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plutoswritingplanet · 8 months

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could you do a request of Buggy (opla) falling for Luffy’s older sister? (Adopted or blood relation, doesn’t matter) like he takes her hostage but she doesn’t seem to mind. She know she can escape at any time, but keep annoying buggy to a point where… he doesn’t see her as a hostage anymore, more like treasure? And she starts to maybe feel something for the clown?

You Started It (Buggy The Clown x Reader)

a/n: how did i know the first request will be about the clown lmao. i took some liberties when writing this but i hope you still like it <3

Warnings: Buggy Being Kind Of An Asshole, Captivity, Some Suggestive Themes

Summary: Poking the bear isn't the wisest things you could be doing in your particular situation.

Part 2.

You've memorized every nook and cranny of your shoes. The time you've spent in containment has really opened your eyes, when it comes to how little you actually knew about the clothes you were wearing. For example, your right shoe was slightly bigger, molded by your foot. You must be putting more weight onto your right leg, when standing. The hem of your shorts is made with a very close cross stitch, making them slightly sturdier and thicker. Right where the material folds, just above your knee, you've managed to pick out a small hole, the strings of abused material hung sadly and tickled your skin.

There wasn't really much to do, while being kept in a cage, in the backstage of a circus which belonged to the infamous Buggy the Clown. Well, except studying the stains on your shoes and waiting for the Captain to visit you, which he did quite frequently.

"Entertainment purposes" is the reason he declared, when you've asked him why on earth is he keeping you locked up in a hanging cage. But you weren't so easily fooled. You knew from the start, that the role he has envisioned for you to play, was that of a Hostage and Bait. So, inevitably, when your younger brother and his merry band of misfits come to save you, he'd be able to even out the score. Which was a shitty plan, in your opinion.

They've kicked his ass before, they can do it once again.

So, that's why you're here, feet dangling above the floor, as you hum to yourself. Anything to pass the time. That is, until you hear the door to the backstage open, and a familiar tone of voice calls out.

"Hostage!"

Really, how did he even expect you to stay in the dark about his plan, while calling you like this? The man was clearly insane.

Buggy the Clown stands before you, makeup disheveled as always, with his Captain's hat abandoned in favor of a striped bandana. He's excited, which is evident, by the way he can't seem to stop moving, jumping from one leg to the other, hands fidgeting at his sides.

"How are you feeling, my dear Hostage?" he asks with fake concern, and just as your mouth opens to answer, he interrupts "Ah, never mind that, I don't care."

You don't even try to hide the annoyed expression on your face.

"You can sing" he states matter-of-factly, pointing a finger right at you.

"Barely."

"Can you dance though?"

"Barely as well."

He hums in thought, pacing the floor in front of your cage. Finally, he stops, looking at you with his head tilted to the side. His eyes rake over your body, and it brings a sudden wave of discomfort to your bones.

"You'll be performing in our next act."

Again, his tone leaves no space for an argument. Still, you were never an agreeable person, smiles were more of your brother's thing. So, you straighten out as much as the cage allows you and cross your arms in front of your chest.

"Do whatever you like, my brother will get me out of here before you can say Welcome to my big show".

"Welcome to my big show" he says immediately, then, raises his finger, as if he's waiting for the entire crew of Strawhats to fall from the sky.

They don't, obviously, and he gives you a pointed look, to which you respond with a roll of your eyes.

"Besides" he turns around and opens one of the chests laid out on the table "Aren't you a bit old to dote on your younger brother so much?"

The question genuinely offends you, and as he pulls out another bandana, this one red, covered entirely with big white polka dots, your eyes glimmer with venom.

"Aren't you a bit old to play dress up?"

He turns in a blink of an eye, and with terror mixed with disgust you watch his hands detach from his body, slamming into the cage. The force of impact sends it flying right into the nearby wall, the back of your head smacks against the metal bars. The swinging of the cage coupled with the stars erupting before your eyelids from the impact make you feel dizzy.

Then, Buggy takes a step towards the cage, connecting his hands with the rest of his body, and your prison stops swinging in an instant.

"I should kill you for that" he says lowly, his blue eyes bearing into your face.

"You started it" you choke out an accusation, trying very hard not to vomit.

He stays completely quiet, just watching you for a long while, his hands slowly loose tension. Then, as if his rage has entirely dissolved, he smiles, teeth completely exposed, as his cheeks crease. God, you'd do such a better job at his make-up, given the chance.

"You're funny, Hostage" he shakes his head, and suddenly, for some unknown reason, it downs upon you, just how close to you, he's standing.

"Sing for me some more" he says.

And then, his hands push back with sufficient force to send your cage flying again. You groan at the movement, another wave of nausea almost making you loose your breakfast. When you finally have the perfect, biting comeback, he's already gone, the door slamming after him. You're alone again.

A sigh escapes your lips, as you press your forehead to the cold metal of the cage. You've already memorized all the details of your own clothes, and the room was too dark to see anything more. So, you start observing the cage. The way the light shifts up and down on the bars, the way the brown paint seems to peel away under your thighs. Then, you look up, towards the place where all the bars have been stuck together.

And then your eyebrows furrow. Because just above the ceiling of the cage, you can see something poking out. Something roughly the size of a fist and colored a pale, fleshy color. You raise yourself slightly in your seat, to get a better look, and immediately regret doing so.

It's an ear. His ear. Detached and placed right on top of the cage. That's how he knows about your singing, the bastard.

An idea brews in your brain, mischief spilling out of your growing smirk. You pull yourself up, until you can reach the top of the cage. Your arm is just slender enough to slip past the bars, and your fingers brush against the cold flesh of the ear. Before Buggy, wherever he is, can react, you snatch the ear from the top of the cage, keeping a tight grip, as it starts to jump in your hand.

Then, you take a deep breath, place the ear close to your lips… And give the most blood-curling, shrill scream you could muster.

Immediately, you hear a string of curses coming your way, and a second later Buggy bursts into the room, a murderous expression on his face. You open your hand, and the ear nearly bursts out of your fingers, flying back to it's owner like some sort of deformed beetle. The sight, for some reason, is so incredibly funny, you can't help but choke out a little giggle. Which soon becomes a quite big giggle, which in turn morphs into a full blown laughter.

You can't see the Captain through the tears of laughter forming in your eyes, so when he knocks on the metal bars of your cage, you nearly choke from surprise. He's looking at you strangely. Not quite as angry as before, but there is something else lurking behind his eyes. As if he's enveloped deeply in his thoughts, but at the same time completely present and focused on you. Your laughter dies down in an instantly, and you reach up to wipe your tears, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"I've captured myself a comedian, huh?" the man leans closer to the bars of the cage, placing his forehead against them and looking at you from below "You trying to take my place as the funniest person in the circus? Hm, Hostage?"

You risk a smirk, leaning down towards him. He watches your movements with a curious expression, eyes darting all over your face.

"Yeah" you whisper "So, you better watch your back."

At that, he smiles one of his brilliantly wide smiles. This one however, seems the most honest out of every one you've seen up to this point. You try not to linger too much at the way his eyes seem to shine in the dimly lit room. Or how the stubble on his face makes his features sharper. Or even on the way his arms flex as he leans against the cage. And definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, you're not focusing on the fact, that he's standing nestled right between your dangling legs.

So, before your brain conjures up any unwanted ideas, you clear your throat again and straighten up. Buggy notices the shift in your posture, but doesn't move, instead it seems as if a lightbulb has literally appeared beside his head. Desperate to change the subject, which hasn't been even brought up yet, you wave your hand in the general direction of his ear.

"Your ability is pretty useful" you try to sound as neutral, as humanly possible.

"Oh?" he tilts his head back and gives you a suspicious look.

"Yeah, that eavesdropping thing was really cool… And slightly disgusting" your nose scrunches "But mostly cool."

He hums low in his throat, his hands slowly letting go of your cage. Still, he remains standing between your legs, your knee brushing against his prominent hip bones.

"Are there" you swallow "Any limits to this ability?"

Now, his eyebrows jump straight under his bandana, and you definitely do not like the slow smirk filling his features.

"I mean, like, can you detach your nose? Or um… I don't know, your fingernails?"

Finally he steps back, stretching his arms to the side, as if he's giving you a show, and in a way, he does. There are muscles, hidden under those circus clothes. His exposed forearms are nicely shaped, with thick veins running the length of them. You really don't mean to ogle the man, but fuck, he is handsome. In an "insane-sadistic-clown-who-is-also-a-pirate-for-some-reason" way.

"I can detach every single part of my body with no effort" he says, his smile growing.

Before you could really think about your actions, your gaze falls downward, right to his belt keeping his trousers up. Mortified, that your brain would even go there, you tear your eyes up, and with a horrified expression, look upon a face full of excitement.

Then, Buggy raises his hands to his heart, feigning a scandalized expression, which would've been funny, if you weren't currently blushing in the lovely shade of a ripe beetroot.

"I'm sorry… that's not… I didn't" your words come out a jumbled mess, and Buggy wheezes out a laugh.

"Oh would you look at that" he puts his hands behind his back, as he slowly starts to stalk towards your confinement "You know, with how sheltered your little brother is, I didn't expect you to be such a dirty pervert."

You choke on air, arms flailing inside the cage, as you genuinely are at a loss for words, You can feel your face grow impossibly hot, the heat spreading all the way to the tops of your ears. The Clown still advances, until his face is pushed right between the bars of the cage, a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye. You don't know what to do with yourself, as the man continues to laugh at your outrage.

Finally, his right hand flies from behind his back and stops right above his head. Then, as if making a show specially for you out of his unusual abilities, he lets his pointer finger remove itself from the hand. Involuntarily, you make a face, and try to push yourself as far into the cage, as humanly possible. Which, given the size of your prison, does practically nothing. The finger aims straight at your nose and presses it with slightly more force, than a friendly "boop" would.

"You started it" he throws your own words back at you, and watches your dumbfounded expression with a smile and a giggle.

Finally, he steps back, all his body parts in place, and you can breathe again at last. Then, with a flourish, he bows down before the cage, before giving you a slightly unbalanced twirl. At that, you can't help but smile, almost fondly. He's not so bad, when he isn't actively trying to murder you and your friends.

"Anyways, get ready, your grand performance is in a week" he concludes, and you sigh deeply.

So he hasn't let this one go.

No matter. A week from now, you'll be out of this place. The thought fills you with joy, and strangely, with some sort of melancholy, which you have to jot down as nausea, just to protect your own mental health.

"Hostage" the man says, as a goodbye, bowing once again, this time with fewer theatrics, and begins to walk back towards the door. "Captain" you respond in kind, inclining your head slightly.

He stops in his tracks, back turned to you, before slowly, twisting his body, to look you in the face. He wants to say something, his mouth opens and closes, and anticipation floods your stomach. But then, his lips pull back into one more smile, more reserved, more private. Now, in this rare moment of tranquility, he looks truly handsome, and your heart jumps to your throat at the realization. He gives you one last look, shakes his head at the floor, and exits with a soft click of the door.

You're, once again, left alone with your mismatched shoes and the hole in your shorts. This time, however, your head is filled with tender thoughts, one that could keep you company, until another visit befalls you.

#buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #one piece x reader #one piece live action #my writing #answered #requested #thank you for leaving a request <3 <3

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heartfullofleeches · 7 months

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Holiday period at the fast food reader's workplace. Do they have costumes for Halloween? Do anything special for thanksgiving? What about Christmas, do they do something like a secret Santa? Do they all celebrate Reader's birthday/anniversary of them being hired?

I'm fine if you focus on one or do any of them/something unrelated that I haven't thought of. I just want more fast food reader and the gang of nightmares that adore them 😭

(Going with Birthday because I thought of the funniest thing, but maybe Christmas Special in the future?)

Twenty minutes left on the clock.

You shoved your coat and bag beneath the counter before the start of your shift to make for an easy get away. You'd recently invested in a lanyard you keep hidden down your shirt to keep your keys secure and on you at all times. The line was moving quickly thanks to the new hire that had yet to witness the horrors of the establishment. You could probably even get away with leaving without clocking out if you sucked up to your boss enough tomorrow. There would still be consequences, but as long as you could make it through today everything would be fine. Just twenty more minutes...

"Hey..."

A gentle tap on your shoulder draws your ailing mind from the depths of dread this cursed day traps you in. The janitor stands behind you, hands tucked into their pockets. You eye the slight bulge of a square item in their left, but decide its none of your business as you raise a hand in greeting. "Hey. What's up?"

"Not much..." They rock on their heels, more fidgety than usual as their hands shift in their apron pockets. "Hope I'm not bothering you, but I was cleaning up the break room and noticed there was a mark on the calendar with your name on it... It's your birthday today, right?"

Oh no.

No. No. No.

You open your mouth to make up some ahitty excuse, but your tongue remains glued to the floor of your mouth. Your eyes dart towards the boarded doors of the party room as they speak.

"If I had known sooner, I would've gotten you something better, but this was all I could pick up during my break. Honestly, birthdays are a new concept to me, but a lot of things are. You've... helped me learn a lot about myself so I just wanted to say-"

The Janitor pulls their hand from their apron - presenting a yellow box with a bright red bow.

"Happy birthday."

A loud bang shakes the doors of the party room, rocking tower of unused tables and chairs used to keep them closed. You knew they wouldn't be enough to keep what's inside in - a distraction to keep it at bay hopefully giving you enough time to flee. You quickly grab your things and vault over the counter, shoving past customers still waiting patiently in line as another bang knocks down the top layer of defense. Bang. Bang. Bang. Your heart leaps in your chest with every crash of furniture hitting the ground. You force yourself to look ahead as the doors fly open - stale air raising the hairs on your skin. The squeaks of its shoes send chills down your spine - raspy voice crawls in your ears like maggots to a fresh carcass.

"Did I hear it was a certain someone's.. Birthday?..

Against the voices in your head screaming at you to do otherwise, you glance over your shoulders. There are still smudges in its makeup from your last encounter with it dating exactly one year back to this day. You shutter as its twin tongues, still tied in that braid it tried shoved your esophagus snakes over its painted lips.

"No?"

Its smile grows. "You don't have to lie... I have the date written right here... And here...."

The clown points its gangly fingers at its forehead and chest respectively.

"I think you might have my birthday confused with that guy over there."

You pick up your feet as the clown snaps its head in the direction your finger aims. Seeing a blank wall, and hearing your shoes slap against te, it gives chance - crouching on all fours and bounding after you. Its cold hands latch around your ankle, yanking you off balance and towards the party room doors. You scratching at the floor doors, clawing faster as you feel its eyes on you from over its shoulder.

"No! My birthday was last year - I swear!"

"Silly, silly. You have one every year, and it should be celebrated every. Single. Day.... I've got cake!"

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere blurb #Fast Food Reader #yandere clown #yandere teratophilia #yandere drabble

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blarshwritezz · 15 days

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Yandere Circus Clown X Female Reader

after a bad day, your silly partner will stop at nothing to turn that frown upside down. Pulling out all the stops in their clowning rountine, inhaling helium from spare balloons and even giving you a matching red clown nose that honks just like there’s

This is so cute! Love it!

Yandere Circus Clown x Reader

Gn yan x F reader

TW - one (1) implication of harming someone (not reader)

This had to be the worst day ever. Well, there was probably worse, but seriously what the heck is up with today?! Not one single thing has gone even remotely your way, you've been yelled at no less than 5 times for the most minor issues imaginable, and you even got forced into working 3 hours of overtime! Unpaid!

But at least you were finally home. You immediately flopped on the couch, too grumpy to even give your partner a hug or kiss when they greeted you at the door. You buried your face in the cushions, kicking your shoes off your aching feet.

This worried them. You were so upset! Today must have been truly terrible if you didn't even give them a little smooch or a squeeze. They were a wee bit grumpy about that, but that meant nothing! First things first, you!

They knew what they had to do. As a grand clown, they had to cheer you up!

They started with a classic. "Oh darling, I brought you a pie!" They walked over, pie in hand. They almost made it, until they "accidentally" tripped and fell, landing face first in the pie!

They looked up at you...only to see your frown still had yet to turn upside-down.

"Dearie-me! My deepest apologies, darling! I'll clean this mess right away!" They pulled a handkerchief out of their pocket in order to wipe the bits of pie that had gotten on the floor. When it wasn't enough to clean it all, they pulled out another...which was attached to another, and another, and many others! It didn't stop until there was a huge rainbow pile on the floor.

They looked up again, seeing that you now had a small smirk on your gorgeous face. It was working! But it wasn't quite enough.

They left, returning again with a good few balloons with happy faces on them. "Darling, I've brought our closest friends to join in the party!" Their voice was high pitched, like a chipmunk. "Though, from what I hear, they may not stay long."

They handed over the handful of happy balloons, seeing your eyes soften a bit. Just one more little push! One more and you'd be smiling and laughing happily! But what should they do?

They contemplated it, putting their hand on their chin...and their cheek, forehead, ears, everywhere on their face! Until their hand landed on their nose. Their ridiculous, bulbous, bright red, squeaky nose.

That was it!

They patted their body all over, turning left and turning right, seemingly searching for something. Until they pulled out something round and bright red from one of the many pockets of their colorful attire. They approached, and before you could protest, you now had a matching nose.

They gave it a nice little "honk honk" before kissing you all over. It tickled, and that made you giggle.

"Alright, alright! You'll smudge your nice makeup, hun!" You gently pushed them off you, laughing at their silly antics.

"There she is! My lovely honey! Now what had my precious darling so down in the dumps today?" They pouted, laying down with you and wrapping their arms around you.

You sighed. "I don't really want to talk about it right now...but basically everyone I work with is a bitch." You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Tomorrow was another day. You just had to remember that. "For now can we just cuddle?"

"I would adore that more than anything." They held you tighter, burying their head in the crook of your neck. They really missed you all day, and those last few hours of sudden overtime was like hell.

But at least now you were back. Now they could feel you, see you, smell you. You could overwhelm their senses, just how they liked.

And those coworkers of yours...something awful just might happen to them while you sleep. But who could say?

Yay first f!reader req! I hope people don't mind

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daytaker · 4 months

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hii hellooo, may i request brothers with a clown core mc? their outfits most often being very colorful but their personality being the opposite? like somewhat cold and very blunt, not talking much and if talking then it’s about something mildly disturbing like murder investigations or an odd fascination with deadly diseases stuff like that

sorry that it’s extremely specific and thank you regardless _(┐「ε:)_

Clown Anon MCs - [ Clowncore MC | Death-Fixated Science Geek MC | LeVeyan Satanist MC ]

When you first arrived, no one was sure what to think. They looked you over. Your pink hair, your cyan shorts. A yellow T-shirt and rainbow suspenders. Gaudy makeup and adorable pink tennis shoes. Beaded bracelets and necklaces and colorful tights.

And a box of smokes in your back pocket.

"Welcome to the House of Lamentation," Lucifer says, gesturing grandly at the stately mansion ahead of you.

You say nothing. Instead, you pull out a cigarette and a lighter. Taking a drag, you lazily gaze at the house, then back at your host, who looks disgusted.

"Make sure you only do that outside," he says, nodding to the box of cigarettes in your hand.

You blow a puff of smoke in his face and start walking to the door, completely ignoring the sounds of Lucifer struggling to contain his rage.

"Why's it called that?" you finally ask as you stop at the front doors. "'House of Lamentation'?"

Lucifer, having composed himself by now, steps up beside you. "This is a replica of a house from the human world," he explains. "In it, an entire family was murdered; the parents, the servant, and six of their seven sons. The seventh--"

"Ohhh. This is the Sutton house," you say, nodding.

"Excuse me?"

"The Sutton house. Massachusetts, 1923. Elijah Sutton, oldest of seven sons, runs into the local tavern screaming that his servant killed the whole family and himself. Most folks today think it was Elijah who really did it. I know I do."

You take one more drag from your cigarette, then drop it on the ground and put it out with the heel of your shoe.

"So this is their house, huh? Sick."

---

It's breakfast on your second day in the Devildom. You took extra time to apply your godawful makeup this morning, and you're sure it shows, because the brothers keep glancing at you as if they're not quite sure what they should say.

"You talk to them, Mammon," mumbles Satan. "You're their babysitter."

"Ah... ahem." Mammon casts a glare at his brother, then looks at you. "So, uh... Human." You stare at him with a dead-eyed expression that seems to unnerve him even more. "...We're goin' to RAD today, and there's a couple a things you should know." You continue staring.

Mammon looks to his brothers for help, but they all avoid eye contact. "Uhhh... Just... try not to get eaten, 'kay? Lucifer'll be pissed if you die on my watch."

"Do demons eat people?" you ask. "Like, raw?"

"Sometimes! So don't mess around with 'em, got it?"

"That's gotta be messy as fuck."

"It is!"

"You got any photos?"

"....Eh?"

---

"So I get that you're the seven deadly sins," you say to Satan, sprawled out in an armchair in the library, "but like... is that all you guys got here?"

Satan, who had been minding his own business and innocently reading a book of curses, looks irritated. "Is that all of what?"

"I dunno. Bad shit shaped like people." You shrug. "Like, you got the Four Horsemen or somethin'?"

"Of course not," Satan snaps. "That would be ridiculous."

You shrug. "Embodiment of plague? Too ridiculous to believe. Embodiment of wrath? Well, obviously that's a thing."

---

"You have to make pacts with Lucifer and his brothers," Belphie urges you through the door. You stare at him, then take a drag from your cigarette. As long as Lucifer is occupied in the music room with that weird record, you're going to break every rule in this damn house.

"How am I supposed to do that? Am I gonna split up my soul Horcrux style? Give everybody a slice?"

Belphie stares at you for a few seconds. You don't realize how badly he wishes he could kill you in this moment. "Are you going to help me or not?"

You shrug. "What do I get out of it?"

He blinks at you in utter bewilderment. "You... make me happy?"

You stare at him. He stares at you. You stare at him. He continues to stare at you.

You head back down the stairs.

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rottenpumpkin13 · 1 year

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Out of Context Shit Heard on the SOLDIER Floor #2

Angeal: let's keep our homicidal thoughts to ourselves from now on, shall we?

Zack: FREE DUCKS! FREE DUCKS! GET YOUR FREE DUCKS

Angeal: Sephiroth i will pay you 100 gil to put on a shirt

Genesis: 🎶 what atrocities will Genesis commit today? 🎶

Roche: i feel like i taste like lasagna? do i taste like lasagna? lick me, Kunsel

Essai: can someone check my dick for dick ghosts?

Sebastian: fuck it we, ball *pushes Zack down the stairs*

Kunsel: can I have one? *referring to the 17 rubber chickens in Roche's arms*

Cloud: does anyone want to pay me to break Commander Rhapsodos' knees?

Zack: *with a moogle plushie in hand* I've named him Terrence

Kunsel: jokes on you! I can't even read!

Sephiroth: male pattern baldness isn't a joke, Angeal.

Cloud: if you slap his ass it'll deflate like a souffle

Genesis: who the FUCK spelled my name as GENEVIEVE???

Angeal: Markers !!! Are not !!! For sniffing !!!

Zack: sometimes a boy gotta do what a boy gotta do *with the stolen masamune in hand*

Sephiroth: where did you guys get cotton candy???

Genesis: i may look like a stable individual but in reality I'm just 3 raccoons in a trench coat

Cloud: Has anyone seen my will to live??

Roche: if i put a pipe bomb in commander Rhapsodos' office will you kiss me?

Zack: who wants to talk about Mpreg with me???

Angeal: this is why we can't have nice things *referring to the break room coffee machine on fire*

Luxiere: Ow! Zack! Did you just bite my leg!?

Zack: Gen, can i borrow your clown makeup?

Luxiere: if you say YOLO one more time I'm going to make you swallow your shoes

Lazard: IT'S L-A-Z-A-R-D! IF YOU SPELL 'LIZARD' ONE MORE TIME ZACKARY, IM GOING TO TRANSFER YOU TO GOD

Angeal: who's bottle of rum is on my desk ????

Genesis: hey, mommy issues, have you seen Zack? *talking to Sephiroth*

Zack: where on Gaia am i supposed to find 16 garden gnomes on such short notice ?

Roche: maybe if you weren't such a LOSER the answer would come to you

Sephiroth: your eyebrows look like they were drawn in crayon

Lazard: How many SOLDIERs does it take to change a lightbulb? seven, apparently

Genesis: 🎶 i got a lock of Sephiroth's ha-ir, i got a lock of Sephiroth's ha-ir 🎶

Angeal: is this the mental stability you speak of, Genesis???

Kunsel: why stop at one SOLDIER? why not insult three or four? fuck it, KICK SEPHIROTH'S ASS

Sephiroth: Smell my breath. Can you tell I've just eaten an entire sheet cake?

Angeal: I'm one inconvenience away from dying my hair green

Kunsel: if i have to hear the red man recite LOVELESS one more time I'm commiting arson

#ffvii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 #crisis core #crisis core headcanons #ffvii crisis core #angeal hewley #ff7r #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #final fantasy vii #shit post

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strangerthingsn · 7 months

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Happy Halloween🎃

Eddiexvirgin!reader

Summary: you’re a a Hawkins high cheerleader but not one like everyone thinks. You going to Steve’s Halloween party. Your outfit wasn’t basic or what they all liked but your outfit caught Eddie his eye.

a/n:just because it’s almost Halloween and I’m going as Gene I made this for y’all!

warning: P in V, sex, 7 minutes in heaven, drugs , alcohol, drunk reader,kissing, make out, just 18+. (If I missed something tell me🛐)

“Y/N JUST COME! FUCKING HURRY!” Chrissy yells from downstairs.

“JUST MY RED LIPSTICK CHILL!” You sat infrond of your mirror with a white face and a black star around your eye. You grab your lipstick and put it on. You going as Paul from kiss. You love metal and rock. Probably nobody even know that about you. It’s not that you wear pink and other bright colors but they just don’t expect a cheerleader to be a metalhead.

You get up on your high shoes. You put some parfume on and your rush downstairs.

“Ew you look like a fucking clown.” Chrissy giggles.

“oh shut up you know I love kiss” you chuckle with her.

“let’s go Jason is waiting with his car” Chrissy walks to the door.

“Yeah” you smile and follow her. You both walk out and you lock the door behind you, Jason hold the door open for you. You get in and put your seatbelt one while Jason get also in again after closing the door.

Jason just has a skull jacket on with black jeans. Nothing more. Chrissy was as a zombie cheerleader, with abet old cheer costume with some blood on it. She had some green eye shadow and some other makeup to make her look like a zombie.

“So who are you dressed up as?” Jason starts driving.

“Paul from kiss” you smile proud.

“one of your stupid bands?” He shakes his head.

“Shut it” you roll your eyes.

You absolutely loved Halloween. Last year you was as a vampire with Tina her Halloween party. This year you wanted to go as kiss but Chrissy and Jason didn’t wanna join you. So you decided to just go alone as the lead singer.

You play guitar urself and you sing. Not in a band, maybe if you got that change you would.

“You gonna ain’t gonna fix Steve with that outfit ya know?” Jason said with his eyes on the road.

“Who said I want him?” You roll ur eyes.

“Maybe you get the freaks behind you.” Chrissy laughs. Jason laughed at that also.

“You two are so funny.” You cross your arms. You kinda had your eyes on Eddie. You didn’t really stalk him or something but you just liked him, seeing him in the cafetaria or in the hallway made your day. You also know he’s a metalhead. Maybe you can talk to him some time. Maybe even this night. It was silent in the car, Everyone in their own mind.

“You like one of them or something?” Chrissy looks at you.

“no! Ew. They- they are weird.” You hoped that sounded like you ment it.

“exactly” Jason has a mean smirk on his face. Chrissy turns her head back.

—-

About 5 minutes later Jason parks his car and you get out. It was so busy. So much people. You were a little late, probably because of ur makeup look. You walked inside with the others.

“hey” Steve walks over to you.

“oh hi Steve” you smile at him.

“cool make-up” he smiles back.

“Thank youu!”

“and I’m glad ur hire, also Jason and Chrissy” he smiles at them.

“Yeah ofcourse man” Jason smiles. Chrissy just simply nods.

“make yourself at home, the drank is there. And please smoke outside”

“Got it!” You smile at Steve, you know him already pretty long because your brother was in class with him and they were pretty good friends. If you were home and they were also there watching a movie or something you could always join. Your brother had plans with his girlfriend tonight so you decided you could go in his place.

Steve was already talking to someone else, Chrissy and Jason had already leaved to the dancefloor you alone so you decided to just go to the drinks. You grab some punch, you don’t know what it is and you don’t even care. You just stoot there against the counter looking around with the drink in your hand.

You don’t have that much friends. Pretty much only Chrissy because she’s the only one that’s not that high class and bitchy in the cheer team. You also don’t have a boyfriend. You had just one ex, but you broke up two years ago, because he didn’t like your new hair color, and he thought you were changing to much. Probably because then you actually started listening to bands.

——-

A hour later you still stood on the same place looking at your feet. You thought maybe Chrissy would have noticed but no. You started to ask yourself if you actually wanted to stay hire.

“uh-..nice costume..” you hear some one next to you say.

“please just leave me alone.. I heard that reaction too many times this night..” You didn’t even look who said it, probably another guy that is bullying you because of your outfit.

“No I swear. We kinda… uh- match.?” He tries. That made you finally look up. It was Eddie, As Gene Simmons also from kiss.

“oh” you hide a smile.

“sorry-… I mean-.. you..you want me to leave?” He is pretty nervous, it made you giggle.

“No it’s okay”

“I saw you standing hire… for a while now felt kinda bad for u, I know you are a cheerleader but I mean.. still wanted to try….- I MEAN… not trying to fix you or something… just talk..” He stutters.

“Yeah I am a cheerleader but absolutely not one like them..” you mumble.

“I totally forgot to ask your name, I mean if you wanna tell ofcourse”

“sure, I’m Y/N” you smile.

“pretty name.. I’m-“ you cut him off.

“Eddie”

“Yeah that’s right.. probably everyone knows.” You catch him looking somewhere in the crowd of people while you were talking. And yep. There is his friend group. You look at them and they notice you, they acting like nothing happens. You raise your eyebrows and giggle a bit.

“those are your friends?” You ask looking back at him.

“Yeah.. sorry for them..”

“so it’s a joke isn’t it.?” You look down again, you realize they might sended Eddie to you as a joke.

“no-..no ofcourse not..” He takes your hand and it works cause you look up at him. “I mean they said I should talk to you because they think you look cool. They probably have all a boner in their pants right now.” He starts to feel more comfortable around you now.

“a boner?” You laugh.

“Yeah” he laughs too.

“Y/N” Chrissy walks over to you with Jason.

“Yeah? What?” You snap.

“Give me two glasses of punch” Jason says while looking at Eddie in a mean way. You sigh and walk outside with still Eddies hand in yours. They yell at you but you decided not to listen. First they totally ignore you and now you’re suddenly special? No absolutely not.

“what are you doing?” Eddie looks surprised and walks behind you.

“Getting away from them. They ignore me standing there all alone. And now I’m talking to you they suddenly can say something, nuh uh” You lean against the wall in the backyard.

“aren’t they your friends?”

“Chrissy is Jason not.” You awnser.

“EDDIE WHERE ARE YOU?” You hear Gareth yell.

“HES HIRE!” You yell back as a joke. It made Eddie chuckle while his friends walk over to you guys.

“Uh.. hey” Jeff said.

“Ignore the fact I’m a cheerleader. Believe me if you get to know me I’m pretty cool” you say already because they are kinda all nervous around you.

“you look cool” they Smile, they are also a part of the band. Gareth is Peter and Jeff is Ace. Eddie brought just only two of his friends.

“Thank you” you smile “do you guys smoke?” You offer them a cigarette.

“oeh thanks” Gareth says taking one.

“Thank you” Jeff takes one too.

“no thank you, I have better shit” Eddie shows a joint.

“is that a joint?” You ask while putting your cigarette in your mouth and light it.

“yep” he nods “never tried it?”

“nope” you shake your head no.

“you should” Gareth smiles

“Im not really nice when I’m on drugs” you exhale. You feel Eddies eyes at you the whole time.

“Eddie also not, he’s always on drugs tho” Gareth jokes You smile and look at Eddie. You all continue talking but then you felt really cold.

“Im going inside its fucking cold.” You put your cigarette on the ground, you barely smoked but that’s okay.

“see you around” Eddie says while giving you his jacket.

“For me?” You take it carefully.

“yeah you can wear it, don’t want you to catch a cold” Eddie smiles, you smile back and put it on. It was oversized but it was warm and it smells like him.

“Bye” Gareth says. You wave and walk back inside, you hear them tease Eddie about you. You giggle and walk to the drinks.

“oh there are you” Chrissy walks over to you.

“oh.. hey”

“what was that with Eddie?” Chrissy sounds exited.

“We just talked a bit.. not much”

——-

“YALL COME PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN” Steve shouts. You talked some more with Chrissy and also got more even more drunk.

“you gonna play?” You ask Chrissy.

“yeah but don’t wanna kiss or anything”

“how does this game work?” You ask Chrissy while sitting in a circle with around 40 people. Not even all the people om the party.

“you spent 7 minutes in a closet with the person the bottle points to, you can do whatever you want in there.” She explains.

“I see” you nod. After 5 minutes everyone sits and you look around, seeing Eddie and his friends, Carol, Tina and some more popular girls, you also see Billy and other hot guys.

“Who’s having sex in there. Clean up your own shit.” Steve says and he sits down too.

“dear Y/N you start” Steve says.

“me? Why me?” You look up at him a little shamed. “because you brother does it always and you’re in his place”

“fine.” It was silent and you get up walking to the bottle. You hear already some boys whistling at you. You sigh and spin it. You don’t know how. You really don’t know but it lands on the only one Eddie Munson. You hear some people laugh or talking about you or saying ew.

“You guys stand there we still need to have two other couples because he have three closets” Steve points somewhere and you walk over there with Eddie following you. They all look at the other people spinning and you’re just really nervous playing with your skirt.

“We don’t have to do anything you know that?” He lays his hand on your back to comfort you.

“yeah” you nod quickly. The other couples where Tina with some popular guy and a nerdy boy and some other girl you don’t know.

“alright Y/N and Munson you take to closet upstairs next to the toilet” Steve says, you nod again and walk upstairs to the please Steve told you. You knew where it was. You open the closet and walk in as Eddie joined you close the door.

“Jesus it’s dark in hire” you giggle nervously.

“that’s the whole point darling, is this your first time?” He asks.

“yeah, you?”

“no. Fucked girls multiple times in closets” he chuckles. You giggle too and you sit on the ground taking his hand so he would do the same.

“We can ask eacother questions?” He asks

“Okay but not boring ones, alright?”

“Then let me ask the first, how many times did you have sex?” You felt that question coming.

“oh..uh.. don’t know..” you are a virgin.

“a-are you a..-?” He asks confused.

“Virgin? Yeah.” You kept it short.

“Wouldn’t have think that. You’re really pretty.” He holds your hands.

“well, thank you.” You blush. Eddie comes closer and stops before kissing you, you felt his hot breath on your face.

“can i kis-“ you awnser him with pressing your lips against his. He leans in further and slides his hand up to the back of your neck, you smile while kissing. One thing you remembered your ex liked is you sitting on his lap while making out. That’s what you did. Eddie puts his hand on your hips to help you, in meanwhile his tongue goes over your bottom lip and then in your mouth melting with yours. He was a good kisser. You pressed your hips further into his lap and you groan into his mouth while feeling his boner. He pulls fast away from the kiss.

“Sorry.. it isn’t because of you, don’t worry..” he tries.

“I’m a virgin but not dumb” you shake your head with a smile.

“well..” he smiles too. You push open the closet doors a bit to see if Eddies makeup is still good. You giggle and take your black lipstick out of your bag.

“so bad?” He asks.

“well..” you put it on his lips and fix some other things “not anymore”

“thank you darling” he wraps his arms around you. “Do you have red lipstick?”

You nod and give it to him. He takes it to fix your makeup also. You love him. Like really love him.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks giving you the lipstick back.

“sure” you look down at his beautiful brown eyes.

“uh-i just-“ he starts before you hear a knock on the door.

“SEVEN MINUTES ARE OVER Y/N” you hear Jason. You quickly climb off his lap and walk out of the closet. Jason was already downstairs again, you hold your hand out to Eddie and he takes it to get up.

“never mind.. I will tell you later” Eddie smiles while walking downstairs.

“but I wanna hear it nowww” you run behind him.

“noooo.. I will tell you later” he turns to you as he’s already back on the ground. He holds your waits and picks you up to help you get off the stairs.

“well thank you” you smile if he let go of you again. He nods and fixes your skirt a bit.

——

After two hours you guys were done with the game, you just had only one time in the closet with Eddie. Eddie needed to go with another girl also. Most of the people were already home. It’s 2 AM in meanwhile, you’re drunk as hell and suddenly Chrissy and Jason had leaved without you for some reason. You was dancing with Eddie not worried about anything anymore.

“you got the moves sweetheart” he chuckles, just a little bit drunk so he could drive you home.

“You got the mooovess!”you smile drunk.

“should we go to mine? So we can drink something there?” Eddie asks looking down at you. “suree” you nod. He takes you to his van and opens the door for you, you get in and put your seatbelt on.

“Let’s go” he puts a hand on your knee while driving to his home. You feel all comfortable around him, and you allow him to do that.

“did you like it tonight?” He asks starting the conversation.

“yes mostly in the closet” you nod “and youu?”

“same, but in the closet with you then”

“did you had sex with the other girl.?” You ask carefully.

“have you seen her? I mean okay I am a freak but she was so ugly” he chuckles.

“well then what did you do?”

“we talked, don’t matter it isn’t worth talking about” He holds your hand.

“What you wanted to ask mee?”

“I’ll tell you another time when you’re not drunk” he kisses your cheek.

“I love you” you look at him.

“Yeah, I know” he just says. A couple minutes later he parks at his trailer.

“this is where I live, it’s not amazing but it’s anything” he gets out and walks to your side opening the door for you.

“thanks you” you get out and follow him to the trailer after he closed the car door. He opens it with his keys and let you in first.

“ladies first” he grins.

“thank you gentlemen” you kiss his cheek before walking in.

“you wanna drink something?” He asks.

“vodka” you try.

“water? Alright it’s coming” he teases.

“okay..water is fine” you nod and sit on the couch, you look a little around. Eddie told you he lived with his uncle in a trailer, because his mom died and his dad is a criminal. It looks comfy in hire, it’s warm also a little messy but you already thought that it would.

“there you go” he gives you a glass with water then sits next to you. “thanks”you take a sip and put it down on a little table infrond of you.

“sooo..did you ever had a boyfriend?” He ask carefully.

“yeah, a long time ago”

“didn’t he wanna have sex with you then?” “didn’t wanna loose it because of him. Didn’t trust him.. besides I want you to fuck me for the first time”

“you’re drunk” he puts some hair behind your ear.

“so?”

“not gonna happen, you need to… how do I say that.. be the real you.? Does that make sense?” He wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“but now I’m not nervous or anything”

“I know. That’s why we not gonna do it. You need to think about it.” He smiles softly.

“Then tomorrow in the morning”

“you wanna stay the night?” He asks surprised.

“yes” you nod, and he gets up.

“let me change the sheets”

“No it’s okay. I don’t mind if you fucked girls on there or maybe even peed your pants” you giggle.

“You sure?”

“hundred procent!” You get up.

“okay then let’s go” he takes your hand and walks to his room. You follow behind him and look around in his room. It’s cozy and it smells like him.

“let’s see” he looks in the closet and gives you one of his shirts “you can wear this”

you take it and walk to the bathroom, he follows behind you.

“can I do it?” He asks.

“do what?”

“take your makeup off” he gets a towel.

“ofcourse you can” you smile. He makes the towel a bit wet with warm water and lays it down. He picks you up and sets you on the counter.

“don’t be scared when my makeup is off”

“don’t care how bad the face looks, pussy is always good” he says while getting the towel. It make you laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Mostly, but not with you. You’re special” he softly starts wiping it off your face.

“Awhh” you kiss his cheek. He smiles and continues wiping it over your face.

——-

“I’m so tired” you lay down on his bed with his shirt on and his boxers over your panties.

“Same” he had sweatpants on and he takes his shirt off. You gasp.

“you have tattoos?!” You look at him.

“I thought you knew” he lays down besides you.

“no I didn’t but I have one too”

“What is it?” “also a bat…under and a lil between my boobs”

“just know it’s hot” he smirks.

“you’re a flirt.” You lay your head on the pillow.

“and you’re gorgeous” Eddie gets comfortable and lays his hand on your hip. You smile and close your eyes.

“sleep well sweetheart” he kisses your head and you fall asleep.

——

You wake up literally laying on Eddie. You don’t know how you even came hire in his trailer but you’re not complaining. You had a dream about Eddie a really interesting dream, that’s the reason you’re really turned on.

You open your eyes to see Eddie still sleeping. Your head hurts because of all the alcohol yesterday, the only thing you remember from yesterday is talking with Eddie in the kitchen, meeting his friends and the closet thing.

You look down because you felt anything pressing in your tight and you realize Eddie must have a good dream also. You roll carefully off him, hopefully you won’t wake him up.

“stay” he mumbles and holds you tight.

“okay, but do you have uh-..a medicine? For my head” you look down at him.

“My nightstand” he mumbles still half asleep.

“Can I look in it?” You sit up on his lap carefully, now you feel his hard cock on your tight.

“M-mhm..” He rest his hand on your waist and falls back asleep. You open the nightstand or look in it, you see; condoms (opened), handcuffs, weed, cigarettes, other pills, lighters, lupe, and then finally you find what you where looking for. You see a glass with water standing on his nightstand.

“who’s is that.?” You look at him again.

“got it for you yesterday night already” he rubs your hips.

“thanks” you grab the glass with water and take the medicine. After you did you set the glass back and lay down again.

“did you know you’re hard?” You tease him.

“Did you know you’re wet?” He teases back and opens one eye.

“well maybe we can help eacother..? If you want to? I mean you don’t have to”

“I would love to, but I want you to realize that you can only lose your virginity once in your life sweetheart”

“I know, and I want you to do it” you smile soft at him being a hundred procent sure of your choice.

“okay then.. can you lay down?” He sits up and you roll off him.

“okay can I take the shirt off?” He sits on his knees between your legs. You nod and sit up, he smiles and carefully takes your shirt off.

“do you always not wear a bra at night?”He asks while looking at your boobs and the tattoo under them.

“I think most of the girls doesn’t.?” You shug your shoulders.

“youre perfect you know that?” That’s comment made you blush.

“you can touch me, I don’t mind” you takes his hands and put them on your hips. He nods and rubs your waist. You decided to lay down again, Eddies eyes go over your body, when they finally met your own eyes, he kisses you. You kiss him back, you’ve kissed him before, well.. yesterday but this felt different. A lot better.

He leans in further and ends up ontop of you, he holds himself up with his arms besides your head. You wrap your arms around his neck and start kissing with tongue. Eddie does the same in just the perfect rhythm. You wrap one of your legs around his waist and pull his weight down on you. That made him pull away.

“what are you doing?” He asks confused.

“wanted to feel you..” you talk against his lips. He smiles and gives you a pec.

“can I kiss your neck?” He asks.

“only if I can kiss yours after” you plays with his hair.

“sure” he smiles and starts kissing your jaw and kisses down to your neck slowly, what had you breath out a soft moan. You feel his smirk against your neck and he gives some kind of.. bites? Love bites you assume. Anyways it felt really good.

“you can leave those things” you whisper.

“hickeys?” He talks against your neck.

“yeah that’s what I meant” you nods. He continues and starts also sucking on a spot that felt heavenly. You moan a little louder. He pulls away and continues kissing your neck for about 5 minutes. The. You gently push him away and he looks confused.

“My turn” you smile as you start kissing his neck. He closes his eyes and looks up for you so you have more space.

“hickeys.?” You ask carefully.

“Ofcourse” he kisses your nose. You nods and continue kissing his neck, sucking his skin and using ur teeth just a little bit. At the end you leave three hickeys. Eddie started kissing your tits and taht felt so incredibly good, it had you whimpering.

“It’s so funny you make that much noises, probably cause you’re a virgin but I love it” he continues and you smile at his comment. He kisses all the way down over you belly to your shorts (his boxers).

“can I take them both off? I promise I will make you feel good” he rubs your waist again.

“Okay..” you nod just a little. Eddie takes them both down and he looks at ur pussy with he takes it off you ankles. He throws it away and takes his own sweatpants off also. When he’s done with that he lays between your legs.

“Did you know you’re perfect?” He looks up to look you in your eyes.

“you are too” you whisper.

“does this pretty girl touch herself?” He asks.

“Sometimes” you nod.

“who do you think off then?” He smirks a little.

“Umhh.. about a freak with dark curly hair, and he has a dnd club and an own band.”

“sound like a nice dude, I’m almost jealous of him” he chuckles.

“I love that dude” you giggle too.

“you crushing on that dude?” “yes holy shit, for months” You look at him with a smile.

“you want to be my girlfriend then?” He asks carefully.

“hell yes” you nod with a bigger simile. He smiles and he gives you a pec before he rubs a finger over your clit what had you moaning his name.

“Feels good huh?” He smirks. You nod.

“F-feels good..” he smiles and pushes a finger in really slow and carefully. You whimper as he start pumping in and out of you.

“I don’t even think I need to do this, guess you’re all ready” he kisses your neck in meanwhile he’s still pumping in and out of you with his finger. After maybe about 2 minutes he adds a finger, you moan even louder what had Eddie smiling proud.

“need you..” you whine.

“That’s what I wanted to hear” he smile and takes his boxers off. It was big, you haven’t see another in real life but you just know it’s big.

“condom? I saw them in your nightstand ” you look up at him again.

“I just wanted to get one” he kisses your forehead and grabs one out of the nightstand, he opens the package with his teeth and gets it out.

“need help.?” You ask watching him.

“I did it before” he chuckles while put it on his dick. Then he gets on top of you again.

“can you promise me you say stop if I need to?” He goes with his fingers over your cheek and puts some hair behind your ear.

“Promise” you were nervous. Really nervous. But you tried your best not to show him.

“Alright” he pushes his tip on your clit just lightly what had you already moaning, then he slides it down to you entrancing, and he starts pushing his dick into you just slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut, it hurts but in a good way.

“k-keep your eyes on mine, kay?” He looks at you, you respond with a nod and look into his eyes. He smiles and kisses your all face. After struggling a bit his full length is in you.

“good, tell me when you want me to move” He lays his head into your neck and gives soft kisses there. He mumbles some nice words to you while you trying to adjust to his size. It felt strange, it hurted but you’re still enjoying it.

“y-you can move Eds” you play a bit with his hair.

“alright, I’ll be gentle” he kisses your forehead and starts trusting in and out really slow and just a little bit. You keep looking into his eyes like he told you to. Eddie groans a little.

“H-how does that feel?” He look at you with the softest smile.

“Painful” you laugh a little. “But in a good way”

“just because you’re still laughing I think you’re okay” he chuckles. He starts speeding up a little bit, you gasp and lay your hands on his back. He starts helping you a little with kissing your tits and sucking your nipples, what felt really good and it almost had you over the edge. Eddie was also almost there from just seeing your perfect body.

“Y-you gonna cum baby?” He groans “you’re tight”

“yeah…a-almost..” you say out of breath. Eddie kisses your neck and with one hand he plays with your nipple and the other start rubbing your clit. What had you quick over the edge. You started to see stars and for a moment you were gone.

——

“Good girl” you feel lips pressed on your forehead. When you open your eyes again coming down from your high you see Eddie already in his boxers standing infrond of you.

“I’m a little embarrassed to tell this….” He says while giving you one of his boxers to put on.

“Hm?” You take them and put it on.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend, so you gotta teach me how to cuddle” he shrugs his shoulders.

“I had just one but we never really cuddled ..but come hire!” You pull him down next to you and he lays down. You lay against him and have your head on his chest.

“Just kind of hug me” you tell him. He nods and cuddles you. It felt really safe and right.

“like this?” He asks.

“Perfect” you cuddle back but suddenly there was a knock on the door of Eddies room. Eddie pits the blanket quickly over you to cover you boobs and more.

“yeah?” Eddie asks. Wayne opens the door and looks at Eddie and then noticed you.

“Am I interrupting anything?” He asks.

“just let us shower and we will come to the living room” Eddie says Wayne. You look at them both assuming that this was his uncle.

“okay” Wayne nods and closes the door behind him.

“uh-.. I got pumpkins yesterday to decorate them… would you like to do that with me.?” He asks taking your hands.

“I would love to” you smile at him. First you guys showered, then you met Eddies uncle and he cooked breakfast for you and then you did the pumpkins. You love Eddie and you always will. And this all started on a Halloween party.

HAPPPY HALLOWEEN YALL🎃🧡

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Laundry Day

Summary: This is a short one-shot (2830 words, approx.) where the Reader (Gender Neutral) has an undomesticated killer clown stopping by infrequently to use their shower and get his clothes cleaned. Some light domesticity, which is quite a feat, given this wild guy!

Trigger warnings: None this time, unless you really don’t like laundry, which is understandable.

Author’s notes: This was absolutely the first thing I wrote on a whim while trying to find my feel for Art. It feels very much like a toddler trying to learn to walk, so bear with me. Likes and reblogs are appreciated! It would be nice to know I’m not just filling up an empty room with no one in it. I hope to do some NSFW soon!

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Art was kind of hard to pin down. For anyone to really pin down, honestly. Those that knew him feared him, except you.

You can’t remember the exact date, but it was last year in October, and it was in the final week of the month, you think. That’s when you met him–that strange black and white clown who didn’t utter a single word. He was dressed up walking around the streets with a giant black trash bag slung over his shoulder. It was hard to miss him–he was covered head to toe in gore and dirt and mud. Poor thing looked miserable, and the wet flopping sounds of his shoes as he walked sounded a little uncomfortable.

Very clearly you can recall when he laid his eyes on you, and the way that he looked like he wanted to tear you apart, limb from limb. He approached you, and you hadn’t moved. Even when he stood a few mere inches away from you, then made the choice to jump at you to try and see if you flinched, nothing. That made him curious. Why didn’t you react? Most shrieked in horror or resorted to slinging insults.

“I… Have a washer and dryer back at my place. You wanna use it?” You asked him.

It was that single question that changed the trajectory of your entire life.

You didn’t have an ounce of self-preservation in your body that night, and to this day, you still don’t. Some things didn’t change.

Pan over to present time, months upon months later, where you’re in the same spot as you were the night that he took you up on that offer, sitting on a tiny stool in the laundry room with some clothes you were folding to put into the basket in front of you, spacing out until you hear the sounds of someone approaching. The bare footsteps are ones that you recognize, and you’re confirmed in your suspicions when you see him wearing nothing but a cotton white towel and his standard makeup. It was a little weird seeing him out of his outfit at first, but you’re used to it by now, and so is he, at you seeing him like this.

Evil was taking up residence in the vessel of a fleshy body that donned black and white. At first you wondered if he was human, but the longer you both spent together, you soon came to realize that he was something supernatural, and the more knowledge you had, the more questions it gave you. Why of all people, did he let YOU live? What did he see in you?

Art could have killed you. You knew this, and he knew this. It was a mutual understanding, but where else could a notorious killer have a place to hide, rest, have laundry done, take a shower, and eat all in one place without a care? You didn’t get in his way, and while you weren’t necessarily a murderer, you were at the very least complicit by giving the stray and feral clown a sort-of-but-not-really home.

“Hey, buddy! You look great.” You flash him a smile. “Feel better after the shower?” You’re never short of amazed at how he manages to keep his makeup so pristine. It always seemed to be in a flawless condition, even when he was looking rough.

Art takes a few seconds, raises his hands out wide to his sides to express how refreshed and brand new he feels, then drops them, giving an enthusiastic nod, eyes closed as he shows an even wider smile. You can see the flash of his teeth that look like they haven’t been brushed for at least... a while. He then brings his hands up to the front of him and gives a gentle clap, interlacing his fingers thereafter. The clown then gives you a few hopeful blinks and an innocently pleading look with a tilt of his head, looking at you, and then the washer and dryer.

“Oh, no,” You laugh. “It’s not ready yet. Still isn’t done with the wash cycle. You got your clothes really bloody, Art.”

And just like that, the puppydog-like eyes Art has been giving you disappear as he scoffs silently and impatiently. The clown’s arms go to fold across his chest.

“How many people did you kill exactly to get it that messy, Art?”

He gives a shrug and a turn of his head, as if asking for you to guess.

“Two?”

He gives you a ‘more’ gesture, hand held out and fingers wiggling which would otherwise look like he was telling you to come closer.

“Three?”

He’s still indicating for you to keep going.

“Four? Five?”

He raises his hand and tells you to stop, raising his finger.

“Five?”

A shake of his head no.

“Four, then.”

He points at you. You genius, you! You got it right! He’s smiling now again, clearly proud. He even gently claps for you.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” You answer. You’re not really feeling one way or another about it. The initial shock has kind of worn off. You stare down at the clothes in your lap briefly when you see Art staring down at the basket.

“Yeah. I’m doing my own laundry. Folding it is a little bit of a pain, but I’m almost done.” And it’s true, you were very meticulous with folding. Normally you’d just have your clothes in the basket and unfolded, but you were trying to be a little more diligent instead of just fishing out what you washed the week before and putting it on. You’ve been struggling a little doing it, too.

The clown begins to approach you, and is rather leisurely at that. He’s relaxed and in his element here, familiar with the environment.

Familiar with you.

That makes your heart flutter a little, your mind in a daze that’s short lived, because Art is now close enough to you that you have to give him your full attention. Sometimes you still wonder if each time he visits will be the last time, and that one day he gives into that irresistible longing which ends with him pulling your intestines out of your lower abdomen like he were performing one of those endless magic scarf tricks. He’s thought about it, and while he hasn’t told you, you know. Maybe it’s a kind of unexplained psychic link that you swear you have with him nowadays, or maybe it’s just the simple fact that at the end of the day, he is what he is at his core–a predator. And you’re just prey.

You tense up a little when he leans down in front of the basket of folded clothes, and you watch him come close.

“Oh, you want to.. Help me fold clothes?”

He doesn’t answer, instead lifting up the laundry basket in front of you, and before it fully registers in your head what he’s doing, it’s already too late.

“Hey–No, no, Art, don’t–!”

Almost thirty minutes of folding, spilling right on top of you as you were about to stand up and try to stop him. Piece after piece of clothing falls on you, around you, and all around at your feet from where you’re sitting. You even see him pretend as if it was all by accident, looking shocked, even as he tosses the laundry basket off to the side where the plastic container hits the wall and clatters to the floor. He likes to be funny sometimes, but other times, it’s like he’s testing you.

Your heart rate immediately speeds up and your muscles tense as frustration makes your blood simmer. But it dies just as quickly as it rises, a flame snuffed out as he watches for your reaction, as if wanting to see if you’d let your anger get the best of you. As if that’d give him incentive to strangle you with one of your own sweatshirts, should things go south.

He was a jokester at heart, and that was part of who he was. Often when he was here, he’d ruin something because he’d think it was funny, or he’d just be generally chaotic and straight up unhinged. One time a few dishes were broken, then one day he brought home a half chewed on rabbit you think he caught, a few months ago he took your entire collection of knives that you used for cooking, no doubt to stab and murder someone with. You remember that he took all your razors from your bathroom too. Another time, he took your toaster? Literally just walked out of the house with it in that Mary Poppins black trash bag of his. What was yours was also his when he came to visit, and at the end of the day, you know it was better that he fucked with the things in your house instead of you. In this instance, it was something less offensive than destruction or theft–he just foiled your attempt at trying to be a little better with your clothes.

Instead, you just sigh, and look up at him. He’s tilted his head back, mouth open wide, eyes closed, pointing at you, silently laughing hysterically. You just know that if he had a voice, it would be bouncing off the walls right now.

Your lips thin out into a small line, lifting upwards into a faint but tired smile. Art was always a reminder to you to maybe not take things so seriously… After all, you might not wake up tomorrow.

“Funny.” You give a soft chuckle. Art is now slapping his knees as he’s leaned forward, still pointing at you. He’s got some audacity, you think, standing there in nothing but a towel, but you just shake your head and keep your smile present. You’re not going to go back to trying to refold the clothes. So much for trying, you’re just going to shove them haphazardly in your basket and put it on your bedroom floor and keep pulling from it until there’s practically nothing left. Fuck that. You tried, and therefore no one could criticize you.

A hand with wiggling fingers is out in front of your face suddenly, and when you glance up, Art is now looking down at you. You take his hand with no hesitation, knowing that if you only rejected him, he’d keep putting his hand in your face until you listened. When you take hold of it, his grip is tight. Tight to the point where it’s almost painful. He yanks you up to your feet out of the pile of clothes and you have no choice but to glance up at him. He’s taller than you, standing at what you guess is a little over six feet tall. Being so close to him always manages to take your breath away at some point.

“Thanks, Art.”

He gives you a pat on the shoulder, then grips it firmly to where it hurts a little, and gives you a few gentle shakes before letting you go. It’s a little jarring, but you’re fine with it. You still keep your expression pleasant, and had your hand rested overtop of his until he decided to let go. You give a few laughs.

“Hey, I didn’t get the chance to ask you right away when you came in, but where is your friend? Is she okay?”

The little girl.

Sometimes she was here, sometimes she wasn’t. She left messes of her own in your house, and they were often unsavory ones that you weren’t sure what they were, and you didn’t like dwelling on them. Liquids, mysterious chunks of sticky substance, among other things. Art however, thought she was a high class comedian, and so you went with it. She meant well in her own way, you suppose. But like all children, she had a habit of getting into things she didn’t need to be in. It was just another level of stress for you, so as much as it’s a relief that she’s not here right now, you still can’t help but worry a little. That was Art’s friend. She brought him joy. And what made Art happy was good.

The clown’s demeanor shifts a little at that, to which he stares at you for a few seconds before once again asking for your hand, to which you give him it. This time, the grip is much tighter than the one he used to pull you up with. This is the same kind of grip that you just know was amplified even further to rip open torsos and rip faces clean off to the bone. You feel fortunate that he’s shown restraint, and that he cares enough for you to deliberately not want to hurt you. He leads you from the laundry room to the next room over–the living room. Your living room.

The living room is pretty plain and standard, the main attraction being the couch, coffee table, and what he’s gesturing towards in front of both of those things–the flat screen.

“Oh, the television! Yeah, of course.”

He sits you down on the couch first, before seating himself. He reaches for the remote on the table and surfs the channels until it lands on the news, displaying the show of a cleaned up scene of the crime stained with blood out on a neighborhood street from what you recognize is the next county over.

LOVING FAMILY MAN FOUND DEAD OUTSIDE OF ESTATE, the headlines read, before going on about how a man was found outside of his home, arms chewed on and with a few pens jammed through his eyes straight into his skull. Following the details, there’s the show of a single tiny hat, one that you immediately recognize that would have a pigtail jutting out of it.

So, that’s where she was. Did anyone actually see her? Could she only kill people that could see her? There was no sketch provided, nor is it seeming as if there's any sense of awareness as to who the hat belonged to in the news report. You knew that she was selectively visible to certain people, but what determined that? Art can’t help but silently laugh and point at the screen, going so far as to reach out over to you to show you the answer to your question, and most certainly for you to also appreciate his friend’s handiwork. You laugh out of politeness, though you’re not really feeling one way or the other about it. Your head is swirling with questions as you try to figure out the logistics of the case. Was that actually her hat?

Just as soon as the news of the murder was on the television, it moved on. Local news tended to not dwell on topics for too long. They had a list of updates to go through and a short time to allot for it.

“Stay tuned for the upcoming documentary on the infamous terror on the streets every October–The Miles County Clown. We suspect he’s back. More at eight.” The news reporter says.

Art enthusiastically points at the television while looking at you, and you give him a nod of acknowledgement.

“Glad you’re getting the attention you deserve.” You tell him, and he gives you an incline of his head and a smile, before showing how pleased he is with the chef's kiss gesture. You actually do genuinely laugh at that. His body language was always… Charming.

Advertisements start playing and there’s just the weather and now national news up next until eight. During that time, Art reaches behind you and puts his arm on the top back part of the couch. While it’s not over your shoulder, you still feel enveloped by him all the same as you sit crisscross applesauce next to him, fiddling absentmindedly with your hair, fingernails, anything to keep you stimulated as the news prattles on.

It was kind of nice. The intimacy and domesticity–if you could even call it that–which the two of you shared was a special one. You’ve seen him exposed like this, and he’s seen you dressed down in a similar fashion before. Neither of you thought much of it, but you at least would find your gaze wandering, and you’ve seen him do the same a few times in turn. The chemistry is undeniable. There’s something there.

It was going to be maybe another thirty minutes until Art’s clothes are done in the wash and need to be moved over into the dryer. Just in enough time for the documentary on the Miles County Clown, who was right next to you. You start to feel a little tired, fatigue taking over you as you begin to, against your better judgment most certainly, lean against him a little to doze off briefly.

And he lets you.

The Miles County Clown has his hand on your back now, giving it a few gentle yet firm rubs before returning his arm on the top of the back cushion of the couch, intently watching the television. He might not be mortal, but you are, and he seems to understand that.

Those thirty minutes of rest are going to come in handy for the level of attention you’ll need to give him when you wake up.

#terrifier 2 #art the clown #art the clown x reader #art the clown x you #terrifier #slasher x you #coulrophilia #minors dni #horror #slasher x reader #canon x reader

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disasterbijamietartt · 1 year

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Putting my Roy x Jamie tinhat back on!

In my queer Roy post I mentioned his double life with his yoga besties and compared it with Colin’s situation (in the sense of “which other character is shown to hide aspects of himself? Oh, surprise, the gay one!”), but thinking about it further I realised that essentially Jamie was leading a double life in season 1 as well.

Jamie was pretending to be someone he deep down was not to please his father. We saw the hints of the “real” Jamie mainly in his interactions with Keeley. He always was soft and sweet and fun with her. Even after their breakup he was open and vulnerable. No hint of him trying to hide his real self behind some mean and bitchy persona.

And then I noticed a big difference between Roy, Colin and Jamie: Colin and Jamie are true to themselves and don’t hide aspects of themselves when they’re around their intimate partners—Roy on the other hand is like two different people when he is around his yoga besties vs. when he is around Keeley (and Phoebe). He is softer with Keeley, yes, but … he is still keeping his insecurities from her, doesn’t like her to see him soft and vulnerable, even though she should be the person closest to him. And he obviously is keeping things from his yoga besties as well (who for sure are convinced he’s their gay mascot, you can’t convince me otherwise.) He seems repressed to a degree where he is never fully himself with anyone.

When I saw this gif set I also realised how this is the only time I can recall that Roy wears something that is not black-ish (aside from the Richmond kit, but that is not something he decides to wear)—interestingly it is a subdued orange; who else is wearing orange in this scene? (And who was wearing orange in Amsterdam? In the pride flag orange symbolizes healing, btw.)

The only colorful things Roy ever wears are his socks, that he can easily hide in his shoes. (Edit: The socks he wears in the scene mentioned above? Same colors as the pansexual pride flag.🤡)

I don’t know yet where specifically I’m going with this—maybe it just illustrates another way Roy x Keeley never truly worked, maybe I’m actually onto something with my queer Roy agenda, but the thought was nagging me, so I wanted to share it with you lol.

Anyway, if we get queer Roy we’ll likely know by tomorrow or at least get some less subtle hints.

(I’m so excited, like, not a shred of me believes they could still be going for Roy x Keeley endgame🤡, so I’m here with my clown makeup muttering to myself “Tomorrow we’ll find out whether they go Jamie x Keeley or Jamie x Roy (x Keeley, on the horizon)” and I’m not ready)

#my making roy kent queer agenda #my meta #roy x jamie #jamie x roy #royjamie #roy kent x jamie tartt #stuff I do at work instead of working

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yujo-nishimura · 8 months

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The captive

Comment: I haven't written anything like this in 20 years, so please be gentle with me and my attempt to be creative. ;) Buggy x reader - I do not know where this is going, just another story of someone who got caught by the great Buggy pirates and pretends to escape from his charm. ;) This is SFW and will be an ongoing story, might add some spicy segments later. ;) Warning: English is not my native language, I only write for the enjoyment, I have been a One Piece fan for 20 years, but not as dedicated as I am supposed to. ;)

After his crew mates brought you in and dropped you to your knees in front of him, Buggy exclaimed with joy, "Oh what do we have here?”

Sitting in his chair, his cheek casually resting on the back of his hand while his leg rested on the armrest, creating a sly smile.

"You look like you would be a wonderful addition to my freaks.” When Buggy raised your chin with his finger to face him, he grinned.

“Why did you bring me here? Where is the rest of my crew?”

Buggy chuckled, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he leaned in closer.

"Oh, my dear, don't be scared. You're in the presence of flashy greatness! As for your crew, well, they're no longer your concern. You see, I have a knack for separating people from their precious belongings, including their crewmates."

He twirled a finger in the air, gesturing to the room around you, filled with his loyal subordinates.

"They're all under my command now. But don't worry, they're in good hands...!"

Buggy let out a boisterous laugh, reveling in his own grandeur.

"You, my friend, have the honor of being in the presence of Buggy the Clown, the great and powerful captain of the Buggy Pirates. Consider yourself lucky!"

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a smug grin.

"Now, enough with the questions. It's time for you to entertain me. Show me what you're made of, or else I might just have to find a different way to be entertained by you..." His smile sends a shiver through your bones, you realize there is no way you can escape him.

“Please let me go. I have no skills and no time to entertain you.. I am heading for the next summer island on the Grand Line…”, realizing reasoning would not convince this clown you still try to be your usual rational self.

Buggy's smug grin slowly turned into a look of annoyance as he listened to your plea.

"Let you go? Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea who you're dealing with. Buggy the Clown doesn't simply release captives because they ask nicely. Besides, you underestimate the value of entertainment. Everyone has something to offer, even if they don't realize it."

He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.

"But if you insist on heading to your precious summer island, then I suppose I could make a deal with you. Join my crew, become my loyal subordinate, and I might consider letting you go on your merry way once I've had my fun. You see, I have a reputation to uphold, and having someone like you in my ranks would certainly add a touch of... unpredictability."

Buggy chuckled, his voice dripping with arrogance and something else you cannot really make sense of. Desire? Obsession?

"So, what do you say? Are you willing to become a part of my grand circus or will you continue to beg for your freedom like the coward you seem to be?"

You grind your teeth and consider your options in silence. Separated from your crew and without a ship you feel helpless and you know you won ´ t stand a chance. You stare at Buggys shoes in front of you. Somehow you cannot bring yourself to look at him. His piercing eyes, the smudged makeup on his face deeply irritate you and leave you with a sense of fear and strangely enough, also a feeling of excitement. Finally you find some strength in your voice:

“I have this map to the next island and it indicates that the island is full of treasures. If I lead you to that place and let you have the treasure all for yourself, are you willing to let me go? In the meantime I can be your navigator. This could be a good deal for both of us…”

Buggy's eyes widened with interest as he listened to your proposal. Leaning back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"Well, well, well, it seems you've finally realized the value of cooperation. A wise decision, I must say. If this map truly leads to a treasure-filled island, then I am more than willing to strike a deal with you."

He grinned, his eyes glinting with excitement.

"As my navigator, you will guide my crew and me to this island of riches. And once we've claimed the treasure, I shall honor our agreement and set you free. Of course, I will keep a watchful eye on you to ensure your loyalty. But fear not, if you prove yourself useful, there might even be a place for you in my crew."

Buggy's tone was filled with a mix of confidence and manipulation.

"Remember, I am not one to be crossed, so be sure to uphold your end of the bargain. Now, show me that map."

As you are trying to stand up and slowly approach him with the map in your hand you are trying to find a way to escape. While slowly walking towards him you think: Now or never! and instead of handing him the map you try to punch him - a fruitless and desperate endeavour.

Buggy, realizing your attempt to deceive him, swiftly catches your fist and effortlessly dodges your punch. He appears behind you in an instant, his breath tickling your ear.

"Oh, my dear, you really thought you could outsmart Buggy the Clown? How amusing."

His grip on your wrist tightens, preventing any further movement. You let out a surprised sigh.

"You see, I have eyes everywhere, and I always anticipate such feeble attempts. You've just made a grave mistake, my dear."

Buggy's voice takes on a sinister tone as he continues. It does not fail to send another shiver down your spine. You suddenly feel very weak in your knees. You realize you never stood a chance against him.

"Trying to betray me? That's not something I take lightly. Now, I suggest you reconsider your actions before I decide to make an example out of you."

To be continued

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #one piece buggy #buggy x you #buggytheclown #buggy live action #sfw interaction only

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buttercups-song · 8 months

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Hi! Episode one thoughts (spoilers ahead so beware I guess):

Babygirl is going Through it huh? Literally in the first scene when he’s running from Mobius he sounds so scared and confused, the way he desperately wants Casey to recognise and help him!

(Is the grainy effect on purpose or is my internet connection slow?)

The phasing looks horrible! (As in horrible for Loki not as in the effect is bad) also! I didn’t need to be told by Casey that Loki looks like he’s in pain! Like, I don’t want to know that! I don’t want to hear him scream in pain!! Like what the fuck

His hair is very cute though, I love his little curls

The actress who plays saraquel is here! Fair warning, if sir derek jacobi shows up I am going to throw up

The general is sus

Mobius protecting Loki!!! *already put my clown shoes on and now is doing the makeup*

I’m sorry are you telling me that wasn’t an alternative timeline mobius but past mobius?

Mobius is so worried! The conversation in the lift is peak married couple. Mobius joking to cover the fact that he can’t look at Loki being in pain!

Oh so Loki has to Violently rip himself from time and space huh? We’re just going to keep traumatising them? Okay then

Ha ha Loki putting his life in mobius’ hands! Yes I am very normal about this! Girlie with severe trust issues putting his life in another’s hands! Mhm yea and mobius risking his life for Loki! Literally begging Ouroboros for more time when it can destroy everything?

I love Sylvie so much ok? I love her character! I despise the pseudo-incestuous relationship they try to force! Let her live! She just wants to live a normal life and try new things! All her life they had to run and hide in apocalypses! Let them be a person without being in a relationship with literally the first person she clicked with!

#and that’s that for the first episode y’all #Loki #loki spoilers #Loki s2

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basicallyahedgehog · 2 years

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I wrote this a month ago, on a day when I needed to express some of my feelings about my gender. At the time I was certain that I would never show it to anyone. But all day I've had this nagging feeling that there is someone out there who needs to see it. If that person is you, I hope there is something in this that helps. Know that you aren't alone.

In terms of poetry, I don't know if this really qualifies. But hopefully it makes some kind of sense.

CW for mentions of periods, heavily implied gender dysphoria, strong gender stereotypes

How To Be Me

When I was born, they told me I was a girl.

When I asked how, they said I would know.

It’s easy, when you’re little

They dress you up in frills and bows

They’d coo over me as I cradled my dolls

What a perfect little mother she’ll be.

Tiny girls get to play in mud, put stains on their shorts

Tiny girls get to play all the games, before “games” becomes “sports”

When I went to school they told me I was a girl

When I asked how, they said I would know

You don’t get a choice when they give you the uniform

Tiny skirts that don’t touch your knee

Because why would a girl want to be free

All my peers seemed to be following guides on how to be

“How to be a boy” “how to be a girl”

But whoever handed them out had missed me

They put me in ballet, in ribbons and tights

And I loved it, the spinning and twirling

I wasn’t good at it, but I was me, and there, that was enough

Enough for the little girls in their pink skirts and shoes

Enough for the little boys, bucking social norms

Enough for my teacher, who saw past the stumbles

Saw past the wrong steps and wobbly legs

Enough to give me stickers for knowing big words

They put me in ballet, then they put me in tap

Where I didn’t have to be soft, graceful, pink

Where I could be loud, sharp, wear t-shirts and leggings

They put me in song and dance, and I got even louder

Because when you’re a clown or a Who

You’re not really anything but you

I’ve put it all away now, the tutus and shoes

But I won’t forget that feeling, the freedom to choose

I kept getting older and the gap got wider

Between who I was and who I was supposed to be

All the little girls who once were my friend

Turned their backs when I couldn’t keep up

I was the girl who followed all the boys

Who dug in the clay, filled her pocket with rocks

I shook off the rumours, the giggles and laughs

Why couldn’t I hold the hand of a boy who was my friend?

I remember being excited when they sent the boys away

They told us about periods, about pads, about tampons

I was eleven, and I thought that I had been given the book

With my little pouch of supplies I thought “not one of the guys”

So I waited and waited, breath in my throat

Through bras, pads, love and heartbreak

The book was there, just out of reach,

A roiling mess of hieroglyphs

I remember thinking “I’ll know when”

When my curves grow in, I’ll feel feminine.

When my period comes, if I learn to do makeup

The milestones passed, one by one by one

I watched, as my sisters grew, secure in knowledge I wasn’t given

It wasn’t their fault, that the pages they showed me were blank

That the book they held out slipped through my grasp

I watched as they followed a path I just didn’t have

They told me I was a girl, there was no other choice

They told me I should know, that was my job

They watched me struggle, told me I’d find it in time

They added more labels – woman, Mrs, wife

Buried me under a pile of norms and expectations

That no one taught me how to meet

Just a late bloomer, a tom boy, unique

They told me there was only one way to live my life

But I know who I am now, out here on my own

Not a boy, not a girl, not even in between

I’m a them, a they, an “I love their style”

For the first time in my life, I almost feel seen

But how do I tell them – all the “binary” thems

That “she” never existed, that I finally feel free

That I did get a handbook, that day I was born

They gave me a handbook called “how to be me”

#turns out a lot of my childhood makes sense now I know I'm nonbinary #this is both terrifying and cathartic #so many people here have helped me understand my transness #i hope this can help one other person #CW: gender dysphoria #nonbinary #trans #transgender #queer #lgbtqia+

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speckle-the-crow · 9 months

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Tonnyjul drabble/oneshot I wrote late at night and hardly proofread that I'm not gonna post on ao3 (it has 0 plot and was just writing practice for me)

Wordcount: 1.2k words

Again, this fic has 0 plot. I wrote this to practice on writing more descriptive scenes. In the future, I might add in this or certain lines into other fics because there's some stuff I really liked in this!

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The sound of the knife tip snapping off and clattering to the dirt ground was enough to make Julia cringe. As if that wasn’t enough, the collective gasp of the audience finalized it. She already knew this memory would keep her up many nights (if the others weren’t enough already).

“Why are you still upset? It’s alright, nobody remembers it now.” Tonny hummed after the two got backstage. He was taking off the green costume he wore during the performance. It was a slight workout taking off the clothing, as it stuck tightly to the skin with the help of the circus heat. He replaced it with a just as equally ugly outfit for his clown act.

“Because it’s embarrassing! I screwed up the one performance I have in front of the crowd. Did you not hear the gasp?”

Tonny shrugged, putting on some oversized shoes. “Accidents happen. The good news is nobody got hurt.”

Julia muttered something to herself about her hat being too big to see rightly.

“It’s over now. The sooner you can stop thinking about it, the better.” He told her softly.

Tonny was well familiar that when Julia got upset, she often lashed out, little things easily adding to her mood. How she blew up at him when they first officially met and then again when he found her running around in Aspett. He could tell that another anger strike was coming.

“I don’t think it’s that bad. The outfit fits you.” Tonny smiled at her.

“Are you saying I have a big head?” Julia growled.

“What!? No, I just think the whole… mushroom thing looks nice on you.” He awkwardly waved his hand towards her. Well, shit.

“Mushroom thing?” Julia stared at him. Looks nice on me??

“You look like a fairy- in a magical way. The makeup, the ear extensions, just everything. If you’re not comfortable wearing the outfit, we can change it. My top priority is that everyone feels comfortable.”

Julia stared at him, picking up on his awkward and nervous stammering.

“I’m not saying it’s bad- but don’t keep the outfit if you don’t like it…”

She rubbed her face with a tired sigh as the ringleader kept rambling on and tuned him out. Gosh, he was really getting on her nerves. All this time Julia was wondering how she’d kill Tonny when in the end, she was sure she was going to strangle him. She did not have it in her to deal with his awkwardness, whatever made him more boyish near her.

“And what about you? You like that outfit?” She half-snapped at Tonny, who was almost completely changed into the clown costume. The only thing missing was the face paint.

“What about it?” Tonny looked down at his outfit, observing his large shoes and puffy pants.

“For starters, the god-forsaken shoes.”

Tonny once again re-shifted his gaze towards the large shoes. He was so happy he finally found comically large shoes that fit him rightly and didn’t make a noise when walked. Seeing as how the whole circus was slowly falling apart (from crew members to knives), Tonny felt like the shoes were one of the best things the circus had to show.

“I like them.” Tonny tapped his foot on the ground softly, grabbing white face paint.

“Not surprised.” She muttered, sitting down on a crate.

A second passed when it clicked what she said. “Rude. They’re meant to be like this.”

“Did you willingly offer to be a clown?”

“Is that supposed to be an insult?”

“No. I’m genuinely curious about how you got stuck with that act.”

“Well, when we became a circus- you remember Dotty’s story from a month or so ago, right? Anyways, we started filling in basic roles. Silk dancers, fortune tellers, clowns, you understand it. And nobody wanted to be a clown and I got forced into it because I’m the leader.”

“Leader and a clown? Which one is easier?” Julia chuckled.

Tonny held back a tired sigh. It’s like she’s becoming more like Sahed every day. I don’t like her spending time with him.

“They’re both hard in their own ways. But also similar.” Tonny answered, trying to play off Julia’s sharp tongue to be because of a certain ah’kon. Telling himself that’s why he’s slightly hurt overhearing her talk like him. Not because of the time she spent with Sahed slowly made her change the way she spoke and acted.

Wasn’t there an old saying that if someone likes another person, they adapt to become more like them? The ringleader glanced around, looking for the makeup brush.

“It’s in the drawer. Dotty cleaned everything and moved stuff around.” Julia had taken off her hat and was running her hand over the gills of the fake mushroom. This was now a common ritual and she’d quickly learn the order of his costume transformation.

Tonny opened one of the drawers and saw a brush with bristles slightly stained blue roll around. He grabbed the brush and the face paint, making eye contact with Julia in the old, stained mirror. The exaggerated red blush, the white freckles, the pointed ears. She looked like a fawn who’d just woken up in a field of flowers. It was a sight he wouldn’t mind seeing every day- he sometimes stole a glance at her during performances. Julia stared back at him, a tired but soft look in her eyes. Tonny felt himself become a bit lighter due to the softness in her gaze. Maybe Sahed hadn’t fully influenced her. Maybe there was some part of her that Tonny could find, a part that could be just for the two.

Realization struck Tonny as he realized that he’d been staring. He quickly applied the eye makeup, glad that the white face paint was thick enough to cover the slight burning on his cheeks. He hurriedly finished the blue face paint and the red nose (he refused to wear an actual nose accessory, as it made it hard to breathe with all the running around) and tossed on his wig in a quick motion, fixing it slightly to be more centered. Julia had watched this process multiple times- the way that Tonny was able to change from ringleader to knife-throwing performer to a ginger clown had always impressed her. It seemed each costume had their own personality too.

“The show must go on,” Tonny nodded, walking out of the tent swiftly. Every time he put on the wig he would exit the tent repeating those same five words. Julia thought that it was likely the equivalent of sweeping a bunch of items off a large table and laying out a map to explain a plan- something she’d always see the kids pretend-play in the schoolyard. It likely made the ringleader feel cool.

“The show must go on,” Julia repeated to herself, putting the hat back on. She should really pick up the knife remnants before a kid tried to swipe it as a souvenir.

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If you see me

synopsis - y/n and her squad: hyunjin, felix, han, jeongin and hana, are coming to their educational ends as they all start their final year of uni. will their high be ruined by the proximity of someone who deflates their moods?

part 4 - bowl stars

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You tried to set aside the nerves of the night as Hana consoled you.

“Y/N. Pretend he isn’t there, we can have a good night without him ruining it.” Her soothing hand came to your back whilst you tried to calm down. The anxiety of not seeing him for three months really took a toll on you, and you weren’t sure how you were going to cope with seeing him again.

“I’m just scared like…what if other girls are with them? It’s not something i want to see, Hana.” You threw your head into your hands, careful not to ruin the pretty makeup you had just applied. “If he is, fucking let him. Things ended on bad terms with you guys, he will do anything to see you hurt. Come on, Hyunjin’s waiting outside.”

Some truth was in her words. Things did end on bad terms, but that didn’t mean that you both had to fuck other people to score points. You were pretty certain that you’d end up throwing a bowling ball at his head if he even smiled at another girl. Still, that wasn’t your place anymore.

“Hurry! We’re going to miss our slot.” Han spoke from the back seat window, pouring and whining as usual. “Shut it, or i’ll roll that window up and trap your head.” Hana laughed as she sat next to him in the car. Their banter always made you laugh, the way they just go back and forth like brother and sister was humorous.

Hyunjin’s headlights lit up your apartment before reversing out of the driveway. Your stomach was doing butterflies at the thought of him being there.

“How you feeling, babe?” Felix cocked his head over his shoulder from the passenger seat to speak to you. “I’m feeling good but…where’s Innie?” You queried, noticing there wasn’t enough seats for him in the car. “He’s running late, so he’s going to meet us there.” Hyunjin spoke, not sparing anyone a glance as he coolly drove the car.

“I think we deserve to get big, fat, fucking wasted tonight. Who’s with me?” Han’s loud voice echoed through the car, making you wince. He always knew the right ways to lift the mood and make everyone laugh, no matter the situation.

“Me!” Everyone shouted in unison as Bowl Stars came into view.

“Fuck, shit. I don’t know if I can do this.” A finger came to your mouth anxiously whilst it all became too real. “Y/N, come on. We’ll beat his ass.” Hyunjin smiled as he held out his hand for you to take. You frowned. “No!”.

“Chill, he’s only joking. Come on, let’s have some fun.” Your bestest friend, Felix, held your hand as you all walked inside.

It never changed. Even the exterior was as beautiful as the interior. Fluorescent lights of pinks and purples lit up your features as you became close. ‘Bowl Stars’ was illuminated in blue on the outside of the building.

“Hi, a booking under the name of Hwang?” Hyunjin took himself to the front desk as the rest of you trotted behind, conversing in everything that wasn’t important. “Perfect, it’s bay 3. Have a fun time!” The kind lady bid him, smiling as you all walked through.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to wear them ugly shoes.” Hana stated as you all found your bay. It was near the middle but more so to the left of the arena. Luckily, there was no sight of him yet, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be there at all. “Me too, I always feel like a clown in them.” You laughed and sat on the oval leather sofa.

“My guysss!” A familiar voice echoed through the alley, turning your head to see a very happy Jeongin plowing through everyone. “Innie!” You ran up and hugged him. You knew him the longest out of everyone and he was like your brother.

“Okay, who’s shit at bowling and who’s actually good here?” Han caught everyone’s attention as he made a stand. “I’m pretty shit.” You raised a hand, admitting to your awful abilities of rolling a ball down some slippery wood.

“I’d say I’m pretty good.” Hyunjin shrugged, resting his arms on the back of the sofa.

“Okay, Hyunjin and Y/N, you two are together with Jeongin. Me, Hana and Felix will be a team.” He announced. You weren’t too sad about it, but a part of you wanted to be on the same team as Felix since it was always that way.

It seemed like Minho never existed as the night went on. The scores were almost even as Han’s team took the lead. You were having so much fun that you hadn’t even realised him entering the arena. Yet, it was his laugh that caught your attention. He sat on the far right of the arena with Chan, Seungmin and Changbin. None of them were looking in your direction, apart from him.

“Y/N, it’s your tur-oh,” Jeongin tapped your arm but soon realised what you were doing.

Your eyes were locked with his, and it deafened you to everything around. There was a glint in his eye that was unreadable, yet still played a cocky smirk upon his cheeks. You took it within all your willpower to not go over there and smack it right off his face, but you knew you’d get banned from Bowl Stars.

"He's not worth it." Felix tugged your sleeve and brought you back to your senses. "I know, I'm sorry guys. I don't want to ruin the night." You spoke whilst keeping eye contact, turning your head slowly to regroup with your friends. "Don't be sorry, just eat this and sip this." Han came close to your face, shoving the rest of his burger into your mouth before making you gulp down some coke.

Minho infuriated you.

“So, drinks after? Where are we going?” Hana spoke as she gathered her things up before leaving. “I know a place.” Hyunjin took the lead as usual, sipping his iced coffee as he strutted along. You stifled a laugh at him — seeing him act cool in front of Minho and his friends was so unlike him. “You’re walking like you’ve shit yourself, Hyune.” Jeongin remarked and made everyone burst into laughter.

“Shut up. I’m trying to look badass in front of that asshole!” He shoved Jeongin’s arm. Jeongin shoved him back, almost knocking him into a shelf of bowling trophies near the exit. “Guys! Stop it. Hyun, you’re cool already.” You smiled before ruffling his hair on the way out.

The relief that hit you as you exited the arena was like nothing else. You felt as though you were floating from the uncanny tension rising from your shoulders.

“Weren’t too bad, was it?” Felix joined you in walking behind the others, taking your hand in his as you both strolled along through the car park. “No, Lix. It still hurts to see him but I can’t help being filled with pure rage every time he locks eyes with me.” You stressed, not even realising the grip you had on his poor hand. “Ouch,” He winced — instantly making you loosen and apologise. “It’s normal to feel that way. It will all be okay, we can go and get drunk now.” He giggled whilst playfully massaging your shoulders.

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Disco was a small and hidden club nearby your area. There was one door, with an illuminated sign above it reading ‘Disco’. Most uni students attend this club - purely because it’s cheap and small — but also because it’s extremely local to the university. You had only been here a couple of times, each time being great, but you still weren’t in the best of spirits.

You kept wondering what he was doing, what he got up to after you left. Did anyone else join them? When will he go home?

It wasn’t your place anymore, and that’s what hurt the most.

“Proof of ages, please.” The scary looking bouncer stood with his large chest at the entrance. All of you scrambled around in your belongings before finding your ID’s.

“That’s because of you, Felix. You look twelve years old.” Han joked as you all entered. The music was already blaring from the dance floor but it didn’t seem too packed.

“Saturday nights are meant to be fucking crazy in here. I’ll go find a booth.” Hana stated and walked off with Jeongin and Han. You, Felix and Hyunjin all went to the bar to order some drinks.

“You guys been here before?” You asked them both as they walked either side of you to the bar. “I hooked up with a girl here last week.” Hyunjin stated, as if it was normal as anything, whilst taking a seat on the bar stool. Though, it didn’t shock you, he was like a real like fucking angel after all. “This is my first time.” Felix almost whispered out, too concentrated on reading the menu with squinted eyes.

“Hi guys, what can I get you?” Mingi, the bartender, came over with a smile. “Hey, Ming. Can we get two Mojitos and four Vodka and Cokes please?” You leaned over the bar and paid. First round was on you, always. You didn’t mind though, because then everyone takes in turns and they always get too drunk to remember your next round.

He slid the tray over with all six drinks on, letting Hyunjin grab them. Your clumsiness was well known in the group.

Hana found a booth to the left of the dance floor with a perfect view of the entrance and toilets.

“So, who’s excited for uni on Monday?” Jeongin sipped on his drink. You stayed quiet as they all conversed. A part of you did feel excited, but another part of you completely dreaded it. Knowing you were going to be in class with him, even potentially being partnered up with him, made you feel utterly sick. “Y/N?” Hana nudged your arm and brought you back to reality.

“Huh? What was the question?” You lied. You’d heard it, but you really wasn’t sure if you were excited or not. “Are you excited for uni?” Jeongin parroted from the other side of the booth.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely ecstatic.” You pulled your lips into a tight smile.

Your heart dropped every time the entrance door opened. Why was you hoping for him to walk in so bad? It would only hurt you more, and you were already still feeling glum from seeing him at Bowl Stars.

“Did you guys hear that Mingi is fucking Yeji? They were the last people I was expecting to be doing things.” Hana spilled the gossip. She was friends with absolutely everyone, so if she knows about it, you guys do too. “What?” You almost choked on your drink at the sudden information. “But he’s so..nice and she’s such a bitch?” Felix chimed in. He was right. She was one of the reasons that you and Minho broke up, meaning to or not, you’ll never forgive her.

“I’m just heading to the toilet.” You confessed before sliding out of the booth. It seemed like a mile walk. The first drink was already going to your head and if you weren’t careful, you could’ve genuinely wet yourself.

The toilets were cold and eerie and you couldn’t wait to get out of there. That’s after touching up your makeup, of course. You patted the gloss into your lips before fiddling with your hair. “Perfect.” You whispered to yourself and exited the disgusting toilets.

From afar, you could see an extra body sitting next to Hyune. In your space. You even squinted your eyes to get a better look, but as you got closer, they became more clear than anything.

“Chan, what are you doing here?” You laughed nervously as you realised that if he’s here, Minho’s here. “Hey, Y/N. Just decided to come out for a drink. I’ll leave you to it now.” He smiled awkwardly before getting out of the booth and walking away. Your eyes followed him, desperately searching for your ex boyfriend that you hated so much. But, you couldn’t see him. All you could see were people your age on the dance floor and getting drinks. Some kissing, some chatting and some grinding on each other.

“Well, that was fucking awkward.” Han spoke, wide eyed and sipping his drink sassily. “You’re telling me.” A sigh left your lips as you sat back down. “What did he want?” You couldn’t help but ask.

They all exchanged strange glances but still didn’t say a word.

“Guys?” You fiddled with the hem of your shirt as Felix spoke, “Minho is here. He actually said he wants to talk to you.”

“What?” For the second time this evening, you almost choked on your drink. Those were not the words you were expecting to leave Felix’s mouth.

“He’s over there, Y/N. Go speak to him.” Hyune placed a comforting hand on your back with a small smile. “No, I can’t. Why would he want to speak to me? What if he kills me, what if he chops-,”

“Y/N, shut the fuck up and go talk to him!” Han yelled over you.

You procrastinated for a moment, chewing your lip as you wondered about things.

“I don’t even know where he is.” You shrugged and looked around the busy club. “I’m certainly not going to walk around and look for him like a lost puppy.”

“Stop being so stubborn. He said if you don’t find him, he’ll find you. You’re not getting out of this.” Hana pushed you from her seat and you stood up.

“How do I look?” You tucked a hair behind your ear, heart beating hundreds of pumps a second as you stood up.

“Hot as fuck. Now go find him.” She spoke.

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