Pennywise X Popular Cool Girl Reader Part 2

Its been a week since that creepy incident. You would wonder at times if it was even real, or if it would still be down there in that sewer. For some reason you will be often caught day dreaming or more like Wondering in your thoughts. The way IT, looked at you. The way IT smiled at you. Those carefully used words he used. The way IT said your name, without a hestitation. Its pure image wouldent leave your mind. And it terrified you. But because you are the "Supposed" girl with no fear. You decided to leave this like that, and shrug everything single thing of you. And just simply forget that it even has happened in the first place.

Tuesday Morning, already. You was at a bench at the college waiting for friends to come. Just breathing in and out slowly, while looking and taking the views you were recieveing from the bench you was at. But for some odd reason, you felt that horrid gut sensation that you hate feeling. That odd sensation of being watched. Oh no, not like any pair of eyes that would look at a person for at least 5 mins. Nope. It was that feeling of being drained by their stare. A stare that seems to last an enternity without a end.

But that gut feeling quckly got cut off when you saw your friends reaching out to you. As always a smile played at your friends just like your smile was. " Hahahaha did you see the way miss opts yelled at us, hahaha she really thought that her threats would make us shake." Your friend Melissa, said. She couldent stop laughing, which completelty made her ignore the fact that the head of year was standing right in front of her, just staring at her with dissappointment. You along with the others quickly made to a corner out of the head of years sight, and giggled at how awkward it would be for melissa.

As soon as she looked back, she gulped and coughed as to excuse her silliness from earlier, and looked at us back and back to the head of year. "Uhh, hiii heads, hows it going?" She looks at the head of year awkwardly. " Dont hi me, as if you havent said nothing that was directed to miss Opts. And if you really think you and your other troublemaker friends can get away with what you done in class, your absolutely wrong. And for the record, you and your friends",...... she says while looking back at us while i quickly look away while holding my laugh in,..............." Will be suspended for 2 days, for the very reason you lot know." And with that she takes off.

" Nah bruv, what the heck we got suspended again, you guys know our record is going to be fucked, i mean if it isnt already" I say laughing at the end, like honestly can life get any worse? i put my hand on Melissa shoulder and say" Really? Heads???" I smile, "Shut it..haha" we walk to the entrance of the school and laugh while remembering, the things we done in class.

We all four, was just enjoying our moment when of course we came across with the Bowers gang. They the were standing a few cm away. We just stared at each other, It felt like were in a eye contest competittion. But for once they left without saying a word. Which was reliefing.

Walking down the streets, plugged with the brand new headphones on while listening to good music, alone. Me and my friends parted our ways and said our fairwells after the 2 days that will pass by very quick.

Looking down at my feets, while not caring what could be ahead of me. Today and the other days ive been taking a different route to get to my house. It is longer but worth for not going thru a uncomfortable situation again. Once again that odd gut feeling has comed to live, and it was irritating me, but now its somehow different, not to the one that I felt earlier or any of the past days. But more of a danger alert, humanly danger alert. It was weird i must say that i tried to shrug it off and think its nothing, until i felt a tap on my shoulder. I quickly unplugged my headphones and looked behind. Oh shit.

Lets say, my day is going to be completely fucked. I looked at them with anger and digust. And no, this time it aint the bowers, but with some other gang that me and my squad have been messing about. You knows fights and all yepp. The silence was quickly disturbed with that disgusting raspy voice of their leader.

"Oi we got buisness to finish, and you know what." ............" I have no fucking idea what buisness you mean, no may you the fuck leave before this shit gets real messed" with such anger that i had in my tone as the same with such anger my eyes were flaming with. " You little shit, you dont fucking talk to me like that" he came launching at me with a knife, i quickly dodged his attack, and twisted his arm as he lets go of the knife and i kicke it away , while i head buttt him in the head, he drops on the ground harshly. The other went with a punch but i caught it with a swift motion and with my knee i kicked at his balls.

While i was busy being finished with those jerks , i grabbed my phone that droped and shoved it in my pocket... BOOM.... i felt such pain at the back of my head , as i stumbled with pain and shock running at the same time ast the very moment. Wide eyes, as i slowly turned around seeing one of those fuckers with a bat. I blink a few times, to try and recover my reality and react into action, but no matter how hard i tried, i couldent. I was feeling wavey, as in like i was losing my balance, my conscious and light headed. That is when i completelty lost myself and dropped on the ground with a loud thud. Closing my eyes, while breathing as i heard loud heavy footsetps going to my way. Trying hard to lift my heavy lids as my blurry vision was be presented, but i manage to catch shoes, but not any shoes, they looked huge in my opinion, Jokey, Childish. But whos?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... loud screams from a desperate young men, and pleads from others. Eyes closed, and trying to figuer out what coukd be happeneing around me? Growls, Loud Growls. But Also Giggles. Giggles with such a sick, insanity being invovled in. Rips, Something very disturbing was being ripped, but what is it? The aftermath...ughhhh that smell, that smell seemed so metalic...blood?

.........Silence was all i could hear right now at this very secound. All the pleads, Cries, agony was all gone in a split secound. I finally managed to slowly lift my heavy lids and look. Its not like with such a blurry image i can make something out but what first came to my vision was red, red on the ground, a red liquid. When i tried to look elesewhere, thats when something blocked my way from seeing more. The very own shoes, i slowly grunt in pain when i tried to force myself move. The person slowly bented down to get to my level. But this person seemed to be a ver tall one.

I carefully looked up, and thats when i meet those familiar eyes. That familiar smile, everything.

" Hello there , (Y/N), dont you worry, Pennywise has everything in control now, my sweets,... ohoho yess he do!!!!" With such excitment he says. It canf be him. It cant be that pennywise clown. No its a joke. You see how his once amber orangey eyes turn into a hue blue once. As he gently caress your cheek. He seemed to to slightly shake at his first touch with you. You wished you knew what he was going to do with you, because before you knew anything else you blacked out.

Hey guysss sorry if this was super long, really sorry if i got u kinder bored or something but i promise to make the next chapter a really good one that invloves more pennywise into it.

Series: Apocalyptic Title: Goth Queen Part 1 All GIFs/Photos: credit goes to original owner! Thanks to @magikat409 for the polyvore! Elm Grove was a community that not very many ventured to or through. The desolate town seemed like something out of a horror movie or hell, even something out of a Scooby Doo episode. Negan heard of a mysterious woman that ran Elm Grove. Anyone who ever had made it out alive always called her the Goth Queen. Time and time again he brought it to the table to go and pay the Goth Queen a visit, but his men always voted against it. They were running out of places to scavenge and they were only getting so much from Rick the Prick, Hilltop and the Kingdom. It was high time the boys shit or get off the pot. Having Simon rangle up some men who had the fuckin' balls was difficult enough. Hell, he didn't even think he'd have the time to screw any of wives because of the pussies who worked for him. When he walked out to the trucks, the men were hesitant to get into the vehicles. "You sorry shits better have a damn good explanation for not being on the goddamn ball today!" His voice thundered. The men looked from one another, shuffling their feet where they stood. Negan clicked his tounge and rolled his eyes, "Either get in the fuckin' trucks or loose what room and board you fuckers have!" With that, he knocked Lucille against the metal railing and got into a truck. The men, terrified that they may loose their housing, quickly jumped into their awaiting vehicles. °°°°°° Night had fallen, the humidity rather high this time of year. Fog had rolled in, covering the surrounding area of Elm Grove. At the very entrance, was a tall iron gate, too tall for any of the men to climb. Negan rattled the gate, the metal clanking loudly around them. In the distance, wolves howled and a flock of bats flew over head. To their right, they heard heavy footsteps approach. "Who goes there!?" The deep baritoned voice, asked. "Jesus Christ! How's the weather up there Lurch!?" Negan said, leaning back. The overly tall mans upper lip curled, a growl coming from deep in his chest. "Uh, Negan. I wouldn't do that." Simon warned. The mother fucker actually gulped! "Say your peace and leave!" Negan held his hands up, eyes wide, "Easy there man. Just fuckin' jokin'!" "What say you!?" "We would like to have a word with the Goth Queen." Simon said, his voice shaky. "Pssft! Disrespectful fools! What makes you think-" "Who is we?" A much smaller person asked, stepping out from behind the tall man. He appeared to have dwarfism... and an Irish accent. The joke tickled Negan's tounge, making him bite down. Simon elbowed him, shaking his head. "Negan and the Saviors." "Vince, go let the Goth Queen know of our new arrivals." "Issac, we must not trust outsiders, they have no respect!" Issac, the dwarf, snapped his fingers at Vince, "Go, now!" With a growl, the seven and half foot something man slowly walked up the cobblestone pavement. "Now what's the lot of ya wantin' with our Goth Queen?" The dwarf asked. "That's for us to know and the Queen to find out, Little Man," Negan said. His face contorted, but a creepy laughter bubbled up from him. The men flinched, looking around at their surroundings, waiting for something else to pop up. A pop and crackle from a walkie came from the little person. "Let them in, damnit." Issac grabbed the walkie and hit the talk button, "It'd be me pleasure." Taking an old key from his pocket, he inserted it into a lock that was at his height. Clinks and clanks from the locking mechanism echoed through the bare trees, bound to draw walkers. As the men slowly crept through, Issac snapped, "Move yer asses!" The gate slammed shut as he grinned, "Watch ye step now lads. Don't want to fall and hurt yerself, now do ye?" Issac disappeared into the darkness. "Creepy little bastard," Negan muttered. Leading his group up the same path that the giant went, they took in the run down buildings of the town. Candles lit the way in every other street lamp. Some windows were lit from the inside in a couple buildings, shadows moving about inside the dim rooms. It felt as of they were taken back to another century. An elderly man with no teeth, gumming a cigar, blew out a puff of smoke on his question, "Lookin' for the Goth Queen?" Negan proped Lucille up on his shoulder, "Yep." "Take a left at the first light. Mortimer's Funeral Home and Crematory is where she'll be." Following the directions that the old man gave, had the men standing in front of a run down three story house. A gust of wind blew through the group, making the leaves dance in a twirl. The windows rattled from the force of the wind, then an eerie silence fell over the neighborhood. The entrance to the funeral home creaked open, making all the men gulp. "She waits for you, oh she does, yess." A child like voice said, from a dark hallway. "Ain't no fuckin' way I'm goin' in there man!" "No way!" "Hell naw!" Negan spun around on the ball of his feet, "I never knew I had the biggest group of pussies! Goddamn cowards." Negan made his way to the door, stopping at the threshold. Simon stayed a couple paces behind him, his hand on his gun. "Oh, this is fun! Yes, yes it is! Do come in, the Goth Queen awaits you!" The child like voice said, gleefully from the darkness. Negan looked to Simon, brow raised as the door slammed shut. A boney hand, with long fingernails crept from dark, pointing to a door, "Go down the steps. She waits for you!" Their boots heavy as they walked across the wooden floor; each thud sounded as if it was bouncing from wall to wall. The door led down to a basement, which was lit, thankfully. Type O Negative's Black Number 1 was playing, heels clacking against the cemented floor. "Don't keep her waiting... hahaha!" Simon actually grabbed ahold of Negan's arm as he felt the breath of the speaker on his ear. Trudging down the steps, Negan and Simon were hesitant seeing as they bowed underneath their weight. An electrical saw had drowned the music; a gnarly wet sound, then the blade hitting something dense making them gringe. The saw was shut off, followed by a squelching noise. Simon gagged behind Negan. Negan knew that sound all to well. It was flesh and bone. When they stepped closer, they heard a woman singing along to Type O Negative. Negan could not believe what he saw. Jet black hair, pale skin and tattoo's. She wore a white lab coat, black pants and black high heeled boots peeking out from beneath the coat. Was this the Goth Queen? "Well hello there!" He called out, pausing at the color of her eyes. She was leaned over the adult dead body, appearing to be looking at the brain. She squinted, the light reflecting what appeared to be green eyes... or were they light brown? A mask covered her mouth. She went to remove it, but paused when she realized her gloves were bloody. She snapped them off as she stood. Purple nail polish covered her nails; tattoos decorating the skin of her hands. She had a hell of a rack, a Misfits tank top stretched over her chest. Negan was damn near rendered speechless when she whipped off her mask. Standing there, hands on her hips, she raised a brow. "Goth Queen, I presume?" Negan asked, loosely holding Lucille. "Depends on who's asking," "Negan and the Saviors." Her smile was slow and dark. Wait... were those? Fucking fangs!? Negan and Simon looked at one another, then back at the woman before them. "I am the Goth Queen, yes," she looked beyond the two men, talking to something that was in the dark. "Cyrus, take this," she pointed to the stone cold body on the draining table, "and make me a few slides, please?" "Hmmmm mmhhm." Negan raised Lucille, ready to hit whomever snuck up on him. "I really wouldn't do that if I were you," The Goth Queen warned, all hints of niceness gone from her tone and face. The man that had hummed came from the shadows, his face badly scarred. The Goth Queen's heels clicked with impatience on the cement as she made her way to the stairs. She had removed her lab coat, her curvy curves doing bad things to Negan's labido. He licked his lips, following her. She was a few steps up from them, her ass all but in their face. "And if you want to keep those eyeballs in their sockets, I highly suggest you look else where." They let her walk farther ahead of them, clear of her anger. This was one woman that Negan did not want to see pissed off. °°°°°° They followed the Goth Queen into the living room, where the walls were a dark lavender with white trim. They matched the color of the walls, but the design seemed out of place with as dark as the Queen was. "This was where they would hold the viewings," she said, crossing her legs as she sat in a chair. She motioned for them to sit. "So what is it that you want?" "Well Sweetheart, we came to offer our services." "Your... services?" She raised a brow. A meow came from around the corner, a hairless cat jumping on the Goth Queen's lap. "Mother of fuckin' Hades what is that!?" Negan asked, amused and disgusted all at once. "What? You act like you've never seen a bare pussy before," She said, winking at Negan. "I fuckin' love you," he blurted, surprising everyone in the room. Negan blinked, realizing what he had just said. He watched as the Goth Queen ran her tounge over a fang. Their meeting was interupted, a medium height man with tattoos and piercings all over his face, breathing heavily. "Goth Queen! They're back!" The cat jumped from her lap, scampering away. "Goddamnit, get everyone back into their homes and lock their doors! No one is to go near the gates, no one! Am I understood?!" "Yes Ma'am!" "Who's back?" Negan asked, standing from the couch. She sighed, going to the next room and gathering some weapons, "People on the outskirts of our town. They traveled from Georgia and are highly out of control. We've heard rumors of them... Cannibals." "Georgia, huh?" Simon stroked his mustache, looking at his leader. "Yes. We had a dear friend taken from us... she was eaten," she paused, staring at the men with tears in her eyes, "her body was drained of all of its blood after she was murdered." The childlike voice the men had heard upon entering showed up again, though extreme sadness echoing in her voice, "Poor, poor, little Charlotte..." "She was just a child," The Goth Queen sniffed and cleared her throat as she looped a belt around her waist. "I apologize for not having enough time to explain, but I must get rid of them before they destroy the front gate." Negan and Simon followed the Goth Queen outside and around the block. From the top of the hill, torches and lamps could be seen at the entrance. They shouted curse words and threw out The Devil, Satan's whore, Freak of Nature and so forth. "You've delt with this before?" Simon asked. She nodded, her hips swaying as she stomped down the road, "Yes, but they are... they're getting more violent." "You, you whore! You Demon!" The head of the group yelled. Negan and Simon stayed back a bit, watching, waiting. "Leave now!" The Goth Queen's voice boomed over the chaotic group. One man spit at her feet, "Not until you abominations are exterminated!" Vince, the Giant, appeared from the darkness, snarling at the group, "Disrespectful littl-" an arrow was shot into his forehead. "Vincent!" The Goth Queen screamed. They watced in horror as the Giant swayed, then fell backwards with a sickening thud. The Goth Queen turned to the group, hissing at them as she advanced towards them. Negan grabbed her arm, halting her movements. The group began to back off as Negan's men walked towards the gate, their guns drawn and cocked. As fast as they appeared, they fled. The Goth Queen's chest heaved with great breaths as she went to her dear friends body. "Looks like you'll need our services after all Goth Queen," Negan said, though the cocky tone of his voice was gone. She looked to him, and nodded, "You're right.... but you'll need to know a few things about the Termites before you make your final judgment." He saluted her, his index and middle finger touching the side of his head, "Yes Ma'am." 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Will you write more clexa please? I miss your writing

this is for @shesjacks even tho she’s MEAN TO ME

Clarke wakes with a snort. Lexa snickers at her, bent over her, fully dressed. she flicks Clarke’s ear, teasing. “Good Morning, drooly.”

Clarke squints at the alarm clock until the numbers make sense. “Fuck off,” she suggests. 

“Anya’s here, I’m off.” She lays the back of her hand on Clarke’s forehead, frowning faintly. “You feel better?”

Clarke rolls on her back, stretching until something cracks satisfyingly. “i told you last night, I’m fine. Go. Shop. Send me sexy fitting room texts.”

“Bland,” Lexa tells her, tugging on her watch and shoving her wallet into her pocket. “Don’t touch the curry, Clarke, I’m serious. Crackers--I left the saltines down. There’s soup in the pantry.” She leans in and kisses Clarke, closed mouth mintfresh and fleeting.

“Fuck off,” Clarke suggests again, and Lexa huffs out a little laugh. Clarke catches her fingers before she turns. “Sexy pics?” she asks, hopeful. She bats her eyelashes, exaggerated, and Lexa smiles.

“If you’re good.” Lexa kisses the tip of her fingers and checks her phone with her other hand. “Late lunch after?”

“Mm,” Clarke says. She’s already half asleep before Lexa leaves the bedroom.

++

Clarke’s phone buzzing under the pillow wakes her up. She drags it out and enters the password twice wrong before getting it right. She checks her texts. 

awake?

yes she types back. find an outfit for the thing? She rubs the sleep from her eyes and sits up, yawning a little. 

not yet. anya says get well soonksdjf-- no i didn’t i would never say that

Clarke snorts. She taps out a response as she rises and heads for the kitchen. hi anya. take care of my girl.

she was my girl first

Clarke rolls her eyes. She clicks the phone dark and pokes in the fridge, frowning until she reaches into the back and comes out with the takeout box. “Yess,” she cheers to herself, quietly. She throws the curry and rice into a bowl and eats two saltines while it microwaves, leaving half of one crumbly on the countertop to set herself up with an alibi.

Her phone buzzes. eat something yet? Clarke sends Lexa a picture of herself eating a cracker. good girl.

i showed you mine, Clarke says, ....?

Lexa sends two pictures, one of her in a blue white pinstripe blouse, airy with a lacy collar, and one in a crisp green button up that accentuates her eyes. which says partner track better?

show me the back? Lexa sends a few more pictures. the other one, now. Clarke flicks between them, humming to herself between bites. green, for your eyes, for work. but get the other one too.

There’s a brief pause, then Lexa sends her another picture, in her bra in the fitting room mirror, eyebrow lifted questioningly. ?

for my eyes, Clarke says, and knows the exact smile that will quirk Lexa’s lips when she reads it. anya waiting for you?

on a quest for a soft pretzel with mustard 

Clarke sets her bowl aside and wipes at her mouth with her sleeve. take off your pants?

She waits. It’s almost a minute before her phone buzzes again. Lexa naked in front of the mirror, hair waving over her eyes. Before she can respond another picture comes through, Lexa sat on the small bench, legs spread and lips pouted.

two fingers Clarke says, and then-- wait. headphones? As soon as she gets the picture back, earbuds nestled in Lexa’s ears, she initiates a facetime call.

Lexa picks up on the second ring. “Clarke,” she whispers, and the video is so much better. Pixelated but she can see Lexa’s quickened breath, the flutter of her neck, gentle part of her lips, big wide pupiled eyes. 

“Don’t say anything, just listen. Get on the bench and show me that pretty cunt.” Lexa flushes, noticeably, but hurries to obey, parting her legs and angling the camera. “Good girl. Give me a better look?” Lexa’s fingers come into view, painted pale pink, spreading herself and holding herself open. “Stay quiet.”

“Mm,” Lexa says, very soft into the mic. 

“Two fingers, thumb on your clit, make it fast.” Lexa starts slow until Clarke growls down the line and Clarke watches her finger herself, rough on command, fast, her hips twitching up helplessly. “C’mon Lex,” Clarke murmurs, “don’t want Anya to come back early and find out whose good girl you really are, do you?”

Lexa whimpers. “Clarke,” she mumbles.

“Quiet,” Clarke says, “or I’ll make you pull out and hump that bench with your fingers in your mouth, and everyone in that store will know what a slut you are.”

Lexa’s hips jump hard, abrupt. She chokes back a moan. 

“Good girl,” Clarke says, keeping her voice low and rough the way she knows Lexa likes, a little steel underneath. “Come for me.”