…” You groaned as you turned to the mirror, picking at the fabric as you felt as if it may be too cliche. But as you caught his eyes darkened with lust in your reflection, you couldn’t help but tease him.

“You like it, J? Or should I try on the others?” His eyes widened as he swallowed an apparent lump in his throat as you chuckled to this effect on him.

“O-others?”

You nodded as his fingers pulled at the fabric, testing the limitations of this public display of lustful affection as your hand pressed softly against his firm chest.

“I have about ten others…but maybe you should go. This could take a while…You said you and Pope were going-”

“There is nothing else more important than me seeing those other costumes…” He set his hands on your hips, turning you back to the direction of the curtain of the small space that allowed you that privacy. But before you could return to it, his hands were at your hips, pulling you back towards him, his lips to your ear.

“But there is no way in hell you’re wearing these in public.” With a smack to your ass, you gasped, before returning to your other outfits.

Each outfit would bring an acceleration to his pulse and a need to adjust his cargo shorts as you continued to torment him, having continued through your multitude of costumes as he found something to favor in each one.

A sexy police officer gave him wicked visions of bondage with that fabric discarded beside the bed as he used the force of his thrusts to bring the headboard to a scrape against the wall. A seductive Pennywise sent his eyes to the accentuation of your breasts made possible by the ruffled bustier and matching poofy skirt as he imagined you bent over with his hand fisting that fabric out of the way. A teacher, Harley Quinn, and a Playboy bunny would all add to his torture, before you had decided to offer him a moment’s reprieve.

“Can you help me, J?” You asked as he was at the curtain almost instantaneously, his body freezing in place as he saw how you were dressed. Enticing but promiscuous in a sensual Cinderella costume consisting only of a crop top with puffed sleeves and that of bikini-style bottoms with dainty wisps of fabric not even reaching down to your skin, and a set of stockings connected by a bejeweled garter belt, he was dumbfounded, just staring forward to your ensemble.

“Do you like it-” You were turned to the mirror, hand forced to rest on its surface, as his fingers were already in your panties.

“Whether you scream or not, I’m not fucking stopping so you better decide just how embarrassed you wanna be…” He spoke against your ear as you wrapped your hand around his wrist before he set one and then two fingers into you with quick succession.

“Guess you’re gonna have to buy this one now…” He explained as he smirked against your cheek, your slick staining the fabric within as you trembled to his motions. If the intent was to do so, he could have you on the verge of your climax in less than a minute with the perfect exchange of teasing and pleasure, but he seemingly existed in this moment simply to torment you.

“If you think I’m going to let you wear THIS for anyone else, you’re out of your goddamn mind…but I know better than to try and tell you what to do as you’ll get what you want anyway, I’ll just make you come in it so you’ll remember I’m the only one that gets to take it off of you-” You nodded, resting your head against his shoulder as his second hand moved to your breast.

“How the fuck am I supposed to keep my hands off of you-”

“Maybe you’re not…” You endorsed as his brows rose as he offered a single nod.

“You want me to fuck you right here so all those kook-”

“Do you need help with anything?” A voice called from outside of the dressing room as JJ wrapped his hand around your neck, offering an expression that spoke ‘choose’, as you bit the inside of your lips closed as his fingers curved and quickened inside of you.

“Dirty little princess, aren’t you? Letting me knuckles deep while your other kooks are none the wiser-”

“Excuse me?” The voice called outside the curtain again as he smirked.

“Probably answer her before she is traumatized…” You pulled his hand beyond your neck before turning to answer, hearing him undress behind you as your eyes flashed to him in warning.

“I’m fine, thank you-”

“Fine?” He teased while turning you to face him, preparing to descend to his legs to tease you further as you took hold of his cheeks to lead him back into you.

“Stop teasing me, J-”

“Want me to fuck you, princess?” You nodded ferociously.

“But you need to be quiet for me…I know how hard that is for you…”

“I’ll try…”

“Makes no difference to me. If it WAS up to me, you’d be singing my name for the next hour…but we don’t have that long because I can’t fucking last now thanks to this costume.”

“I'm close, J…”

“You think you have to tell me? Think I don’t know?” He scoffed, turning you back towards the mirror.

“I want you to see how dirty of a girl you are…Cute little princess costume, getting fucked like a whore…and you love it, don’t you?”

“Yes…JJ…God, yes…” You moaned as he would pull the costume from your lower lips.

“Take it off, J-” You whined as he shook his head.

“Not a fucking chance in hell. I want you to make me come like that sweet little pussy does every goddamn time…and then I’m gonna let you come…And then you’re gonna wear this to that stupid party…smelling like me…feeling what I do to you…” Your eyes rolled. “Think of it as a promise of later.”

“Later?”

“When I WILL rip the thing to fucking shreds the second we get home-if I can even last that long. So give it to me good baby, so I can last until then…”

“Oh JJ…” His hand wrapped within your hair, guiding you into a bend, before he would slap your ass. “J!”

“Not my fault if you can’t be quiet…” He bit his bottom lip before teasing your opening.

“Oh fuck, you’re already dripping. Won’t be long for you either…” You nodded in agreement as he bottomed out within this first thrust, doing so as he climbed with speed, the most devilish of expressions coming across his face as you clenched around him.

“JJ, I need you to come…I’m so close..I want you to come with me…” You continue to whimper as he gripped harshly onto your breast, moving beneath the fabric for this grip, as he used it as further stability to take you against him.

“Then fucking do it…make me come…I know you know how…always squeezing every last drop out of me…”

“JJ…” You mewled.

“Give me those hips baby…gimmie that ass-oh fuck…just like that baby…feel it? Feel how close I am?”

“J!” He would belt your name in unison of the expression of his own now hung on the air before pulling you up to face the mirror.

“Look how fucking gorgeous you are. Fucked and mine.”

“J-”

“You know what I want…Don’t play dumb with me…come on, baby-” You slowly nodded as he withdrew from you, his eyes following you as you moved onto your knees.

“Every last drop.” He reminded as you nodded, taking his spent shaft into your mouth, sucking the tangy release of you both until he was clean enough to not be sticky.

“Good girl…Now let's go buy this costume and go find you one for the party, because THIS one is just for me…”

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reareaotaku · 8 months

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Bill Denbrough Headcanons

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Bro can barely look at you, much less talk to you

When he does finally end up gaining the courage to talk to you, he's stuttering Mary

You do most of the talking in this friendship

At first, Bill saw you as a girl so far out of his league

So far from his touch, why you'd never be on the same league

That was until Pennywise attacked you

Creating a sense of paranoia and then you met Ben when he was attacked by Henry

You read everything you could find on the clown, with Ben's help of course

Then you meet the Loser Club when they meet Ben

"You know a girl? No, you don't" Richie sarcastically remarks, "None of us talk to girls"

You meet them at Ben's clubhouse and they're all flabbergasted

"Huh... He does know a girl... Are you a real girl?"

"I'm sorry?"

Ben elbows his and quickly apologizes for his friend, "Sorry, h- he's a-a - we- well he's an i-i-idiot" He awkwardly chuckles

"It's fine"

You and Ben have this obsession with Pennywise because he took someone important

Pennywise used you to trick Ben

^ "You thought I liked you?" The shapeshifter states, "Why I would I like a loser like you? I mean... You did kill your own brother."

^ "Y/n would never say that"

Gazing at the stars at night is one of his favorite things to do with you. It's one of the only things you can both do alone. Anything else, the Loser club would find you guys and interrupt your 'hang out'

He still has moments where he stutters over his words, but you think it's cute

Kind of a show off, too. Like if you're watching him, he'll go out of his way to seem 'manly' and 'strong'. If he embarrasses himself, he'll just laugh it off.

"I meant to do that"

Childhood sweethearts vibes

He values your opinion and will take your word over the Loser Club

"I don't know if we should go in there, guys..."

^ "I'm going in"

^ "I'm coming with you-"

^ " You just said that was a stupid idea-"

^ "I never said that"

Would do the stupidest things for you

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hippiemisfit · 3 months

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Hush (J.K.) 21

Chapter 21- And It Continues

pairings: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 6,187

warnings: angst, manipulation, fear, slight smut in the form in making out. Lol I suck at warnings

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He blushed at my compliment and looked down at his plate.

"What?" I chuckled, "It's true do you usually wear contacts? When I first met you your eyes were green but today they are brown."

He shook his head yes and picked up his phone :I have green contacts yes but these are fake glasses babe. They go with my outfit lol

"Ahhhh, makes sense. Well you look good period with whatever eye color you have. And glasses or no glasses, you're still very handsome." I said.

I took a bite of my food and moaned, "Damn this is good. I'm glad he recommended this."

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We finished our breakfast and headed out. I left a tip for Taehyung and waved slightly at Jimin on our way out.

We got out to the car and hopped in. I made sure that I locked the door the second we closed them cause I don't play that robbing shit. As I was putting on my seat belt, Jungkook grabbed my chin and kissed me. I melted into the kiss and let go of my seat belt. I reached my hand up and ran my fingers through his hair before I pulled back slightly. He leaned forward to try and peck my lips but I lent back. I stared into his eyes and noticed something peculiar. I reached to take his glasses off and when he didn't move to stop me, I took them off.

Now that I could see his eyes unobstructed, I could see that his eyes weren't really dark brown. They were more of a very dark green with a fleck of brown in them. I don't know how I didn't notice it before. But maybe it's because I've never really looked into his eyes like this before.

"Your eyes are really pretty," I said before gently placing his glasses back on his face. "I never noticed your eye color, it's fascinating. I thought they were brown earlier but they actually aren't are they?" As I was talking it looked like they flashed a brighter green but it was gone as soon as it came.

He smiled and pecked my lips before leaning back to put on his seat belt. This time when I put on my seat belt I was met with no interruptions since he already got his kiss. He started the car and the playlist came through the speakers full blast. I quickly turned it down to an acceptable volume. "Damn. Didn't realize it was that loud when we were getting out or I would've turned it down. Sorry." I said.

He shrugged his shoulders and gave a wave of his hands. Better to Have Loved by KeKe Palmer came on after whatever was on went off.

"So where to now?" I asked getting lost in the song.

He pulled out his phone, :it's a surprise. Just relax

I let out a yawn even though I don't feel tired. I blinked a couple of times but my vision was getting blurrier with each flutter. The last thing I remember was Jungkook pulling off from the restaurant and hitting the main road.

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I was jerked awake and it scared the shit out of me. We were still driving but it was dark outside now. It was pitch black and the only thing visible was his headlights beaming ahead. I was asleep for how long? I looked over to Jungkook but he was missing. Ok now I'm freaking the fuck out. I tried unbuckling my seat belt to hop into the driver's seat but it wouldn't come undone.

"What the fuck is going on?" I said frantically. I kept trying to undo the seat belt and after endless tugging, it finally came undone.

I climbed out of my seat and into the drivers but it felt like I plopped down onto a lap. I tried to place my feet on the brakes but the chair was moved back abruptly making me jerk back into a chest?

I turned around and screamed when I saw the IT clown Pennywise staring at me. I tried to get off his lap but he held me down by my hips and cackled in my face.

"Want to play a game little girl?" He asked before his jaw opened widely taking up his whole face. I screamed at the top of my lungs and scrambled to get away from him. He wrapped his arms around my midsection and leaned over towards my neck. I started silently crying with my eyes clenched shut and I was shaking like a leaf out of fear. He let out a laugh again but this time it sounded more familiar.

"Your face was priceless baby," he said.

I whipped my head around and was met with the darkness that is Hoodie's face and my face turned sour before I became overcome with rage.

I slapped his hands off of me and yelled, "What the fuck is wrong with you? You piece of shit!"

He just laughed harder, "Nothing is wrong with me but there has to be something wrong with you. I'm not the one who's afraid of a clown."

I punched his chest, "He's not just a clown you asswipe and I know that you know that or you wouldn't have pretended to be him."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Hey I was going to make a joke of how you can't stay off of me when you plopped into my lap but I thought this would be a wayyy funnier story to retell."

If I was a cartoon character, smoke would've been coming out of my ears right now to a whistle sound. "Who the fuck are you retelling the story to? You know what let me off of you."

I slapped his hands away and climbed back over to the passenger seat. "I'm too big for this shit. All this climbing over the console and shit cause somebody wanna be funny. It won't be funny when I fuck you up," I mumbled settling into my seat.

I put my seat belt back on and turned to glare at him, "What did you do with Jungkook and where am I?"

"Don't worry about your little lover boy, he's fine at home asleep and you'll find out where we are pretty soon. We're almost there." He said.

I shook my head, "No take me home right now, no take me to Jungkook. I'd rather be with him anyway."

He clenched his hands on the steering wheel, "I'd watch my mouth if I were you Mahj. One snap and your little boy toy is dead. You're lucky I'm even letting you entertain the thought of being with him. I know he kissed you and you did nothing to stop him either. Even after our night together, hmm. Guess I'll have to teach you a lesson again."

"First of all , you are lucky that I am entertaining the idea of me and you being together. And last I checked, I'm single like a Pringle so I can do what the fuck I want."

He scoffed," Pringles aren't single they come in packs."

"When it's the last one in the pack then it's single so how about that."

He placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed it hard. "Be quiet before I make you be quiet ok. You're pissing me off and I really don't want to have to pull this car over to deal with you. So just sit back and relax."

I went to open my mouth but my mouth wouldn't open. He put his finger up to mouth and went , "Shh" before placing his hand back on my thigh.

It was still completely dark out but it was gradually getting lighter the closer we got to wherever he was taking me. The light kept getting brighter until it started to hurt to look at it.

The light was so blinding, I had to shield my eyes. After a few seconds the light dimmed enough for me to remove my hand. I was taken back by what I saw.

A completely red sky and an equally red landscape. Red grass covered hills everywhere and people on top of them, all in single file lines. There were pits of red tar on some hills and the people lined up were getting pushed into them. There was one hill with a huge hole in it and smoke coming out of it. The people up there were surrounding the hole and shivering in fear. They were being taunted by what I can only guess is a demon, but he wasn't actually pushing them in just walking around them. Is he playing duck duck goose ? My guess must've been right because he stopped behind someone and pushed them in before going around the circle again, looking for a new victim. Escaping the screams of agony is impossible because there's a new scream everywhere you look.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Hell." He said matter of factually.

"It didn't look like this the last time we were here though. What changed?"

"Nothing changed, it's always looked like this. The entrance that I brought you in the first time was a shortcut that I take to get in. This is what all the damned souls see when they first enter. The myths about this place are true and believe or not this is the side of the place dedicated to those with lighter sins on their souls. Don't think you're ready to see the real gruesome side of the place just yet." He said.

We started accelerating more until the hilly landscape was gone and there were skyscrapers all around us.

"Now this is what ol Luci is most proud of. Talk to him about real estate and you've won over his heart. He felt that hell could use a little upgrade only for his most trusted demons though. They work and live in these buildings, most of them work out in hell and some above. He wouldn't be the devil if he wasn't trying to corrupt someone even if he doesn't do it himself." He said tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel.

"Do you live here?" I asked.

He nodded, "I live here, heaven , Earth , and limbo. I am wherever I'm needed which is everywhere. My reapers mostly like to live down here in hell though, I think they like the screams a little too much for my taste. Maybe it's all the sinners getting their punishments that do it for them or the fact that hell doesn't get any brighter than this. I couldn't stay down here for too long though. Like I get it, you're scared get over it. It won't stop you from receiving your punishment so you might as well just shut up and take it rather than bust my eardrums. Sounding like a whole bunch of banshees and no one really ever wants to hear those bitches scream. Good thing my apartment here is soundproof." He said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes, "Is that where you are taking me?"

"Yep," he said popping the 'p', "Got to get you ready for tonight."

"What's tonight," I asked confused.

He just shrugged his shoulders, "I guess you'll find out when we get there. Don't worry, you'll hopefully pick up on it once you see your outfit."

After that he was silent, so I turned to look back out of the window. Our surroundings changed from the red hills to a metropolitan style city. Every building was just as the hilltops in color. It kind of reminds me of what New York looks like, full of people bustling around, traffic in the streets, and even some vendors out selling food. The glaring difference from what other cities are full of is that everyone here was either or demon or what looked like a reaper. And the red sky and buildings definitely scream hell as well.

One building stood out from the rest. It was the tallest building among the rest and it was a different color being a matte black with no windows. If this doesn't scream center of attention then I don't know what does.

"Lucy gets inspired by the most populated cities in the world, this time around its New York that caught his eye. I asked him what he would pick next but he said very dramatically 'whatever the Lord brings to my attention'. Pshh, like God actually talks to him other than to scold him for existing. But Lucy's delusional and stubborn anyway so there's no showing him the truth. I've tried but I do like the color of this building." he said while pulling into the parking garage.

He went up the ramp and pulled into what I can only describe as a car elevator. When we pulled fully in the elevator doors closed and we started to ascend. Whoa and I've thought I've seen it all. When we reached floor 665 it stopped and the doors opened. He pulled out into a parking garage full of cars. It seemed like every new car that was on the market right now, including a 2022 Infiniti Q60 3.0t Red Sport 400 that I've been eyeing for a while. There's even a 2020 Kia Stinger GT-Line that I wanted a while back and still looked as if it just came off the lot.

He parked the car and we hopped out.

"Hello," I said hearing it echo throughout the garage. I heard a chuckle from Hoodie before he started walking. I followed closely behind him but not too close so that I wouldn't accidentally bump into him as I took in the rest of the garage. Every car in here was spotless, no dust, no peeling paint, and even the tires were clean.

As I was looking around, I didn't notice that he stopped walking so I ended up bumping into him anyway.

"The fuck," I exclaimed.

"All of this is yours too you know, I can tell which ones just caught your eye so if you want to drive one of them just let me know." he said causing my jaw to drop in shock.

"Wait really?" I asked excitedly. He nodded in response and stopped in front of a door. He reached around and grabbed my hand, pulling me flush beside him. He placed my hand on the door knob and I felt a warming sensation; then there was a click sound.

"Now you have a key that unlocks to any of the houses I have in Heaven, Hell, and on Earth. Come and go as you please."

I turned the door knob and stepped into the foyer that was simply decorated. There's a shoe shelve on the left and a little step up that had two pairs of slippers on them, one pair black and one pair pink. I took off my shoes and slipped my feet into the black pair of slippers, leaving the pink pair for him. He snorted but put them on nonetheless. I went further inside and to say the least, his apartment is gorgeous. It was modernly decorated with a dark brown couch, dark brown love-seat, and two beige chairs. A beautiful black square coffee table with a matching long rectangular table with chairs in the dining room. The were was a grand piano in the corner that was surrounded by the floor to ceiling windows that really took your breath away with the gorgeous view of the skyline. He even has ambiance lighting in here with a shimmering chandelier hanging over the dining table.

If this is what the living room looks like then I wonder what the rest of the place looks like.

I sat down on the couch and it felt like I was sitting on a marshmallow, it was so soft. "So do you have this entire floor to yourself," I asked.

He hummed," Yeah, all to myself. The whole floor is mine, no one else has access up here except for Lucy, me, and now you." He held out his hand for me to grab. "Come, follow me."

I placed my hand in his and let him lift me up from the couch. I let him lead me past the kitchen, which I'm definitely coming back to take a closer look of, to what I assume to be his bedroom.

He opened the door and just like his living room, his bedroom was just as nicely decorated. More of a black and white theme in here rather than the beige and black one in the living room. This room looks like it's even bigger than mine at home with a king bed in its center topped with a black comforter and it even has accent pillows. A chandelier hung over it and what I think to be a mirror just above the headboard. A white bed end bench in front of it with a black blanket on it. I walked further in and admired the huge 75" inch TV mounted on the wall with a cute floating white counter underneath it and I even think that there's LED lights under it too. There was a couple of pictures on it and I went to get a closer look at them when something else caught my eye. A weird looking spiral white lamp in the corner that drew you to the big windows that made up the wall with a chair and a small table with a lamp on the other side.

I walked closer to the windows and really took in the view outside. I mean without the red sky and the knowledge that I'm currently in Hell with Death himself this would actually be a great place to come and relax from what I've seen so far.

"You didn't have a problem being with me in the bathroom," I heard him grumble behind me.

I turned around and glared, "What was that?"

"Nothing, nothing. So do you like it?" he asked.

"Mhmmm, guess we need to talk about mind boundaries again and yes I think that this place is very beautiful. Props to your interior designer."

"I'll tell him that it has your approval. The closet is over there. Go check it out and see if you like it too," he said and pointed to the door to my left. As I was walking over, I noticed that the picture I was going to look at was now face down on the counter top. Weird.

I opened the door and it was as if my fantasy closet had come to life.

This man has got to give me his interior designer's number.

A full walk in closet with a huge black and white vanity mirror placed in the back of it. There were more drawers on it than things I have to put in them. Clothes took up all the walls leading towards the back where it was met with huge shelves filled with purses and shoes. I walked in and could tell he set it to be a his and hers due to one side looking like women clothes and the other males.

"Who's the lucky lady that you got all this for?" I asked.

I heard a chuckle behind me, "Ha ha, so you have jokes? Check the sizes, you know they're yours. Always have been."

I scoffed and grabbed one of the distressed pants off of one of the hangers. I pulled out the tag and saw that it was actually my size 18. I put it back on the hanger and grabbed one of the many shirts hanging and checked it's tag. Size XL, so these really are for me huh.

I walked closer to the vanity and saw a whole bunch of smell goods and jewelry on it. He even got the scents of body oil that I like.

"Told you," he said smugly.

"Mind privacy," I grumbled out turning slightly to glare at him. It would feel more intimidating if I could actually see his face.

He held up his hands in surrender and pulled his hood off so I could see his head of course fuzzy. His green eyes started to become clearer through the haze.

"If I don't read your mind, you won't tell me what you want yourself. I'll try and limit what I listen to but it's kinda hard to just shut off." He said, walking slowly towards me. He stopped right before he reached me and pulled out a garment in a black bag. "I want you to wear this tonight for where we're going."

He draped it over his shoulder and grabbed my hand, pulling along with him as he exited the room. He placed the garment on the bed and then pulled me to another door in the room. If you've already guessed then yes it is the bathroom. Looks pretty similar in color coordination with the rest of the room. A huge tub takes up the whole left side of the bathroom, with his and hers sinks to the right underneath a huge mirror that took up the rest of its occupying wall. I walked further in and there was a shower around the corner equipped with rainfall shower heads and a bench to sit down on. You could tell that both the tub and the shower were built to be occupied by more than one person just by the size of them alone.

"Come here," he said still standing where I left him by the door. I walked over and placed his hand on the mirror. The mirror started to shift to the right and there was the medicine cabinet. Two toothbrushes with the brand of toothpaste that I use back home. Stocked full of Ibuprofen and Tylenol like it should be because headaches and cramps are no joke. Not to draw too much attention to the obvious elephant in the room but other than the addition of the many pain killers in here, this cabinet looks just like mine at home. Full of all the skin care products I use and even the same scent of Nair that I like. Even all of the different types of body moisturizers are lined up neatly in here. I mean, I know he's everywhere but I didn't realize how 'everywhere' he really is. Goes to show that you are never really alone. Death is always lurking over your shoulder waiting for his cue to swoop you up and take you to either Heaven or Hell.

"Well, I physically aren't everywhere at once, that's what my reapers are for. They're a branch off of me, I mean like they kind of are me but they aren't, if that makes any sense. They have their own names and personalities but they all answer to me but if I were to go down they would still be able to function for a little while. Like if I get sick or something or if I ever decide to take a vacation, I think the longest they can go without me is a couple weeks before they start to die off. Do you think they are parasites?" he asked, his voice sounding worried towards the end.

"Parasites?," I asked trying to hold in my laughter.

"Yeah," he said snapping his fingers as if he's figured it out," Think about it. They need me to be around, alive in a sense, and without me, i e the 'host', they'll die off. So in conclusion they are definitely parasites." he said so seriously that I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder.

"I can't with you right now. So what are you going to do then? Just let them die off?" I asked still laughing.

"I mean, I got to see test it out first to see if they'll actually truly die off or just go and be independent and if that's the case then that's even worse because then I'll have to kill them if they do that." I swear if I could see his face right now he would be frowning slightly. I think I can see his frown lines through the haze.

"How can you kill something that is already dead?" I asked confused.

"Oh, you'd be surprised how many times you can kill something before it is truly dead. Like out of existence dead. Trust me, it's a couple of people who I wish would just stop getting reincarnated but the big guy up top is 'forgiving' and thinks in their next life they'll be a better person. I say just wipe the off, hell erase them until the point that the only think left of them is the eraser shavings. But anyway back to them, they are dead but not fully. If I keep explaining it, you'll just get more confused then I've probably already made you. Google it." he said ending his rant.

"Well if you needed air to breathe, you probably would've doubled over by now. But why'd you bring me in here again?"

"Oh right, hop in the shower and then when you come out, put on the outfit on the bed and the shoes with it and then come and meet me in the living room."

"Why do I need to take a shower? Do I smell or something? I just got out of the shower a couple of hours ago. What time is it like 10 am?" I asked sniffing myself. I don't smell bad to me.

"Actually it's 8:45 pm. You slept for a very long time in the car on the way here. And no you don't stink but you do smell like Jungkook and I don't want to keep smelling him on you so into the shower you go. And that's a brand new outfit and I know how you are, you hate putting on new clothes without taking a shower unless you're going swimming or going to bed and you don't feel like taking a shower. Go ahead and hop in." he said motioning me to the tub, "I would say you should run a bubble bath but we both now what happens when we're in the tub together. Our rendezvouses will take up time that we don't have. So shower by yourself it is." he added making sure I could see his wink at the end.

"Firstly how the hell did a whole day go by and I missed it and Jungkook doesn't stink. I like how he's cologne smells but I don't even smell anything. And you always initiate the tub 'rendezvous', if that's what you want to call them."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked leaning close enough to me that I could feel his minty breath. "Last I checked, you initiated last time when you asked if I wanted you, which you know that I always will." He placed his arm around the small of my back and pulled me flush up against him. I could feel his growing erection poking me in the belly button and knew that it was time to run before he got me all hot. "But we can be a little late if you want to." he suggested, reaching down to squeeze my butt gently.

I pushed against him slightly and he pulled back some but still kept himself close. "You know what, I will take that solo shower so if you want to go ahead and get out I'll do that. Where do you keep your towels?"

He chuckled and nodded his head, "And here I thought you were going to suggest that we just do it in the shower. Wanted to see all those piercings under the flowing water," he sighed, "guess I'll just have to wait."

I chuckled," I didn't even think you noticed them."

He leaned down and kissed me roughly. He grabbed the back of my head with his right hand and pulled me closer to him with his other. After he bit my lip and shoved his tongue down my throat briefly, he pulled back taking my bottom lip with him before letting it go. With his right hand no longer holding my head, he slithered it down my body before stopping on my nipples. He squeezed one and flicked the other before moving his hand down to my belly button, giving a gentle pat and then proceeding to cup me down there. He pecked my lips again and pulled my jaw down, opening my mouth, and he made the ahh sound so I stuck my tongue out. I could see my purple tongue ring twinkle under the lights before he spit on my tongue and closed my mouth.

He let me go fully and turned to walk out the door. He grabbed the door knob and slowly started to close the door, before the door was fully closed he said, "Just wait until we come back." and then he closed the door. I stood there for a minute before I snapped out of the fog he put in and turned to hop in the shower. I quickly stripped out of my clothes, grabbed a rag, and hopped in the shower.

To no surprise, the body wash I have at home was on one of the shelves in the shower. Even my eczema body wash that I got the other day at Walmart is in here. I lathered up my rag and started to wash my body. Luckily the rainfall shower is one of three shower heads in here so I set it to come down like a normal shower would. I have no energy to redo my hair, maybe it's the fact that I slept for so long or just being in Hell at all is making me feel so drained. How did I not notice that the sun was setting but can I really faulted when the whole sky is red. I started to hum This Hell by Rina Sawayama , ironically, softly to myself; which the humming turned into full on singing.

Walk a mile on these coals, busy cleansing my soul

Getting ready for the night Damned for eternity, but you're coming with me Into the afterlife

This hell is better with you We're burning up together, baby, that makes two 'Cause the devil's wearing Prada and loves a little drama, ooh-ooh This hell is better with you

With you (whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)

I heard the bathroom door open and heard Hoodie laugh and say, " Nice song choice." Before I heard the door shut and the song started blasting out of nowhere.

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After my belting session, I put on some moisturizer, and stepped out with my towel wrapped around me. I looked under the sink and in there was a blow dryer and a flat iron. I moved as quickly as could to flat iron my hair because I didn't know how much time I had to get ready since I still don't know where we are going. He wasn't in the room like he said he wasn't going to be. The only things out were the garment bag, some heels, and some lace panties with a strapless bra.

I put on the underwear and opened the bag and was left speechless. The dress inside of it was stunning. A champagne off the shoulder V neck floor length dress with long-sleeves, Swarovski crystals, and sheer tulle. It's absolutely gorgeous and I just know that it's going to fit like a glove.

I slipped it on and headed into the walk in closet to take it in. I looked in the mirror and I could barely recognize myself. I looked like a princess out of a fairy tale, all I need is a couple of small accessories and I'll be set. I opened one of the drawers and pulled out a pair rose gold drop style Swarovski crystal earrings with a matching necklace. I put them on and I felt like I was missing something but I'd like to say that I'm set for wherever he's taking me.

I grabbed the RiRi by Rihanna body oil, putting some on before I grabbed a light pink clutch and walked out to meet him in the living room. When I came out, he was standing facing the windows. The red sky had taken a darker color than it was when we originally got here. He was wearing a fitted black suit with what looked like champagne threading throughout it. He matched it with a pair of black Oxford dress shoes and a champagne colored watch. He must've taken a shower too because his hair was wet.

"If I would've known you were going to take that long anyway, I would've came fully in there when I turned the music on and met you in the shower," He said turning to face me.

To say the both of us were shocked by each other's appearance is a understatement. At the same time we both exclaimed two different things. He said," Wow do you look beautiful," and I said, "I can see your face."

He chuckled after he heard what I said, "Well as much as you can see with a mask on, then yes you can see my face." He had on a black mask that was covered with champagne roses around it. I could make out some of his face but mostly his lips, jaw, and forehead. I noticed a little mole under his lip and a lip ring that I never felt before and he has a eyebrow piercing. But the main thing that stole my attention away from those was the fact that there was no haze around his head. I could see his long black hair that he had tied up in a man bun with his bangs hanging in front of his face. Now, the only barrier between me seeing his face was the mask.

He walked up to me and grabbed a box that was sitting on the table. He held it out for me and I slowly opened the box. Inside was a mask similar to his but a champagne color with black roses but they were bigger than his. The final piece was a black crown that sat above the mask in the box. It was made out of rose gold and was littered in black diamonds. I couldn't think of a price for it even if I tried. It's really fit for a queen.

He placed the box fully in my hands and grabbed the crown before placing it on top of my head. He took the box and handed me the mask before he stepped back some and whistled. "Wow, you. Just wow. I mean you always look beautiful but baby you're taking my breath away." He put the box back on the table and came back to grab my hand.

"Shall we?" he asked.

I nodded and he pulled me along with him back to the door we came in through. We walked until we stopped in front of a black 2022 Porsche Panamera. He opened the door for me and then walked over to the driver's side and got in. We went down the car elevator and out of the building into the dark blood red sky filled night.

We drove for about 25 minutes before he pulled up to what I would say replicates the look of the Met Gala building, with studio lights and even a red carpet. The only thing missing was the people that would occupy the space. There was no one out here but all the lights were still on. I turned to look at him. "Where is everybody?"

"I told you we were late, they're all inside. Come on, let's head on in." He parked the car right in front of the red carpet and got out quickly to open my door. As I stepped out the car, I was blinded by the bright studio lights. I had to hold up my hand to shield my eyes before I could attempt to walk forward. He wrapped his arm around me and used his hand to help shield.

By the time we made up it up the stairs I could feel a headache coming on. Knew I should've brought a pain pill.

When we got inside, there was still no one, no noise of any kind. What happened to everyone?

He guided me towards two big ballroom doors and stopped right in front of them. He turned to face me, his green eyes piercing at me through his mask. "Are you ready?" He asked.

I shook my head slightly, "No. Ready for what?"

He gripped the knob tightly before he flung the doors open. "This."

#bts x black reader #jeongguk smut #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts x plus size reader #jungkook x black reader #jungkook x plus size reader #bangtan smut #bts #bts x black girl #bts x oc

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Derry’s Secret Pt. 2

Pennywise x Female Reader series

Warnings- mature language, stalking, violence, dark themes, consumption of alcohol, ages 18+

Other parts can be found RIGHT HERE and through the "Derry's Secret" tag🎈

You live in a little corner house on the end of a quiet street. Using the term quiet because that's how it usually was. The neighbors kept to themselves mostly, which you didn't mind. Much preferring the seclusion anyways, as you have always been a bit more reserved.

The house you reside in has a time-worn appearance on the outside. Exactly like many of the other homes in the area, only yours is smaller. Even the interior is dated, from the tiled floors to the walls. Strangely, you appreciated the look and feel of it though. Plus the previous appliances seemed to have been properly replaced right before you'd moved in, so there were no issues there. Sure, they weren’t brand spanking new, but they were fully functional.

Your landlord was a sweet old woman. She rented the house to you monthly for a great price. The rent was low, almost too low that it was questionable. And rather suspicious. You had curiously asked her the reason for such a discounted amount. To which she simply replied, "The house is old, I wouldn't feel comfortable renting it for so much. And you seem like a sweet girl." You weren't entirely sure what she meant with that last statement, however you happily took it as a compliment.

Approaching the porch steps, your phone starts to vibrate in your pocket. You take it out, checking the notification. It's a text from Gabby that read- 'On my way. Be there in a few.'

You head inside, kicking your shoes off at the entryway before tossing the bags onto the couch. Satisfied to finally be in the familiar comfort of your own residence. You bring the grocery tote into the kitchen and put the contents away. It was only a few, non-perishable food items. Done with that, you connect your phone to the charger and set it atop the counter.

After today's events, you wanted nothing more than to lay around, have a drink, and relax with your friend.

Deciding to change, you remove your clothes while heading into the bedroom. You grab an oversized tee from the drawer and head towards the hamper at the end of the hallway. Having thrown your sweaty, asphalt dusted garments in, you exhale putting the fresh tee on.

"Much better." You whisper, pulling on a clean pair of shorts.

Since Gabby texted that she was almost here, you'll just sit and wait for her to arrive. Having purposely left the door unlocked so she could come right on in.

Walking back into the living room, you instantly spot something tall standing in the corner. Startled, you dare not to take another step. Instead choosing to fearfully eye the strange figure in your home.

There, stood a clown in a white puffy costume. Well over six feet tall, with elongated limbs. A large head that's twice, maybe three times the size of an average person's head. Its hair is orange and styled to curve upwards. Complete with makeup- a pale white face, thin highly arched eyebrows, and red lips with two lines curving up, ending in points directly above its big blue eyes.

Your legs are locked tight, you wouldn't be able to move even if you wanted to. Acknowledging this, the clown grinned, flashing a buck toothed smile.

"Hiya," its high pitched greet came out.

Despite its eyes shifting slightly away from each other, you could feel it staring dead at you. Swallowing hard, it doesn't take you long to figure whom the looming figure might be. "You're the t-thing from the drain," you faintly shudder out.

It lets out a delighted chuckle in response. "Ahh, you remember."

There's something about the deep husk in its voice that gives off the impression that it might be a male.

"Who are you?" You ask, finally able to take a step back.

It mimics your action, but taking one closer to you. The scent of burnt popcorn fills your nostrils. It's not something you would have expect this thing to smell like. Not this terrifying creature.

"I am Pennywise the Dancing Clown!" He jingles, giving a graceful bow upon introducing himself. "Or Very wise," he rises, "as you might know from what the little offspring told you." He laughs mockingly at the previous mention.

This is when you realize that he never fled. He followed you when you went to drop off the young child and now he's followed you home! At this point, you really start to regret not locking the door on your way in.

"What- well what do you want?" The question is caught in your throat. Your heart starts beating faster when his smile suddenly becomes darker. That can't be good, there is nothing about that smile that reads anything good. Instead it flashes signals of danger. Screeching at you to turn around and run. Get out as fast as you can before something terrible happens to you.

A huge glob of drool drips down from his mouth and onto the floor as he mutters, "to feast."

"Um, feast?" You swallow thickly, his response is difficult to comprehend.

"Well, you see," he inches closer, "I would've had a nice filling earlier. But then you seemed to have interfered, allowing my food to escape."

Oh no, his food.. was he was going to eat the young child?

"Now since I can't eat her.." his eyes flash into a ravenous fiery orange. Before you have time to react, he leaps forward. Wrapping a large gloved hand around your neck and lifting you off your feet. "You will have to suffice!" It growls, rows of razor sharp teeth filling its gaping mouth.

Gasping for air, you desperately kick and paw at the thing towering above you. Trying to get it to release its hold, but it's no use. "F-fuck, no-" you choke out.

It brings you closer, running its nose from your collarbone up your neck. Following the rapid pace of your pulse pumping through the artery under your delicate skin. Deeply inhaling your scent, its eyes roll back. Two clicking sounds gargle up from somewhere within its chest as it shudders slightly. Seemingly liking what it finds.

That is not normal! What the hell is this thing doing?

"Sweet, sweet, fear." Its voice vibrates along your skin, teeth grazing along your flushed flesh. Ready to pierce.. maim and eat.

You thought you were done for.

This is it, this is where I die. Is this really how I go out?

Suddenly it snaps its face to the side, then releases you. Dropping you onto the ground before disappearing completely in the blink of an eye. It’s gone before you can even react.

You shuffle back, harshly coughing as you try to catch your breath. Not even two seconds later, you hear the jiggling of the doorknob on the front door.

"Yo!" The door swings open and Gabby steps inside with her hands full. "I'm here- what the hell!" Finding you in a distressed state on the floor, she throws her stuff down and rushes to you. "Y/n, hey girl! Are you okay, what happened?" She frantically looks around the room.

"I, I.." you finally get your breathing back.

"What happened?" She repeats concerned, kneeling down.

You didn't want to worry her with the assault that just occured. It was bad enough this entity was already after you, so you don't want to get anyone else involved and put into harm's way. Especially Gabby.

Coming up with a quick excuse, you tell her, "it's nothing.. I um, I fainted and I scared myself."

"You fainted?" She examines your state, "you sure about that? You're all shaken up, it looks like you were attacked!"

"No really, I'm fine," you wheeze, "I fell so hard that I couldn't breathe and it scared me. I was alone and I just panicked because that's never happened to me before." Ain't that the truth!

"Well are you alright? Did you hurt anything?"

"I don't think so," you shake your head. "No, I'm alright."

She sighs in relief. "Oh, good. Here, I'll get you some water."

You slowly stand as she gets you a glass. Rubbing the spot behind your upper thigh, you can already feel the bruise coming from where you fell.

"And just so you know, I call bullshit on the whole it 'never happened before' claim." She comes back, offering you the glass.

"I meant on the part that I was alone, and I also don't know why I fainted." You reply after chugging from the cup. Of course you've fainted before. Hell, she's actually witnessed it herself.

She tries thinking of a reason for your false faint claim. "Hm, well have you ate?"

"Not really. I had a pastry at the shop earlier, but that was it. Plus the drink."

"Well then that's it, your blood sugar is most likely low. Then especially with all that walking around this morning with very little food in your system." She walks over to the stuff she brought over.

"Yeah, that's probably what it was," you chuckle. Content in the fact she wasn't suspicious anymore, you felt a great sigh of relief. Hey, you wanted something scary tonight. Well you got it, alright. Having been two seconds away from becoming a human entrée, you're just glad that Gabby had shown up when she did. Despite that though, you truly are grateful for her and appreciate everything that she does for you. She's just looking out for you. And no doubt for her, you'd do the same.

"You need to eat," she brings over a pizza box. "Good thing I made a quick stop on my way over here."

"Ah you're the best!" You acknowledge, lifting the cardboard lid to take a slice out. The hunger's really hitting you now at the scent of food. She sets the box on the table in front of the couch.

"So, about the movie choice for tonight," she digs through her bag, "you said something scary.."

"Mhm," you mumble with a mouth full of cheese.

"We're gonna watch Paranormal Activity." She gleefully states earning a groan from you.

"Seriously, you know I can't stand those boring movies."

She bursts out with a laugh, "got ya! I'm kidding, I brought The Conjuring." Leave it to Gabby to know your taste in horror films. Putting it in the player console, she takes a couple whiffs of the air. "Did you burn the popcorn?"

Damn, it left its scent.

"Uh, no. I haven't made the popcorn yet. I'll make it now." You point out standing up. "Wine?"

"Like you have to ask," she snickers grabbing her own pizza slice.

During the movie, all you could think about was the clown. And the young girl. Hoping that she was safe. You wondered if it still might go after her.

It.. using that term because you aren't quite sure what it is, exactly. Even if it had a name. It was very similar to an animal in the way it stalked and growled, but also supernatural with how it completely vanished in thin air. You need answers.

Gabby had already fallen asleep by the time the movie ended. It was only after eleven, but she knocked out pretty quickly. While she slept, you used the time to do a little internet search on Derry. You poured yourself another glass of wine and sat with your laptop on your legs, typing away. Searching for 'Weird sightings in Derry' and 'Strange Derry reports' and even 'Pennywise.'

But nothing came up on the matter concerning the clown. Although you did come across an article with tragic events that had happened in Derry. You learned something about the town and its bad history before, but haven't gone further into the details until now. The websites provided brief amounts of information on them, from tragic incidents like the Ironworks Factory explosion and the burn down of the black spot. But what really got you was the reports of missing kids. Bingo. There was far too many more than adults. Some of the dates were recent, but you couldn't go back much further for the older dates. Those must not have been documented electronically.

Gab's loud snore pulled you out of your screen trance. Yawning, you figure that an internet search wasn't going to cut it. So you sat there in silence, pondering. Maybe the library? Yeah, the library. They should have history books that provide more details on the events. Hopefully they'll even have some old, written archives you could take a look at.

The time on the laptop read 1:09 am, had you seriously been up this long? It didn't feel like you had. You close the laptop before setting it on the table. I'll go by there tomorrow, you thought as you shifted to lay down comfortably on the couch.

It was a good thing Gabby stayed the night. She's always amazing company. But especially more right now. You also decided not to tell her about the incident from earlier, with the little girl and the drain. Figuring it's best that she doesn't know about it. But at least having her here with you, you hoped that Pennywise wouldn't show up again. You really hoped that he wouldn't. That was all that ran through your mind as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

It's the only thing which you would've allowed, because you had a deep secret. A secret pushed so far in the depths of your soul that would soon come into play. But of course, you didn't know that yet.

End of Part 2.

#Derry's Secret #pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise imagine #pennywise x reader #pennywise x you #pennywise x female reader #penny posted

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Facundo Pellistri - Strike Again Chapter 1

To my fellow reds. I know I've been making too much content for the City gals and boys (blame Ruben Dias 😅). Either way, this ends now!

This story is for you my fellow Manchester United stans!!

The summer slowly passes and Pellistri returns to school, but things aren't same as before. He is still grieving the death of his father and struggles to fit in with his peers and football...football is the last thing on his mind during this time.

Enjoy!

Facundo Pellistri woke up to the sound of thunder and rain outside of his bedroom window. He lingered in bed, rubbing his tired eyes. After washing up he joined his mother for breakfast downstairs. She tells him that they have errands to run and arrangements to make ahead of his fathers funeral.

"You have to get your suit from the tailor, and the flowers, don't forget about the flowers."

"I know Mama. I won't forget about them."

"I'm sorry." She sighs. There were gray bags underneath her eyes and she's been wearing a robe for the second week in a row. Only Facundo ran errands. His mother didn't go outside, at least not anymore.

"There is a letter for you." She said, gesturing towards the kitchen counter. "It arrived in the mailbox this morning."

"I'll read it on my way out."

The rain had stopped once he got outside. But clouds still roamed the skies as he rode his bike down the hills with the letter in his hand. It was from the Manchester United Football Youth Camp, providing him with their condolences and informing him that a spot would be reserved for him next summer.

Facundo doubted he'd be able to afford the fees for next summer, his parents struggled with getting money for the fee this year. It didn't matter however, Facundo and his mother agreed that the money for this year's summer camp would be spent on arrangements for his father's funeral, like flowers and whatever a new suit would cost him. He entered the tailor's shop set to purchase their cheapest one, but was surprised how much they all cost.

"It's because we only do custom-made."

Facundo was quick to let go of the price tag as a girl appeared behind his shoulder.

"Blame my dad for wanting this to be a fancy shop." She chuckled.

Facundo recognized her face from school. Perhaps she was a grade below him because he only recognized her face from the hundreds passing him by in the hallway everyday.

"Facundo, right?"

He raised his brow, surprised that she knew his first name, everyone usually called him by his last.

"It's Pellistri."

"That's a bit odd, no? Wanting to be called by your last name."

"In football it's not."

"Okay, Mr football, what can I do you for?"

"Do me?" He frowned, not sure that he found her as amusing as she thought she was. The purple suit she wore didn't do her any good either. It was purple and she was on the plus size, which made her look like a fat clown. Who wore a purple suit on a day such as this one? Even clowns stayed inside when it rained. Or hid in the drains like Pennywise. His friends had tricked him into thinking IT would be a scary movie. More than anything the movie was depressing, Pellistri thought.

"It's just an expression." She said and gestured for him to follow her towards the dressing rooms in the back.

He pulled the curtains to the dressing room and prayed that the girl wouldn't be the one to do his measurements, but her father or another male employee.

"If I may ask, what do you need the suit for?" She waited with her hands on her hips as Pillistri stepped out of the dressing room wearing only his boxers. Unfortunately his prayers had not been answered. Perhaps because God believed in him as little as he believed in God.

"It's for a funeral." He said.

"Oh, who died?" She stretched him a white shirt to put on.

"My dad."

She paused the motion of adjusting his collar, her expression stiffening. Pellistri knew what words were coming next.

"I'm sorry." She said.

Everyone was sorry, he thought. But sorry didn't do anything to mend his pain and suffering.

"When did it happen?"

She was one of them, the ones curious to hear the story of the worst day of his life.

"Just before the summer break." He said, watching her circle him like a shark, measuring the wingspan of his arms and the circumference of his pelvis.

"Fuck, that must of been horrible for you and your family. Was he sick?"

"No, it was an accident."

"A car crash?"

He frowned. How much did she want to know? Most people would have reserved themselves to an awkward silence by now.

"Well, he worked for this truck company that makes deliveries to all these different retail companies around Manchester. This time it was that store that sold kitchen supplies downtown."

"Burgins AC and refrigerators?"

Great. She has heard of them.

"Yes, them."

"What happened?" She asked. Either she was a really good listener or eager to know how his dad got crushed by a 600 kilo steel refrigerator.

"A fridge killed him?" She gasped when he told her.

"Yes. The delivery went wrong and he was crushed to death." The paramedics said he died instantly and that there was no suffering, as if that would make his mother weep less. After the death of his father she underwent a week of howling and weeping in her sorrows. It got so bad that one neighbor threatened to call the police unless Pellsitri could silence his dog. The story of how he had to explain that the howling wasn't a dog but his mother, was one he kept to himself.

"I'm so sorry Facundo. I'll ask my dad if the suit can be on the house."

"Why?" He hadn't noticed her finish his measurements. She must be good at her job. "I have the money to pay for it myself."

"It wouldn't be right to take it." She said, looking at him like most people did after hearing of his tragedies. With pity in her eyes.

Pillistri dug the bills out of his pocket and slapped them against the front desk. "Take the money. I'm tired of people feeling sorry for me."

"I…I didn't mean to…" She looked flabbergasted and a little terrified of him. Either way, she accepted the money and Pillistri was out of the shop before she could apologize any further.

"Did you get the flowers cariño?"

"Yes, Mami. I've got them."

Like his suit, he got the cheapest kind, the kind you picked for free out of the pits in the park.

"Will you put them in some water?"

"Yes, Mama."

She hadn't moved since he left. She was still seated around the kitchen table, dressed in her robe. Rain slapped against the kitchen window where her gaze was set at the horizon.

"It started raining again, so some of the flowers got bent underneath my jacket." He said.

"That's alright cariño. Just make sure that they get in some water okay?"

"I will Mama."

He watched her rise from her chair, giving him a shy smile before she left the kitchen and continued down the hall. There she disappears into his father's study. Pellistri knew what followed.

Quiet weeping sounds.

It was better for her to do it in there, he thought. Then the neighbors wouldn't complain.

#fanfiction #football imagine #manchester utd #manchester united #football #footballer imagine #facundo pellistri #man utd

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gay4tiddies · 2 years

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Painted Hearts

Part 2

This is part two of a Jinx x female reader series, in which the reader ends up in the Arcane universe and winds up getting involved with the plot. Starting just before series plot begins.

Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Part 2: In which you encounter a stranger turned familiar face.

“Who’s Pennywise….?” a voice called from above, echoing off the metallic walls, sealing the space in an empty, eerie silence.

Those few seconds felt as if your very heart had stopped beating, stolen away by the fear that struck you in this rapid realisation. The realisation that you are not, in fact, alone right now.

“…heya toots, ya still there?” The, now notability female, voice questioned your silent response, tone hesitantly curious.

Politeness compelling you, a barely strung together reply was sent resounding upwards.

“Down here?… More like what’s up there? Ahaha… ha.”

Fuck that was a frightfully unfunny joke.

Yet your poor joke was met with melodious laughter, even a few snorts as it died down.

“Geez! I didn’t realise the voices in my head could be funny.”

Squinting upwards, you’d frown at the response you’d received. Heck, either this person was a nut-job and you’d somehow trespassed into an hidden asylum, or you’d hit your head so hard that you’d become the looney.

“Mate- I doubt the inside of your head is a junkyard of-“ You’d carefully pick up what you’d imagine to be some sort of exploded bomb, glow stick reflecting off charred metal. “explosive waste and paint buckets?”

“Pyrotechnics and paint waste… hol’ up are ya hanging in my garbage disposal?”

A faint figure could now be seen peering over the edge of a fan blade, balancing hazardously over the pit. You’d wave your fading neon arms in signal, gaining an enthusiastic wave back.

“Woah! …by Ioun ya really are down there. Hah, and there I was questioning my sanity!”

By Ioun?

Ioun as in the God of knowledge in Arcane lore? Now vaguely recalling the blurred monkey mural which had haphazardly caused your very ending up in here, you’d link two and two… This person must be some sort of mentally deranged Arcane fan whose taken to hanging out in the sewers.

“Yeah…” you’d laugh awkwardly, “so there wouldn’t happen to be a staircase somewhere down here? I mean, as charming as it is - I’d rather not risk being down here with…potentially active bombs?”

Another spout of laughter, then followed by a, admittedly attractive, deep chuckle. “Darlin’ there ain’t nothing like a staircase down there… But lil’ old me could find ya a rope I suppose.”

“That’d work just fine thanks!” you’d call appreciatively upwards, the figure then disappearing behind the fan blade. Sounds of items being thrown around could be heard faintly, of which you assumed was the searching for said rope.

“Found ya!” The stranger cried from above, rushed footsteps tracing their way back to the blade edge before a thick twine of rope was cast towards you.

“Tied it to the wall so ya should be safe… ish.”

“Reassuring…” you’d mutter before clasping the rope. It was something like the rope you’d see at a gym, but with regular knots that worked as footholds of a sort. Climbing up was easy enough, putting aside your aching muscles, yet looking down at the pit bellow was what scared you shitless.

Climbing with invigorated enthusiasm to get the fuck to the safely of firm ground, you neared the blade edge. Taking a deep breath, you gripped the metallic surface with one hand, shakily reaching out with the other.

A cool hand clasped yours, notably long nails lightly dig into your skin as you were pulled up by surprising strength. Perhaps too much strength, as the woman quickly lost her balance, falling backwards with a confused yelp, dragging you over with her.

Falling forwards, your eyes were shut tightly as you barely managed to hold an arm out, stopping yourself from crushing your saviour. Your forearm ached from the force of the fall as you hesitantly open your eyes into the dim light, gaze resting on the wincing face beneath yours.

And Holy fuck… Sure the lighting bellow had been shitty, but hell she looked practically animated. It was as if you were gazing straight into your phone screen.

Dark brows furrowed from the pain of the fall, cupid-bow lips parted, breathless, a slight gap between her front teeth. Her skin seemed to glow power white, not a freckle in sight as captivating blue locks lay in disarray over her heart-shaped face. Your eyes follow the tangle of braids, laying snaked across the painted floor around you both, clasps shining faintly in the flickering lights.

Shadowed, strikingly blue eyes now stare back into yours, barely hidden shock fading into a smug smirk accompanied by a raised brow.

“Nice to meet ya too toots.” She rasped, bringing a hand to your cheek, tracing the neon shapes curiously as you locked eyes.

Her tone seemed playful, however it barely masked her intentions. A dangerous gaze filled with an unspoken threat. You froze like a deer in headlights as cold metal brushed your skin.

“Now how ‘bout you tell me just what ya were doing down there?”

She was going to get an answer out of you, and if she didn’t like what you told her… then the handgun at your temple told you just what she’d do.

Sorry for slow updates, I actually ended up scrapping and re-writing lmao.

Not spell checked because I’m lazy.

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: IT/Pennywise mention, spoilers for IT, character death mention, swearing

AN: so a different version of Richie. I forgot how much I love Harry Anderson. I don’t want to write for Harry stone so I’ll write for Richie.

Time seemed to move faster than the speed of light after we climbed out of the sewer. Richie had drapped Eddie over his shoulder, both of us knowing we couldn’t leave him down there. Everyone went their separate ways, pairing off with the people we never thought we’d actually have a chance with. Richie squeezed my hand as we climbed into his convertible.

“What do we do if we start to forget?” I looked at him. Richie raised his eyebrows at me.

“(Y/N), I’m counting on forgetting. I can’t wait to forget everything to do with that fucked up clown. What is there about any of this you’d want to remember?” He exclaimed.

“What I meant was what if we forget each other. Or why we’re together. Or…” I frowned as I watched the town sign in the rear view mirror. “What if we forget Eddie?” Richie reached over and squeezed my hand again. His face softened as he searched for somewhere to pull over.

"Darling, we won't forget him." I shook my head and tightened my grip on his hand. "To quote Stan, it's imperically impossible. It's Eddie we're talking about here!"

"Mike was already starting to forget when we left Derry Rich. What if, in a week, you wake up to me sleeping next to you and you have no fucking clue who I am? Are you going to kick me out of bed? Think I'm just a one night stand?" I shook my head at him. "Richie, I don't want to lose you again." Richie leaned over and cupped my cheeks. He kissed me gently before pulling back to rest his head against mine.

"Sweetheart, I'll write myself a note. Like that stupid movie you made us watch while we were waiting for news about Mike. Every damn day if I have to." He stroked my cheek with his thumb. "(Y/N), I'm not going to forget you." Kissing my forehead, Richie pulled away to start the drive to the airport.

"What if I forget you?" I whispered. Richie chuckled and shot me a look.

"Really (Y/N)?" He laughed. "I think one morning you're going to wake up and think what the hell is comedian Richie Tozier doing in MY bed." I laughed as I looked over at him and shook my head.

"Beep beep Richie." He smiled at me as we left the town, and our memories, behind.

#Richie Tozier #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier fanfiction #richie tozier fanfic #harry anderson #harry anderson x reader #harry anderson fanfic #harry anderson fanfiction #harry anderson imagine #IT #IT 1990

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razputin-vodello-au-archive · 6 months

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Okay, interns, since the Halloween season is approaching, I wanted to ask who is the better Pennywise in your opinion?

Tim Curry:

Bill Skarsgard:

[Raz] I haven't watched the movies - I tried once , but Norma and Lizzie caught me. I think that the first one looks like a regular clown, but the second one ...disturbs me greatly.

[Lizzie] Tim Curry is a classic, but Bill Skarsgår's performance brought it to a whole different level of terror.

[Adam] I prefer Tim Curry's version. I admit, the remake duology is the scariest of the bunch; but like Lizzie said, you can't beat a classic.

[Frazie] Never seen either of these - on the road a lot, plus a few younger siblings makes horror movies a bit of a rare occurrence with us. Norma, be honest with me: how scary are these movies?

[Norma] The 1990 version really set the standard, but the advancement of cinematic technology definitely makes the remakes a lot worse. In either case, Nightmares are a guarantee.

[Frazie] I'll take the second one, then, because he actually looks scary. First one's costume looks too cheap.

[Lizzie] Hey, don't disrespect the maestro!

[Frazie] I'm a circus gal, I'm allowed to voice my opinion on circus related topics - including clown costumes.

[Sam] She's got you there, Liz. I like both, but the first one's is more for a ...relaxed scary night, if that's a thing.

[Gisu] My opinion is a bit the same as those said before. I even agree a bit about the cheapness look of Tim Curry's Pennywise.

[Lizzie] Okay, I feel like I'm going need to educate you all in appreciating cinema history. We're having a Movie Night and we're watching all three of these - 1990, 2017 and 2019!

[Morris] Might as well, I haven't seen the remakes yet.

[Raz] Ooh, can me and Lili watch, please? I'm old enough now!

[Sam] I think they can handle it.

[Adam] Yeah, these kids are though.

[Frazie] (Bumps Norma's shoulder) Whaddaya think, Topina?

[Norma] (Pauses as she thinks) (Deep sigh) Okay, fine, but only the 1990 version. The remakes are way too ...much.

[Lizzie] And after that movie, you got directly to bed and no complaining. You agree with that, Poots?

[Raz] Deal! I'm gonna tell Lili! (Runs off)

[Morris] (Leans towards Adam) (Whispers) I just love seeing those two get in Big Sister Mode.

[Adam] (Chuckles)

[Gisu] Anyway, I'm gonna call Dion and see if he can come to see the movies with us. When he gets scared, he tends to get cuddly and I wanna take all advantage of that.

[Frazie] Ooh, sounds like a good idea, actually. (Drapes herself over Norma, making her blush.)

[Lizzie] You're an example to us all, Nerumen. Speaking of which, I'll go see Millie and see if she's down to clown with us - pun intended.

[Sam] I'm coming with. I was gonna head over to the store and get snacks anyway.

[Norma] Which leaves the rest of us to try and manage to get this pigsty cleaned up. Honestly, have you guys never heard of picking up after yourselves?

[Adam] (Leans over to Morris) (Whispers) And that's one side of Big Sister Mode that I don't love.

[Norma] I heard that!

[Morris] (Laughs)

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #razputin vodello au #razputin vodello #lizzie natividad #norma natividad #gisu nerumen #sam boole #adam joseph gette #morris martinez #Frazie aquato

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charliedawn · 1 year

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Hello! I just wanted to pop in and say that I just found your blog, and I absolutely love your Slasher AU! If you’re taking requests, I was wondering how Thomas Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre would be in St. Louis and how the others would react to him? If you’re not taking requests, then please ignore it!

From best to worse. Enjoy. 😁💜

Thomas was found in an old barn outside of the state of Texas.

He usually never left his territory, but for some reason had decided to go manhunting a little further North.

Liam and Wolfe who are both in charge of capturing and retrieving slashers and other creatures for the hospital, decided to go after him.

When he arrived, he was terrified and was confiscated all his personal belongings—including his chainsaw.

He refused to eat and talk to anyone. So, you decided it was best to send a slasher instead, to make him understand that nobody would be hurting him and gain his trust.

When you sent Jason, they stared at each other for a few minutes before Jason wordlessly sat down at a reasonable distance from him.

He wanted to show Thomas he had no intention of making Thomas uncomfortable by stepping into his personal bubble.

He then got out his favorite boardgame and started playing by himself.

Thomas—who had remained unmoving so far—finally crawled to the boardgame to observe Jason's actions more closely.

Finally, Jason offered him the dice and they started playing.

They didn't say a word. But, you knew now that you could count on Jason if you needed help with Thomas.

When Brahms was sent, he did have trouble finding how to approach the slasher.

Brahms is naturally friendly, so he did try the most straightforward approach by waving at Thomas.

When he realized it wasn't working, he decided to show him his mask.

They did have something in common after all and Thomas did observe it closely. It was a fine mask and even though he preferred human skin, he had to admit the porcelain mask in itself was fine craftsmanship.

They bounded over it and then Brahms tried to communicate through words, but as both slashers have trouble speaking, their conversation remained simple and brief.

Brahms was still cautious around Thomas. Stranger danger after all.

But, he would quickly try to befriend him after finding out how Thomas was as wary as him.

Two good boys meeting. That's it.

Brahms *brings cake* : "Thomas...Want some ?"

Thomas *nods*

Michael was born in Texas. He knows what it's like there and would hit it off pretty quickly with Thomas.

He would bring BBQ and beer for their first meeting, even though he knows Thomas is a cannibal and would try to find some kind of middle ground.

Michael *writes down* : Hey. So hum...Do you like sport ? Art ? Books ?

Thomas *shakes his head* : "Thomas...Not read."

Thomas went to school, but he never could learn at the same speed or as well as the rest of his comrades, so he was quickly kicked out.

But, it wouldn't discourage Michael who would come back with his favorite audio books and they would listen to them together.

They would eventually learn to appreciate each other's company and it would allow you to do your job more efficiently.

Thomas *stares at Norman* : "I saw you...on TV."

Norman *chuckles* : "I guess you would have. I am the owner of the hotel down the street."

Thomas *shakes his head* : "No. Murder. Crazy..Like Thomas."

Norman's smile faltered for a second at the mention of his past life and he then shook his head.

Norman : "Not anymore, my good fellow. I am long retired."

Thomas *narrows his eyes suspiciously at him* : "...Liar."

Thomas could read through Norman's expressions and maybe this is why Norman didn't stay.

He found the slasher disturbing in the way he seemed so brutish, but seemed to be reading him like an open book.

It was the first and last time the two of them met.

Pennywise would be okay. But, he would never be Thomas' favorite.

Pennywise would tolerate him, as he is mute and wouldn't be much of a bother.

But, I don't think they would be good friends.

Pennywise is a trickster and rude most of the time. He would try to be as nice as possible the first time, but it would be like trying to ask a bird not to sing.

Pennywise *offers him a cigarette* : "Hum...Want one ?"

Thomas *shakes his head negatively*

Pennywise *shrugs* : "Suit yourself."

Pennywise would be able to control his urges to use his powers to dig into Thomas' head for clues on how to make him open up.

Firstly, he wouldn't care enough to, and secondly he would try to respect his privacy.

Penny : "Aww...Tommy."

Penny is the opposite of Pennywise.

He wouldn't care about privacy. He would dig into that skull for every dirty secret and use it against him.

He would lure him with sweets and niceties, only to try to take a bite.

He would call him by his childhood nickname and tease him ceaselessly.

The two of them being cannibals, Penny would find it fun to hunt the hunter and make him feel pain. He would find the thrill exhilarating.

Penny : "What's wrong, Tommy ? You miss your momma ? ~Oh, wait...That's right. She died." *insane giggle*

Thomas would either try to kill him or would go mad.

No need to say, their first meeting wouldn't go well..This is why Penny should probably be last.

Freddy : "Come here, little piggy..Let's have some fun."

Freddy wouldn't interest Thomas the slightest.

First off, he wouldn't be his kind of person and then, did you see his face ?

Thomas wouldn't want to steal it. It has no value.

Freddy would become a Leatherface repellent. And that would amuse him to no end.

He would chase Thomas around with his burnt and decaying face, only to enjoy the way Thomas would either run away or try to kill him.

Freddy *cackles* : "Aww..Don't you wanna play with me ? Come on. COME ON, LITTLE PIGGY !"

He would then take pleasure out of infesting Thomas' dreams at night and exchange their faces.

Thomas would go mad with rage and would wake up to cause a literal massacre.

Yeah. For safety reasons. Do not make those two meet. Ever..

Jack *bursts out laughing* : "He's a f*cking idiot."

Jack is...Jack.

He's blunt. He's rude. And he has absolutely no patience.

Thomas wouldn't be able to stand him and would eventually try to steal his face.

Thomas *grunts loudly in annoyance before pinning Jack to the wall*

Jack *laughs* : "Not so close, dummy..I can smell your foul breath from here. Have you ever heard of toothpaste and chewing-gum ?"

Sarcasm would be like adding oil to a fire and Jack would be a whole damn truck filled with it.

It would annoy Thomas to no end, and probably be the reason why he wouldn't want his face.

Thomas *throws him across the room*

Jack : "WORTH IT !"

These were his last words.

Happy second death, Jack.

You will be missed.

Five would be shocked and quite frightened at first.

Let's be honest, Thomas can be quite scary and obsessive when he finds a face he wants.

Five has the face of a handsome young boy with little to no flaws.

Thomas would immediately notice and if the two of them met, it would awake something in Thomas..A primal urge to get that face as his own.

So, no.

In no circumstances, and absolutely none, should they meet first.

They should never even be left in a room together. It would end in a bloodbath.

Thomas *stares at him*

Five *hides behind you* : "I don't like him.."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #slashers #michael myers #freddy krueger #norman bates #brahms heelshire #jason voorhees #jack torrance #five hargreeves #nurse reader #thomas hewitt

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dollfxcx · 10 months

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Hello!!

Pennywise x reader smut where he's trying to get past his heat?

But with the slight difference he has the clussy/female genitalia ( I just don't see to much content of him this way but I would love sm to see that bossy bottom clown! ) IF you're comfortable with that!!

I'm sorry it took so long but I had a bit of a writer's block. I had another request for penny in heat and wrote it but that one had, like, male genitalia and shit so I believe I overdid the heat topic back when I wrote that one.

I tried my best tho so I hope I won't disappoint 😔🙌🏻

TW: nsfw, otherwise none

Word count: (1.5k+)

You carefully observe yet another shiny rock that Pennywise has brought you. It is round and smooth, very similar to the other twenty that you have carefully placed inside a satin bag, which is now resting on your bedside table.

Another fine addition to your collection. It's been a week now that Pennywise has limited himself to doing three things, giving you rocks that are vaguely different from normal driveway pebbles (as already mentioned), dedicating himself to perfecting his nest and whining, which he is still doing as he curls up like a huge cat on his new round shaped bed. About a week ago he raided clothes that you no longer wear and out of them he built a nest, not particularly large but spacious enough to accommodate his enormous size which, as you can see, has grown in the last few minutes . Even if he's…well, whatever he is, the signs of what he's going through are as clear and recognizable as dawn. You get out of bed, your hands are shaking slightly, and you approach his nest, which is located in a corner of your room, squeezed between two walls, as if he wanted maximum protection, and in front of the mirror. Pennywise stares at you sideways, shifting slightly with a stifled moan to make room for you. He tries everything not to make eye contact with you, but he's forced to when you grab his legs and spread them, placing yourself between them.

"What's the problem?" you asked, running your fingertips up and down his inner thighs. If he wasn't in this situation you would never have dreamed of doing this, but you know very well that, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, your touch is all he needs right now. Pennywise growls softly, you hear it coming from deep in his chest like a rumble of thunder, but even if he bares his teeth in a (feigned) threatening way, you hardly flinch.

"Don't play dumb, you're smart, for a human." he mutters, his thighs shaking slightly under your touch. You smile at him and lean on your arms to reach his eye level. His golden irises melt to a deep blue with the blink of an eye, his lips part slightly, allowing you to see his buck teeth peek through them. His gaze is attentive, but not disinterested at all, it's as if he were asking you, praying you, to help him. Obviously he's too proud to do that, at least for now. You cup his cheeks, skin soft and warm from the heat that's making him feel so sick, desperate for release. He looks at you adoringly and if he wasn't the one who needed help, you'd beg him to fuck you right then and there. But this is not the right time. In one fluid motion, your hands slide to the back of his neck, working his clown costume collar to take it off as fast as possible. When you finally throw it across the room, you notice with pleasant surprise how flushed the skin of his neck is, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he swallows expectantly. You chuckle as you slide your hand down his chest, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his suit, Pennywise throws his head back with a strangled whine.

"Stop that." he orders ruefully, his eyes half closed, and you immediately cease every movement. His head snaps up and he glares at you, you can't help but laugh at his needy reaction.

"What? You told me to stop and I did, Penny." you go back to work on his costume, finally pulling off the top part.

"Stop... teasing me." he clarifies, dragging the letter S, which vibrates on his tongue like the hiss of a snake.

"What if I don't?" you ask, pulling off, with a sharp tug, his shoes, which roll on the floor with a jingle of bells, Pennywise sighs heavily when your fingers start to lower the hem of his pants.

"I will c…hew your head off and f-feed on your flesssh." he almost stammers, involuntarily arching his back to make it easier for you to take off his pants. When the job is done, you can't help but sigh, his body is slender and pale, his crotch is plain, without any hint of genitals, just like what a Ken looks like.

"Mhh, though I'm sure that I'd be more useful to you alive than dead. Don't you think?" you whisper in his ear, pressing there a kiss as your lips slowly drift down his jaw and neck, occasionally sucking at the skin and leaving soft reddish spots on his milky white skin, as if a painter had dropped blobs of gouache on a brand new canvas. Pennywise squirms slightly at your constantly inflicted stirrings, his head hanging to one side like he's a broken puppet, completely at the mercy of your movements.

"Open up, pretty boy." you murmur as your knuckles tap lightly on the flesh of his crotch, action that makes him shiver further. Though you hear him growl at his now complete loss of command, he does as requested, he opens a thin slit more or less where his cock usually sits, beautifully flushed like the rest of his most sensitive parts, as you've noticed.

You lick your lips briskly as your forefinger draws a line from his navel down to his slit, applying light pressure on it to dilate it a few millimeters. Pennywise squirms lazily, probably fighting his instinct to bite your hand off, his teeth sharpening slightly.

"You're being so good, it will all be over soon." you assure him while your forefinger sinks further into his slit, from which a thick and transparent fluid is leaking. You lick it off your fingers without ever ceasing to look into his eyes, he arches his back letting out a groan.

"Sit down for me, will you?" you suggest, but you don't wait for him to do it, you pull him by the arm and position yourself behind him.

"Now spread your legs." you murmur into his ear, you see him take a quick look at the mirror that's right in front of the both of you, the same mirror that's showing him from a perspective he's never seen himself from before. Your fingers return to his slit, which has opened further, as if he's inviting you, praying you, to fill it as soon as possible.

"Look at you, all wet for me. You want me this much?" you ask, your fingers insert themselves into him with a speed that takes his breath away, his head rests on your shoulder, a whimper trapped in his throat makes you throb, your thighs clench. Your fingers pump into him quickly, your thumb tracing slow circles around his clit. His lips are open wide, his jaw looks dislocated, so you stick two fingers into his mouth for him to suck on, to make him feel a little better. It seems to work as you feel him lapping at your fingertips, a light purr coming from his throat.

"Keep looking at us, don't take your eyes off yourself." you hiss in his ear, his legs suddenly and abruptly spasm as you increase the speed of your thrusts.

"I need you as much as you need me. Say it. Tell me you need me." you almost implore him while you kiss his neck, you then slither back onto your knees, in front of his body flushed by need, depriving him of any contact. Pennywise lets out a frustrated wail, his hips trembling and buckling in search of your magnanimity.

“I n…eed you” he then stammers, desperately seeking his release.

"Good boy." you compliment him, jerking your head down and allowing your tongue to dig into his warm, wet opening. Pennywise gasps and moans for the first time, it's a loud sound he's been holding back until now. You hum against him, your lips closing around his clit and sucking hard, and he's so overstimulated that, out of the corner of your eye, you see his claws getting sharper with every passing second. Then he says something you never expected. He says your name, once, twice, three times, over and over again like it's a mantra he needs to hold on to in order to keep himself from going crazy.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n... please." he gasps, his hair tousled and his eyes narrowed, his claws dug into the soft fabric of his nest as he cums hard, with a guttural sound that sounds like a cry, trembling feverishly under your tongue which is cleaning away every trace of him. When you sit back down, he can hardly look at you.

"Come on, it's not that bad, being fucked once in a while, right?" you tease him, cupping his face and kissing the tip of his nose, he grabs your hand and sucks your fingers needily.

"Need to feed." he briefs you, brows arched in concentration, seeking to savor your arousal and the release of him together.

"Whatever you need, Penny. Whatever you need."

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randomly-a-fan · 9 months

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The Deal of the “After” Life-time Part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Dream Realm

MJ was doing some random sketching on a scrap of paper, since she doesn’t have anything else to do, since she didn’t want to just watch T.V. all day, (or was it night?) As she was almost through with the detail of her sketch, she heard a call. “Makayla! would you come over please?” Freddy yelled out. MJ was scared, her body hair was sticking on ends when she heard her real name. “NOW BITCH! Or do I have to fetch you myself?” Freddy called out. “I’ll be right out, just give me a moment!” MJ responded with panic, as she grabbed a bedsheet to cover her translucent body.

Freddy was sitting in his comfy chair, right next to the burning boiler. When he saw MJ coming out, he smiled. “Well... Makayla, nice that you decided to come out and visit.” Freddy greeted. “Yeah, first of all, I prefer to be called MJ; not my full name, and second, you called me out, then you threatened me to hurry up.” MJ corrected. Freddy almost snapped, but he kept his cool for her. “Right, my bad. Why don’t you seat yourself and we’ll have a talk?” Freddy offered as he pointed towards another chair across from him. “Want some tea? it’s fine.” Freddy added with another offer. “I don’t drink tea... I’ll just take water.” MJ requested. With a snap from Freddy’s claw, a pitcher of ice water and an empty glass appeared to replace the tea. MJ was so hot that she took the pitcher and gulp it all down. “My... Aren’t we heading to bladder city, why didn’t you say that you were thirsty?” Freddy asked with a cheeky smile.

MJ knew that Freddy was taunting her, she knew that he knew the reason for her ways; his questions were rhetorical. “The one thing I do want to know is why you’re wearing your bedsheet? you’re not naked under there, are you?” Freddy chuckled. MJ nearly threw up from his comment, and whatever he’s thinking in his head. “Why did you call me out? This better be good.” MJ said crossly. Freddy crossed his legs before he spoke. “I thought of a proposition for you; to make up your... Mistake.” MJ raised a brow before letting him proceed. “If you go back to the human world and find me some more souls for me to fill up my boiler, I’ll give you your freedom, or stay in the Dream Realm forever? Quite the temptation, don’t you think?” Freddy asked. MJ was going to say her answer until she started to feel lightheaded. “What’s the matter? you don’t look like yourself; maybe it’s the water that you’ve drank. It could be drugged.” Freddy chuckled.

MJ got up quickly to get away from Freddy, not wanting to pass out in the boiler room. “Hey! Where are you going, bitch? You didn’t even give me an answer!” Freddy followed MJ for the fun of it, as it were his way of taunting her. “You prefer that you sleep on it? Well then, Nighty-night!” Then Freddy gave MJ a push, which causes MJ to fall onto her stomach and passes out.

Freddy approaches MJ and tilted her face to look under her eyelid, to see if she was out-cold. After he have checked, he carried her back to her space and put her on the bed, not before he removed the sheet that hid her features. The Shadow Demon wondered why Freddy was doing this. “You’re probably wondering why I did that, huh?” Freddy sat on the foot of the bed to explain things to his shadow friend. “I have heard about the ritual that Pennywise Senior was going to perform, just to bring Makayla back. However, once she was free, she won’t be free.” The Shadow Man was confused by his term. “The water that she has drank, not only does it knock her out cold... She’ll be blank minded and not remember a thing. With Makayla in a confused state, I’ll have her to myself, only this time, within myself.”

Freddy then shows off his captured souls. After Freddy puts down his sweater, he removed his shoes. “Now, if you don’t mind, Shadow-Fuck, I want some time alone with my future soul-mate.” Freddy chuckled as he lay next to her and wrapped his arm around her in a spoon position. No he’s not dominating her; he just wants to nap. “It’s been so long since I wrapped my arm around something alive in my life.” Freddy said to himself.

Real World

Malon has summoned The Candyman again, only this time, her dad wasn’t there to supervise; he was busy helping Papawise burn the tough products for the ashes. Malon wasn’t afraid of The Candyman like she used to be back then, he had a thing for her mom, so, she can trust him to not hurt her. “My dad didn’t want me to summon you without him watching me, but I know I can trust you, so I can take the risk, for my mommy sake.” Malon explained. “Is it time for the ritual?” The Candyman asked. “Not for another few hours, so you can just relax and smell the flowers until it’s time.” Malon answered.

Out on the clearing, Jason was turning the freshness med container into ash, while Papawise makes the ritual circle in the dirt around the fire pit. “There, that should do it. How’s the ash, Bucko?” Papawise called out to Jason. Jason nodded and gestured him to come over. “Nice work, boy! That’s the last of the bestowment. Now, we wait until dark and that the moon shines bright!” Papawise said with confidence. Jason looked up at the sky, while hoping that MJ will come back safely. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “I know how much MJ means to you...” Papawise tries to think of something positive that doesn’t sound corny or inappropriate, so, he just gave him a smile and a nod, along with a pat in the back.

***

Malon decided to take one more nap to see her mom, and see if she’s doing alright; she has found out about the scratches on her mom’s back, when she heard one side from Pennywise, when he read Jason’s mind. Malon understands that her dad was only protecting her from seeing gore or anything tragic, but Malon is twelve, and she can get used to seeing disturbing things like gore. So, Malon doesn’t let her mom’s back scars get in the way from helping her.

Dream Realm

When Malon got into the dream realm, she saw her mom lying in bed. Malon was going to approach until she noticed that Freddy was in the bed next to her. Malon remembered that Freddy agrees to not intervene whenever her or Jason visit her mom. “Freddy, get out, shoo, shoo! Take your claws with YOU.” Malon snapped Freddy awake. “Malon! It can’t be your naptime, can it?” Freddy asked in confusion, but then made an evil grin. “I said MOVE IT.” Malon demanded. Freddy laughed as he got out of bed. “Okay, okay, I’ll let you have your bond with mommy.” Freddy chuckled as he left the room, knowing too well that MJ will not remember her own daughter.

When Malon woke her mom up, her mom was all woozy and blank. “Mom? Mom it’s me, Malon.” Malon said with a smile. MJ raised an eyebrow, “Malon? Who’s Malon?” MJ thought to herself, she’s unable to speak as well, so she’s unable to communicate. Malon saw a photo on her mom’s nightstand of her mom and herself with Jason. “Mom, look... That’s you, me, and that’s dad; Jason Voorhees is your husband.” Malon explained. MJ was shocked; “I have a family?” MJ asked herself in shock.

MJ tried to reach the photo, so she can have a closer look. Her arms are very shaky and her vision is blurry. “Mom, what’s the matter with you, did Freddy do something to you?!” Malon was in a state of panic, she didn’t know what to do. Then she felt her mom’s hand on her arm, as if she wanted to tell her that everything will be okay. It’s nice to get comfort from her mom, even though she couldn’t remember her own daughter or anybody she cares for, she started to cry. MJ hated to see Malon cry, so she carried her and hugged her tight.

Malon has been crying so much, that it got Aquarius’s attention. “Malon... Malon?” Aquarius said as she was rubbing her back.

Real World

Malon woke up with tears down her cheeks, she looked up when she saw Aquarius looking down at her with concern. “Star!” Malon tried to explain what was wrong, while Star sits on the bed and place Malon onto her lap to give her a motherly hug. “Shh, it’s okay, Malon, it’s okay... You tell me everything when you’re ready.” Star soothed. Malon calmed down a little and smiled into Star’s grasp; she can see how lucky Archie is to have a mom like Star, it’s almost like Aquarius is a mother to her when her real mom isn’t around.

***

While Jason and the ‘Wises’ have a chat, Aquarius came out while holding Malon’s hand. When Jason saw his little girl crying, he walks over to her and went down to her height. “Mommy... Ma...” Malon couldn’t get the words out properly. “That’s not mommy, that’s Jason.” Pennywise joked. Aquarius gave Pennywise the scary cat eyes, as if telling her husband to shut up. “Mom doesn’t remember who I am... She doesn’t even recall that she’s got a family... I think Freddy did something to her.” Malon finally said. “Malon must’ve taken a nap to see her mom, and I guess she was in shock when she saw Freddy lying next to her.” Aquarius assumed. “But I did shoo him away! So please don’t go hasty and ruin the ritual for all of us.” Malon begged her daddy.

Jason picked his daughter up and let her sniffle on his shoulder, if Jason was even afraid of tears, then he needed help, well, good thing he wasn’t. “If Malon visited MJ while she was woozy, it could be possible that she may have eaten or drank something; she may be drunk.” Papawise assumes, as he remembered Freddy’s ways of life. “He intoxicated his wife once, which is how he ended up with a daughter.” Papawise added. Malon gasped. “YOU MEAN HE--” “Whoa! Calm down Malon. Freddy wouldn’t do that; he doesn’t have the strength to be that dominant anymore.” Papawise said quickly, as he tries to calm Malon down.

dominant or not, Jason wanted to beat the hell out of Freddy for doing something this horrid to the woman he loves; MJ is never a drinker or a smoker, that’s what he loved about her. “If we do get MJ out, is there anything we can do?” Aquarius asked. “I’m afraid I don’t know, all I know is that there is a loophole, I just don’t remember what it was. We’ll just have to hope that we can save her before...” Papawise paused, as he was too afraid to finish his last sentence.

It got quiet for a while until Papawise spoke up again. “It’s going to get dark soon, so, I’ll go and get the robes for us to wear.” Papawise said to everyone. “But will the moon be out soon too? it usually takes a while for the moon to shine so brightly.” Malon realizes. Papawise turned with a big grin on his face. “I was the face of the moon once; I’ll make sure the moon comes out when it was in need.” Papawise chuckled before he rubbed Malon’s head.

To Be Continued

#Friday the 13th #A Nightmare on Elm Street #IT #IT Chapter 2 #Jason Voorhees #Freddy Krueger #Pennywise #Pennywise the Dancing Clown #IT 1990 #Papawise #Fandom #Fanfiction #MJ #Malon #Aquarius #Aquarius the Singing Clown

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slasherstories123 · 2 years

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Glasses

Parring: Pennywise x GN! reader

Word count: 649

Summary: You've been looking for your glasses but this whole time Penny had them👀

Tags list: @callmemeelah @thatoneweirdgirlspage @slash3rl0v3r @beanbagbitch @smenny @alexxavicry

It's been at least fifteen minutes and you couldn't find your glasses. You placed them on the night stand before you went to sleep last night, where'd they go now? You need them to see! You hit the bed in frustration after looking under it for nearly the thirteenth time. "Ugh! Where are they?!" You groaned into the bedsheet.

You were now getting mad, you can't begin your tasks without them, you tried to think where they could be, you looked in the drawer in the nightstand. Weren't there either. You slammed the drawer back in place. Plopping down back on your bed. You hated it when you couldn't find them, you hated it even more when you can't remember where you put them. You could've sworn you put them on the nightstand

You then realized something. There's a clown in your house... a 7 foot tall.. alien clown, he came by last night since you begged him to watch a movie with you. "Oh yeah Pennywise did come by last night." You nearly forgot he was here due to the empty bed, and the fact that he's silent. Where could that clown be? Did he go back home? If he did Pennywise would've left you a note... a sloppy.. bloody note that'll lead you having to change the bedsheet... and getting the blood off.

At least he didn't make any messes on the bed as you two slept... or he didn't sleep at all. Either way he's got to be in your house somewhere. "Penny!" You yelled through the house hoping he'd hear you. No response. You screamed his name again, now at the top of the stairs. There's no response once again. Maybe he did leave. "Welp, might as well do my tasks without them." Those were the only pair you had, you didn't have contacts since they hurt every time you put them on. As you were about to put your clothes on you heard...giggling. Lots of giggling, but they were muffled. Following the sounds, you realized that it was coming from the bathroom. "Penny?"

You knocked on the door, the giggling then stopped. Yeah... it's him. What's he doing in there? Usually, he's watch you sleep until the morning time, or would just follow you everywhere after you wake up. You said his name more louder. He heard you this time. "Hello Y/N!" He exclaimed. Even though he was trying to be calm you could hear in the tone in his voice that he was hiding something. "What are you doing in there?" You were met with silence.

You heard him shuffling something up in there, then hearing something snap. The snap sounded familiar almost like it was... "Penny do you have my glasses?" "Umm.. no." Twisting the doorknob, the door wasn't locked, opening the door, you snickered at the sight.

Pennywise had your black glasses hanging upside down. Ready to fall off at any wrong movement. His baby blue eyes were staring back at you with a confused look on his face. "I don't understand this object Y/N." You smiled at him before taking back your glasses and putting them on your face, “Because Penny,” you said, booping his red nose. “They’re my glasses, I need them to see.” His mouth made a shape of an “o”. He gets it now. “I’ve been looking for these, why’d you take them?”

He looked at the mirror than at you, “I wanted to see how they’d look on my face.” How cute, but he needs to know that the glasses are not a toy. “That’s fine but these aren’t a toy. I need these.” His happy manor was back, he can change his personality rather quickly. “Okay Y/N!” You smiled again before letting out a chuckle, taking your hand out so you can lead him out the bathroom, which he happily obliged.

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All slashers with a S/O who counts on their fingers:

For @iloveslasher ;) since asked! idk when I’ll open my requests (inbox)

Warnings: teasing, some cuteness, lots of confusion, referring to Pennywise as “they”, ooc Doom Head

I’ll probably forget some since I’ve got lots on my list :,)

It’s the longest thing I’ve ever written!

I’m SO, SO sorry it took me so long D:

Sorry if I made some mistakes or missed some things!

Michael Myers

He probably doesn’t even see it at first, not until he sees you at the table with a sheet full of your month expenses and your fingers moving up and down while you look down at the scribbled numbers.

If he cares, he sure doesn’t show it. He’ll just look at you from the doorway and maybe tilt his head before walking away. If you do that again though, he’ll stare at you and wait until you notice him before he walks over and finally understands that you’re just counting, which makes him almost facepalm.

I don’t think he ever did it, and he never will.

Jason Voorheese

The first time he’ll see you counting will probably make him smile as you’re looking at the ceiling, your lips moving a little as you put your fingers up then back down.

He did that when he was a kid and still does it sometimes, but only rarely though! So he understands how it can help you and will only smile whenever he sees you doing that. He finds it so cute coming from you! He’s happy he isn’t the only one who did and does that.

He’ll be less self conscious to do that because you do it.

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

He’ll laugh when he sees you focused on something and moving your fingers, a shit-eating grin on his face. “What tf are you doing?”

If he startles you he’ll laugh even more as you try to explain it helps you counting. He’ll then tease you about it, seeming like a big meany, when he‘s just really curious ,even if he would never dare admit it.

When you see him at the kitchen table trying to count while moving his fingers, don’t tell him you saw. He’s got too much pride to be caught doing something so “stupid” like he told you when he saw you at first.

Tiffany Valentine

You’ll probably laugh at how big her smile will become when she sees you. She’ll probably squeal like a fangirl too.

What can she say? It’s so cute! So whenever she sees you, she’ll hug you from behind and if she sees that you lost your count, she’ll feel guilty and help you count back, trying the trick with her fingers.

If we’re talking about your concentrated face as you do that, oh boyy.. She will stare at you with a smile on her face, but will look away when you’re about to catch her. She’ll try it behind your back one time, but won’t really do it after.

Brahms Heelshire

He’s really happy when he sees you doing it. You count on your fingers?! He does that too!

He’ll help you if you need some help and will compliment you and tell you about how you’re twinsies for doing that.

Everything you do is cute (y/n)... So be prepared for him to be amazed by your cuteness, even if like I said multiples times earlier, he does that too.

He’s pretty childish though, so he might tease you when he’s feeling like it. Don’t hesitate to tell him if he offends you or if he’s being a brat, he’ll immediately stop.

If you’re too concentrated, he WILL try to make you pay more attention to him.

Freddy Krueger

Wanna talk about teasing? He’s going to tease the HELL out of you when he sees you. He’ll act confused, even a little disgusted as he call out your childish behaviour, but it’s all obviously a big joke to him.

If you’re offended, he’ll just laugh in your face and roll his eyes, smirking if you frown or become mad at him.

He’ll be so smug as he looks at you deep in thoughts, your fingers moving as you try to keep count of whatever you’re counting, before he scares the bejesus outta you.

He’ll probably try it once and like it, which will result in him doing it without you noticing.

Thomas Hewitt

If he comes up and sees you sitting at the table, your fingers moving up and down as you’re trying to count whatever you’re counting, he’ll be curious.

He knows you’re counting, he just didn’t thought you would do it like that! When he was younger, he used to do that to help himself too.

He’ll probably sit and watch you for some time, a small smile on his face. If he distracts you, he’ll feel so sorry! He’ll fidget and probably get up to get back down, but if you stop him he’ll stay reluctantly.

Bubba Sawyer

What?? What are you doing??

He’s clueless at first and only watches, his eyes following the movement of your fingers before they stray to your concentrated face as he tries to be quiet.

Lots of happy noises and cute babbles when you tell him it’s to help you count. He never really had to count, but he did it sometimes too! He definitely will always do that now<3

If his brothers make fun of it, he won’t hesitate to let them know his mind with the threat of a hammer.

Nubbins Sawyer (since I count him as a slasher)

When he sees you, he’ll tilt his head and come closer, sitting beside you and trying to keep silent to not make you loose your counting.

He can take the guess that you’re counting, he probably knows it, but he finds it cute that you do it with your fingers.

He’ll probably goofs about it, doing the same as you do whenever he needs to count, even if it’s to count to three.

Prepare yourself for some camera flashes! He will shamelessly try to capture you in pictures and put them on his wall, and he’ll talk about it like it’s normal if you ask him hehe

Chop Top Sawyer

He’s like his twin, but even more goofier.

But he’s a nuisance too.

When he sees you counting, he won’t even think about it and make you loose your count, then he will apologies and try to hug you even if you don’t want to. He feels bad!

Definitely trying, though. More to make you laugh and joke than to really count <3

ChromeSkull/Jesse Cromeans

It couldn’t be funnier to see his massive frame stop in the doorway, his eyes fixated on your smaller form as you’re trying to count something. He’ll only stare at you, like Michael, but will probably go see what you’re doing.

Whenever you do that, he’s going to tease you to hell and back, but it’s only because he finds you really cute!

His smoll S/O is counting on their fingers! Aww!

It’s only playfully though, he doesn’t (kinda does) wants to be mean or anything.

He doesn’t do that, but doesn’t have anything against it so he’ll try.

The Collector/Asa Emory

Oh... Okay?

He’s probably the one that acts the most normal about it at first. Like, you do you.

He sure will find it childish and a little bit funny, but he won’t say anything about it.

After that, there’s two ways it can go, one: he can go in with his day and just forget about it or two: he can just stare and silently wonder how cute it is you’re doing that.

He doesn’t do it, but he might try ONE time, feeling like it’s kind of ridiculous.

Pin Head

He won’t see you and won’t say anything about it— Or maybe he will, you never know what this guy will say or sees.

He’ll probably lift one of his non existent brows and will go away, leaving you to count. If you see him, he’ll maybe say something or like I said just go away without a word.

He doesn’t have time for this, so he probably won’t try.

Doom Head

As soon as his eyes land on you, a grin will escape him.

He’ll definitely distract you, chuckling if you become mad. But he’ll tickle you to make you forget about it! Even if you’re not ticklish.

He might cuddle for some time with you if you’re mad enough, reluctantly as he would seem grumpy.

He won’t try, but he’s got nothing against watching you.

Carry White(NEW!)

She’ll be the normal one probably, smiling if she sees you at first.

She’ll let you do it, and might even try it if you feel insecure about that^^

Scratch that, she WILL do it.

She’s SO nice about it too🥺!

CandyMan

A deep chuckle will escape him when he sees you sitting, your fingers moving as you look deep in thoughts. He might even try to capture this moment with a little sketch!

He’ll look at you lovingly as you pout your lips as they move, your brows furrowing as you finish counting.

If you’re not finished and you see him, he’ll only shake his head and murmur a “don’t mind me” with one of his charming smiles.

He’ll try counting on his fingers if it makes you happy!

The Creeper

What...??

Super confused at first, until he hears you mumbling some numbers.

After that, he finds it really cute like most of the slashers <3 he’ll definitely tease you about it with some purrs in between, just to make you loose what you were counting and pay attention to him. He might feel a little left out if you take too long.

You want some help? He’ll just pop up randomly and start counting with you, a little smirk as he counts on his fingers too.

Jig Saw/John Kramer

He’ll chuckle at first, seeing you so concentrated with your back to him.

He’ll watch you for some time, but he’ll sit beside you and probably will help you if you need some help.

He’s got nothing against trying, if it makes you happy<3

Amanda Young

She’ll just smile when sees you, walking back towards what she’s doing if she’s doing anything. If not, she’ll just watch you and wait for you to finish.

She’ll make some comments here and then, but she isn’t mean about it.

Probably tries!

Mark Hoffman

Okay, first thing... why can’t you use the calculator before you?

Well, he’ll smile tho when he sees you so concentrated bit won’t bother you. He’ll make some small comments that you probably won’t put together, but he won’t say much about it.

He won’t try, maybe just one tiny time.

Poly!Ghostface/Billy&Stu

Billy will be more chill about it, but Stu will try not to giggle to loud as he stops him in the doorway, his hands on his face.

It’s cute! It reminds him too much of a kid<3 you’re precious

The two of them will laugh/chuckle when they see you’ve caught them, but they won’t look away and Stu will even ask if you need some help!

They will both try, but Billy prefers sticking to paper.

Norman Bates

He’ll be kind of confused for 1 second, just to realize when he hears your small mutters.

“O-Oh! You’re counting? Let me help you!-“

Even if you tell him you don’t need help, he’ll insist and you two will probably be counting on your fingers, even if he prefers paper. His mother might say it’s too childish, but he won’t even care.

He’ll try it, but only when he’s with you.

Otis Driftwood

He’ll be hella confused, maybe chuckle a bit.

“You back in kindergarten or something?”

If you’re downstairs and Baby is near, she’ll smack the back of his head and send him a little glare.

Immediately feels bad if he sees you slouching! He’ll give you a head pat or a hug, trying to not seem too lovey-dovey.

When you’re alone together, he’ll probably tell you he didn’t mean it in a bad way.

He won’t really try it, except if you really want him to,

Captain Spaulding

Of course he’ll probably laugh at first when he sees you.

“What the hell are you doing?”

If he scares you, he’ll feel a little bad and ask the same thing, a small smile on his face.

When you tell him, he’ll laugh like it a joke, but stops once he sees you aren’t laughing.

Why... Why are you counting like that?? How can that help you??

He’s confused, but he’ll still smile and joke a lot about it if he sees he made you sad or feel insecure.

He’ll definitely try!

Vincent Sinclair

He acts pretty normal about it, if as-soon as-he-sees-you-he-tries-to-capture-the-moment counts as normal. But if somewhere throughout your relationship you’ve made comments about him not taking moments out of sketches, he’ll just stare in awe.

He sure does find it kind of funny tho!

He’ll look at you and smile softly behind his mask, blushing madly and turning away if he sees you’ve caught him.

He’s the first to try it, but he’ll do shyly<3

Bo Sinclair

When he sees you, he’ll do some jokes about it and tease you, because we all know that he’s the Queen of teasing (😂)

But seriously tho, it’s just because he finds you really cute. Like, who does that anymore?? He did that when he was a kid!

He’ll tell you it’s childish and all, but you might catch him trying to count on his fingers at the end of the day

Jack Torrance

That’s cute! He’ll definitely smirk each time he sees you doing that.

He’ll act goofy about it... But it’s just to hide the fact that Danny did that.

If you ever tell him that because you see through him, he’ll probably just frown or have a full breakdown while hugging you tight. Just don’t talk about that when he’s finished...

He might try, but probably only to be funny.

Art The Clown

He obviously won’t say anything about it and watch you, mimicking you for fun and grinning as soon as you see him.

If he’s in the mood, he might sit beside you and count on his fingers too, for what? We’ll never know.

He acts like it’s one of the cutest things, you might even see him framing his face with his hands, or maybe you won’t if he wants to be sneaky.

Is it a question? He’ll definitely do that now!

Pennywise(1990/2017)

What are you doing, human?

IT will be the only one who doesn’t understand one bit, having no idea what tf you would do that for.

They will just tilt their head, maybe try it^^

But they’re definitely the one who made fun of you for it, kinda playfully

Leslie Vernon

He’ll stop what he’s doing just to watch you, a smile on his face. But when you’ll look towards him, you’ll see him looking at his things like nothing happened 👀

He’s so sneaky about it you won’t even notice each time he’s looking at you.

It might slip sometime later tho, he’ll tell you with a big goofy smile before acting shocked and smirking at your face.

He’ll try!

Leprechaun/Lubdan

This guy will smirk about it, probably will scare you with a little magic too.

If you loose your count, he’ll have it counted in one second, so please try not kill him 😂

He honestly finds it really cute, not that he would say it (except if you’re cuddling he might hehe)

He’s got nothing against trying it, but he’ll probably be really confused.

The Moaner/Billy Lenz

He does it mostly all the time, but he’ll still tilt his head when he sees you sitting peacefully, a piece of papier and a pencil before you as you’re concentrated on counting.

If he’s feeling it today, he might just sit and stare at you, or he’ll mumble some filthy words under his breath as he bounces his leg, random impatience going through him.

If you see him and try to tell him he’s distracting you, then he’ll be even more of a nuisance

Or he’ll simply just walk away with a blank face, so please consider your options carefully, because that’s not a good sign.

You should probably pay attention to him if you don’t want something in the house broken tho, what do you need counting for anyway?

The Man(Hush)

He finds it funny at first, but he’ll still watch you silently, he might even scare you, like he’ll just sneak and jump before you to make you loose your count

He’ll have a good laugh, but after that he’ll apologies and give you kisses before he sits down and continue to watch you. He won’t do anything after that until you’re finished.

He’ll try! He’ll say he feels silly, but he just finds it cute hehe

Mayor Buckman

Aww! Cute^

As soon as he sees you, he’ll stop what he’s doing and a smile will appear on his face as he watches you so focused in what you’re doing. When he’ll ask you why, his smile becomes bigger and a chuckle might escape him.

He’ll let you do it, might even try it^^ but he’ll insist that you ask him for help whenever you want to count, because he doesn’t want you to take too long.

Herbert West(Dk if he��s a slasher but hehe)

He probably never saw it since he’s so into his work, but he’ll frown when he sees you.

What are you doing? It’s so childish!

Personally, he’s got nothing against counting on your fingers, but he’ll still wonder why?? Why can’t you just use your head??

He’ll be confused even if you say it helps you.

He won’t try.

Patrick Bateman

He might just stare at you blankly or make a “supposed to be funny” comment about it, even though he finds it kinda.. cute

He’s got other things to do, but if you ask him, because he won’t do it if you don’t, he might try counting on his fingers, or maybe he’ll just say an excuse because he don’t want to.

But other than that, yes he might try, just might.

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