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anythingforjtk · 7 months

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Scream for Me

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word count: ~2,500

Warnings: alcohol, cursing, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it up!), light choking, fingering, mentions of murder (not seriously), minors DNI!!!

a/n: I wanted to pick a halloween fic topic based off of the list @hearts-hunger created! I picked topic 17 (halloween party) It’s different from the other fic I recently wrote but it was fun to make! enjoy the halloween jake smut 👻

“y/n would you hurry up! The uber will be here in two minutes!” Shouts your best friend Cam from the bottom of the staircase.

The two of you are about to leave for a Halloween party. You decided to go with a classic yet sexy costume, a pirate. You’re wearing an off the shoulder long white dress with a corset around your waist. You are covered in silver jewelry: necklaces, bracelets and earrings. You opted for a dark smokey eye and eyeliner in your waterline. Your finishing touches include fishnet stockings, black boots and a red bandanna over your hair.

“I’m coming Cam!” You reply before throwing your phone and keys into your purse and running down the stairs to meet her at the front door.

“You may have taken forever but I can see it was worth the wait, you look sexy girl. Now let’s go!” Cam pulls your arm and drags you through the front door, guiding you towards to uber.

Once you get inside of the car you finally have time to take in and appreciate her costume.

Not only is she dressed as Pennywise from the movie IT, but she is the sexy version. She’s wearing a white corset top, embellished with red pom-poms, small white shorts, clown makeup and a pretty orange wig.

“I admire your ability to be scary, funny and sexy all at once. You truly have a talent,” you giggle to her.

“Oh what can I say my dear? I’m multifaceted,” Cam says as she jokingly flicks her orange wig behind her shoulder.

The ride to the party is fast, only lasting about fifteen minutes. You both hop out of the car when you arrive and hook arms, walking to the front door together.

The party is hosted by Cams new boyfriend Daniel. You have only met him two times but he seems like a sweet guy.

Cam opens the front door without knocking and you’re immediately transported into a Halloween wonderland. You didn’t expect so many decorations.

The lighting in the house is dim. There are string lights and cob webs hanging from every inch of the ceiling. You see black and red streamers hanging from the walls and candles lit on every table. The kitchen island was filled with spooky treats and alcoholic punch. It is very impressive for a twenty-something year old guy.

“Wow Cam,” you shout over the loud and eerie music. “Daniel really goes all out. This is amazing.” You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor.

“Isn’t it?!” She doesn’t seem shocked by his effort, only proud.

There are a good amount of people in the house. Not too many but not too little. Just enough for a comfortable party.

“Im going to search for Danny,” Cam shouts over the music into your ear. “Go get some punch and i’ll meet up with you when I find him.”

She runs off and you’re now left to fend for yourself.

You take her suggestion and walk over to the kitchen island to get a drink. You are completely sober currently and in need of something to lighten your anxiety.

Your pour yourself a class of the punch and it’s delicious. It’s strong, but really good. It is the perfect drink to get you drunk fast without feeling the burn of consuming alcohol.

You lean against the counter while sipping your drink and begin to people watch. You love taking in everyone’s costume choices. Some people are opting for a scary approach, some look beautiful and some look funny. It is interesting to see what people choose. As you’re looking at the crowd, you feel a presence beside you.

You look over to see a man wearing black from head to toe. He’s wearing black skinny jeans, black chelsea boots and a black shirt that is holding on by one button.

You think the outfit is rather sexy but you can’t see his face. That is because he’s wearing a Ghostface mask.

He speaks, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hey I haven’t seen you at one of Danny’s parties before. What are you doing standing over here alone?”

His voice is kind and boyish but raspy. It’s very attractive.

“Oh my friend just recently started dating him so this is my first time here. I don’t really know anyone but her and she’s looking for Daniel,” you reply.

He extends his hand out to you, “Well my name is Jake. Now you know someone else.” You can’t see his face but you can almost hear it in his voice that he’s smiling.

You reach out in return, shaking his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Jake. I’m y/n.”

“Well y/n, I must tell you that I was intrigued to come over here and talk to you because you’re dressed as a pirate and if there’s one thing about me, I find pirates to be very intriguing.”

A blush comes across your face. You hope he can’t really see it through the mask he’s wearing.

“I hate to disappoint you Jacob but,” you lean in closer and whisper towards his ear, “I’m not a real pirate. Don’t tell anyone tho.” You shush him by putting your finger over your lips.

He giggles genuinely at your attempt at a lame joke.

Jake speaks up from behind the mask, “Well then you should know that i’m not a real cereal killer.”

“Oh damnit. I was kind of hoping you were,” you reply. Although you weren’t actually hoping that, the idea of a sexy and dangerous man in a mask turned you on.

“I mean, I can be anything you want me to be tonight darling,” Jake says with sex dripping in his voice.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the halloween party or the masked man in front of you but you wanted Jake to take you away from this party immediately.

“If you take me somewhere quiet i’ll show you exactly what I want from you mr. Ghostface. Just as long as you don’t kill me of course.”

Jake grips your wrist firmly and guides you up the stairs and away from the party noise at a fairly quickly pace.

He throws your body into what looks like a guest room, slams the door shut, locks it and pushes your body against the wall.

The room is dark, only lit by the moon in the night sky.

Jake begins to grab the bottom of his mask, getting ready to reveal his face to you but you quickly grab his hands to stop him.

“Keep it on.”

His strong hand then snaps around your neck. You can’t quit see his eyes but you know he’s staring at you like you’re his next meal. He slowly moves his head so his mouth is hovering over your ear.

“I like you sweetheart.”

You slowly begin to smirk, knowing he’s willing to keep it on.

His hand leaves your neck and slowly travels down your body. He lifts your skirt up, revealing your black thong covered in your fishnet tights.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

You nod your head quickly in reply.

His hand shoots back around your neck. “Words baby.”

“Y- yes. Yes it’s okay.” You struggle to say through your heavy breathing.

“Good girl,” he says while lowering his hand beneath the band of your thong. His fingers reached your heat and he begins swirling his middle and ring finger in your wetness.

Without much warning he shoves both of his fingers inside of you. You gasp at the sudden contact and grab at his strong forearm to ground yourself.

“How fast do you want it baby?” He questions, wanting to know the proper way to please you.

“Fast and hard,” you moan out to him while leaning your head back against the wall behind you to prepare yourself.

His fingers start plunging in and out of you at a painfully delicious speed. He curls his fingers at just the right angel to hit a spot that makes you nearly scream.

You feel sweat beading on your forehead as he drives his fingers into you. You squeeze around him as you feel yourself starting to unwind.

“Come on pretty girl. You’re about to cum, I can feel it. Be so good for me and cum on my fingers.” he demands.

Hearing his silky voice speak those words to you were enough to have you unraveling on his hand.

“fuuuckkkkkk,” you scream out at a volume too loud considering there are other people in the house.

When you come down from your orgasm he gently pulls his hand away from your core.

“Open up,” he requests.

You follow his order. He places his two fingers onto your tongue. With his other hand he guides your chin to close around his fingers and he slowly pulls them from your mouth as you suck them clean.

You look down at his pants and see how painfully hard he is. You softly trace your fingers over his bulge and he sucks in his breath sharply as if you were hurting him.

“I want all of you. I want to feel you,” you say to him.

He picks you up from under your ass, carries you over to the bed, and slams you down.

While hovering over you with his hands on both sides of your head Jake says, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

He removes his jeans and boxers while you remove your corset and dress.

He’s left in nothing but his low buttoned shirt and his mask, while you’re in just your tights and a thong.

You make eye contact with his dick and notice how thick it is. It excites you so much that you notice your wetness pooling beneath you.

“You don’t have to stare honey, it’s all yours tonight,” Jake giggles to you, noticing where your eyes have been lingering.

“Then what are you waiting for Jacob? Give it to me,” you demand from him as if you’ve grown impatient.

He wastes no time and crawls on top on you on the bed and you both move up until you hit the headboard.

He reaches down to your core with one hand and rips your fishnet tights to create a hole.

You feely annoyed that he ripped your clothing for one minute until you realize you were never going to wear them again anyway.

His hands begin to explore your body. He grabs at your breasts, massaging them firmly. He rolls your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as you let out a heavy breath of ecstasy.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he compliments you.

“I’d say the same for you mystery man but I haven’t seen your face yet,” you wink back at him.

He chuckles in response to you and continues working his hands over your body.

“Please Jake I need you now,” you practically beg him.

“You need me to what darling?” He mockingly asks you, wanting to hear you plead for it.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck you baby? Is that what you need?”

“Yes. Yes. Please,” you almost sound like you’re crying.

“Oh baby… I’ll fuck you so hard someone will think you are getting murdered in here.”

He pushes your thong to the side and lines himself up with your core. He snaps his hips against yours in one quick motion, causing you to shriek. He begins rapidly pounding into you.

He quickly grabs and pillow and puts it under your hips, making the pleasure triple. You grab at his back and dig your nails into him, slowly running them down his back, hoping to leave him with a memory of tonight.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good around my cock,” he says through his staggered breathing. “Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes Jake you feel so good inside of me I never want you to fucking leave,” you shout back to him.

Your response to him causes him to moan deeply in chest, so much so that it sounds like a growl.

He grabs one of your legs and wrap it around his waist so he can reach a new angel. Between the pillow placement, your position, and his rapid thrusts, your body is experiencing a feeling it never has before.

You can feel his dick brushing past your g-spot causing you to yell out his name and a string of curses.

You start to squeeze around his cock, getting close to your release. You can tell he’s almost there too as you feel him twitch inside of you.

“Cum with me y/n. I want you to soak my dick as I finish inside of you. Come on baby you’re almost there. Be good for me.”

His final praises bring you to the finish line as your body shakes through a mind bending orgasm. You let out a chorus of yeses and grab at his arms with all of your might. As you’re finishing you feel him twitch inside of you.

You both come down and catch your breath before he pulls out of you and falls onto his back on the bed beside you.

You turn your head to look over at him, still wearing the Ghostface mask, “That was fucking amazing.”

“Holy shit, yea it was,” he responds. “Can I take this fucking thing off now,” he laughs referring to the mask on his face.

“Oh please do,” you reply.

You feel nervous watching him begging to situate the mask to lift over his head. You have no idea what he looks like yet but you had been extremely attracted to everything he’s offered so far and there was no denying he is the best sex you’ve ever had.

The mask gets fully yanked off of him to reveal one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen.

You gasp out loud.

His hair is shoulder legnth and chestnut brown. His eyes are dark and filled with honey. His thick eyebrows and long eyelashes compliment his deep eyes so well. He has a strong and sharp nose and plump pink lips. He smirks slightly at you, revealing his perfectly straight teeth.

“What? Did my face scare you sweetheart?” He asks as a joke.

You press your body into his and brush the sweaty hair sticking to his face behind his ears.

“The only thing that scares me is how attracted I am to you,” you say in full seriousness.

“You’re in luck because I feel the same way about you.” He gives a quick peck to your nose. “Give me your phone. Let me put my number in it.”

You reach down to the floor where your purse was thrown and grab your phone from it.

You hand it over to him and let him type in his contact himself.

When he hands the phone back you look down to see the information he filled out and giggle at the screen.

His number was put in its rightful place and his contact name was labeled as “Ghostface🔪”

#jake kiszka #jake kiszka blurb #jake kiszka x reader #gvf x reader #gvf fic #gvf one shot #jake kiszka x y/n #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka fic #halloween fic #jake kiszka fanfic

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the-obnoxious-sibling · 6 months

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i know the easiest way to resolve my two wolves dilemma about the near miss notfic is for buggy to be the one in disguise, okay? i know. i just haven’t been able to figure out why he’s in disg—okay, no, i’ve got it now.

(another self-indulgent “shanks/buggy post-roguetown, pre-luffy” encounter below the cut)

buggy, lately called “the clown,” is not usually a pirate given to subtlety or discretion. he wants word of his wicked deeds to spread far and wide! if people are afraid of him, they’ll give in faster, so he won’t have to work as hard to get what he wants!

but usually, there aren’t rumors of monkey d. garp in the area.

buggy’ll thumb his nose at most any marine, but garp is an exception. that guy has a monstrous strength on his old captain’s level, plus he’s equally famous for his incorruptibility and his bullheadedness. all in all somebody buggy absolutely does not want to deal with.

and sure, his bounty as it is probably doesn’t warrant a vice-admiral’s involvement, but garp’s been around a long time. he might recognize buggy as “one of roger’s brats.” and while they never had bounties of their own back then, surely the marine still want their heads. they went after tom, for fuck’s sake, there’s no way buggy is safe.

so until he hears from a reliable source that garp has left this particular corner of east blue behind, buggy is not leaving the sanctuary of his ship without a thorough disguise.

he’s gone without his distinctive makeup, of course. his hair he’s tied up and tucked away under an old knit cap, which he’s sewn an ink-black wig to the lining of to better conceal his identity. he even rubbed a bit of ink into his eyebrows to be doubly sure. and, last but hardly least, he’s chop-chopped his nose off, sticking an ordinary-looking prosthetic in its place with spirit gum that will be very annoying to remove later—but better a little adhesive rash than prison.

looking in his mirror at a stranger, buggy sighs, clapping his hands together. “right!” his ship needs a resupply, and buggy sailed his favorite little skiff here to take care of it so he doesn’t have to explain this disguise to his crew. “rope, sailcloth, gunpowder, food,” he mutters as he heads out. just a few essentials for any sailing vessel, nothing obviously piratical about it. a perfectly safe supply run.

a squad of marines go thumping past, and buggy can’t hold back a flinch at the sight.

he breaths in deep. this will be fine. all he has to do is not draw attention to himself, and…

“hey, you!”

buggy freezes, and fights the urge to turn around. freezing is bad enough, that would make him look super guilty. and anyway, with a call like that how could anyone possibly know who the marines are after?

“you in the hat!”

ah, fuck. buggy can’t lose the hat, that’s half his disguise gone right there. he glances back, curses under his breath when it sure looks like that squad of marines is coming for him, and makes a break for it.

“this is navy business!”

“stop!”

“like hell,” buggy mutters, rounding a corner into an alleyway. he blinks when he hears his own words doubled, and realizes there’s been someone else running from the marines the whole time. ah, shit, was he even their target after all? has he been running for his life for no reason? he turns to give the guy what for and just about chokes on his tongue, because—

well, because it’s shanks.

same stupid, distinctive hair, same stupid, distinctive hat. a cape, which is more style than buggy would have expected shanks to develop, but which is also stupid and distinctive. a pretty nasty scar over one eye. buggy takes his first reaction to that—i wouldn’t have let that happen!—and violently shoves it down into the bottom of his soul, where stupid thoughts go to die. what-ifs don’t matter, what matters is this entire guy is stupid and distinctive.

shanks gives him one of those soft-hearted, empathetic looks buggy always hated. “ah, sorry, i think i got you tangled up in my business.”

…he doesn’t recognize buggy.

good! this is good, this is—salvageable, anyway! buggy clears his throat, tries to throw his voice a little higher, speak a little more politely. anything to avoid that soft look becoming one of recognition, or that awful heartbroken look from all those years ago. “that’s okay! anything to inconvenience the marines.”

as the rhythmic sound of boots thumping gets closer, an idea occurs to buggy. “speaking of…” he grabs hold of shanks’ cape, pausing only when shanks puts a hand on his wrist and gives him a wary look. right, shanks doesn’t know him from adam like this. “sometimes it’s better to fight smarter, not harder.”

shanks considers him for a moment. he lets go of buggy’s wrist.

permission granted, buggy moves quickly. goodbye, stupid hat! flip the cape around, the lining’s a different color so that will do nicely. adjust the closure so the fabric that’s supposed to be the top hem instead functions as a hood, all the better to hide that hair and scar… sure, it probably won’t hold up to a close inspection, but who needs it to? low-level marines are idiots.

buggy leans back against the alley wall and spreads his legs wide to make himself shorter and easier to hide. when shanks doesn’t seem to get the memo, buggy rolls his eyes and tugs him closer, until shanks is standing almost too close for propriety, his cape hiding both of them from view.

hands pressed to the wall above buggy’s shoulders, shanks stares at him intently, an eyebrow going up as they hear the marines run past without giving their hiding spot so much as a first glance, let alone a second. “impressive,” he says.

buggy snorts. “naturally.”

something about this response amuses shanks, who smiles, drops one hand on buggy’s shoulder, and squeezes. “thanks for the save, gorgeous.”

buggy’s mind goes blank.

well, mostly. “gorgeous?!”

shanks frowns, though his eyes are still smiling. “don’t tell me nobody’s ever called you ‘gorgeous’ before.” buggy doesn’t react—has no idea what shanks is doing—as that hand slides up his shoulder, his neck, to cup his cheek. shanks leans just that little bit closer, taking the lack of space between them from the appearance of improper to actually improper. buggy still has no idea what shanks is doing until his thumb starts to rub small circles near the corner of buggy’s eye. “that’s just not possible. i mean, your eyes alone are stunning…”

he knows that move. shanks told him about that move, about the barmaid who’d used it on him the first time, using a compliment about shanks’ eyes as an excuse to touch his face, right before she—

it’s a very sweet kiss. probably the kind of kiss buggy would have expected of shanks, if he’d ever let himself think of things like “shanks” and “kissing” at the same time before. (face hot, it occurs to him that maybe the way he’d always violently shut down such thoughts might mean something. he violently shuts down this line of thinking.) shanks pulls back after a brief moment, a curious look in his eye that buggy takes to mean ‘more?’

whatever look happens to be on buggy’s face must say ‘no’ for him—though probably not in as insistent a tone as he’d like, his mind is still pretty fuzzy—because shanks steps back, casually giving buggy space. like of course after… that… all he wants is to fix his cape and retrieve his hat.

“wh…?” is all buggy can manage.

an eyebrow goes up, and shanks smiles a little smugly as he slides that stupid hat back into place. “like i said. thanks for the save.” and with that, he’s gone.

buggy’s knees give out.

he spends ten minutes sitting in that alleyway, definitely not remembering anything that just happened in particular detail, or wishing he’d answered an unspoken question in a different way. eventually he remembers that he has duties to attend to, and he’d better attend to them soon if he want to get off this island today.

which he does.

he certainly doesn’t have any reason to want to stick around here.

no sir.

“rope, sailcloth… limes?” suddenly buggy can’t remember the last thing on his list. well, it can’t be that important if it was the last one, right? right. surely they can go without… whatever… until after garp’s gotten tired of this part of east blue.

because buggy is never going out in disguise ever again.

#notfic #one piece #shuggy #shanks #buggy #*buries my head in the sand*#this ship’s got me writing so much about kissing… i hardly recognize myself anymore…#the near miss fics

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pokegalla · 2 years

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Hi! May I ask please Ink and dream headcanons with a fem!reader who looks like a doll and wears lolita goth style clothes? if possible maybe a poly relationship? I hope you have a good day! I really loved your writing <3

Thank you! I’m glad you like my writing! It’s fun for me and I love to make people happy doing so! And OOOOOOOO the moment you said Poly relationship I said, “Yo say less-“

Ink and Dream in a poly relationship with doll-like Reader who wears lolita goth style clothes

* Now canonically these two don’t get along but let’s say how they both met you was a MAJOR coincidence. Dream met you at a time you were at your lowest. He stayed and cheered you up. Then Ink came through via accidental portal mishap while trying to escape Error….right in front of you two. Yea you could sense the tension in the air between the two. But luckily you just simply welcomed them kindly and invited them to stay as long as they wished.

* Yup. They were in love. Eventually they managed to come to an agreement to make you happy. They are usually busy but you didn’t mind. As they always came back and kept their promise to make you happy. Dream likes to call you a princess whenever he looks at your delicate features and doll like face. Ink calls you his masterpiece as he always found your outfits, although not too colorful, very creative.

* And you always make them feel right at home. Sometimes Dream can come back so exhausted from being the guardian of positivity and dealing with Nightmare. Even if he’s too stubborn, drag his ass to bed. Give him cuddles and let him rest. You get some time with him AND he gets the rest he needs? Win-win!

* Ink is very forgetful and sometimes forgets to visit you. You might have to be a little patient with him. Dream does get annoyed about it but helps by reminding Ink. He always comes back with gifts and an apology. Just reassure him and remind him how much you love him. (Don’t worry he’ll go from sad to happy in seconds-).

* And I’d say you would be the reason these two slowly start getting along again too! They actually talk to each other more and hang out thanks to you. Sure they do still have their disagreements but stuff like this takes time! Just be by their side and help when you can!

* Best activity together: Making up each other’s outfits then just doing a makeshift fashion show. Ink does your makeup and Dream does your hair. And you give them fun outfits too! You all have the most fun giggling and laughing at each other before just cuddling on the floor and enjoying the moment.

Mini story time!!!

You smile seeing Dream in one of your dresses. He looked so adorable and he pulled it off wonderfully! Ink was also laughing at him making Dream glare at him. Ink suddenly gulped when you and Dream pulled out a rainbow dress and a clown wig. We both chased after him and managed to put it on. The colorful dress actually looked nice on him but the wig Dream threw on him made us burst into laughter.

“Oh very funny,” Ink said with his eye lights red.

“It’s ok sweetheart,” You said taking off the wig, “The dress is fun, cute, and colorful! Just like you!”

Dream laughed, “Sorry Ink! The dress really was picked out for you. I just brought the wig as a joke!”

Ink looked surprised that Dream was the one who was behind the little prank. He laughed with us but suddenly pulled out a paintbrush, making a mischievous smile making us both freak out. But we were pleasantly surprised when the paint simply added yellow ribbons and bows to the dress on Dream. Both of us ‘ooooo’ed

And ‘aaaah’ed at the lovely added details. The yellow added a pop of color and matching Dream’s eye lights made it look amazing!

“See! I told you a little color wouldn’t hurt,” Ink said proudly.

“Nice job Ink! You two look amazing!” You said happily.

“But we have ONE more person left,” Dream said smiling sweetly. You gulped seeing both of them having their full attention on you.

You sigh and put your arms out, “Ok! Lead the way!”

The three of you happily enjoyed your time together as Dream ran his hands in your hair playfully and Ink making you giggle as he flirted with you while doing your makeup. And you couldn’t have been happier.

#my writing #self insert #undertale au #funny #fluff #cute #poly relationship #undertale au x reader #sans x reader #dream sans #ink sans #dream x reader x ink #undertale au headcanons #Oneshot #request answered #reader is doll-like with lolita styled clothes

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askthedoa · 6 months

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AN ENTIRE ESSAY? *points and laughs* As if!

[ANON DONT YOU DARE ENCOURAGE ME.]

...Alright. take a look at these 2 images side by side. I'm going to break each difference into a paragraph to make a proper essay.

First off, let's begin with the makeup. While the clown wears a pallette full of bright blues, reds, and white powder to cover their face, I have a far more natural look. Unlike the clown, I do not have the need to cover my face in makeup, since it is already adorable!

Then there's the hair. The clown wears a red wig, or has red hair. I myself wear no wig and have lovely white hair. Notice the different shapes of our hair too. His hair is all poofy while mine is much flatter and has a luscious braid.

Thirdly, the clown lacks expression. It has a unending grin, and it can't do anything but laugh. I am far more dramatic and fun! I can show confusion, excitement, or shock, meanwhile the clown can't do any of that.

Next, Notice my scheme. I wear mostly black and white. A simple mix of colors that pops out but also looks classical. I refuse to believe that eyesore of colors is better than me.

The clown also lacks personality! That my dear friend could be any clown. It represents the most basic design for a clown one could think of. Meanwhile, look at me! I wear a cloak, a fun little hat, and a 3 of diamonds eye cover! You can tell I'm a clown and a jester, but I have personality.

Note my eye too. It shows genuine expression, like my face. The clown just looks like it's glaring into your soul, meanwhile you can tell by looking at my eye that I am confused or intrigued. Now tell me, how do you think that clown feels? You can't give me a good answer, now can you.

The clown wears a rubber nose, which is a foolish decision! I instead wear a clean pom pom on my shirt that brings color to my outfit but doesn't look as off putting as that!

Another important thing is that he doesn't have a fun hat! Mine adds even more flair to my outfit, meanwhile he can't even do that much.

Alas, I would continue, but this is plenty enough.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd ask #bsd asks #nikolai answers #nikolai gogol

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dropout-if · 8 months

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Prompt for Statler: Working part-time as ghost or clown mascots together at some kind of Halloween horror festival for while babysitting kids at the same time

Them😭✨

“Oh, [Name]— Love...” Statler groans—hides the entertained smile threatening to spill “I look so bad…”

It’s Halloween, and Statler and you stand in a makeshift tent, adorned in the costumes mandatory for the day. The organization had assigned you a box with a grotesquely obnoxious clown costume, which immediately triggered Statler’s sacrifice as they swapped their costume—a demon they joked didn’t fit your personality—with yours.

In terms of your attire, you look quite normal. Statler can’t pride themself in saying the same.

You rub their back soothingly, “It’s not so bad— I promise.”

They lamely adjust their wig, eyes overanalyzing a distant future.

“I’m never gonna live this down,” Statler mumbles. They turn to you, look you up and down—and sigh dramatically, “And I don’t get to be the only one who sees you like this…”

“I thought you were excited for this,” you point out—it’s strange to see Statler being anything remotely close to a wet blanket, “Come on, it’s for the kids. They love this stuff.”

They seem to have found their cool, though, as their eyes remain locked on you. Statler mumbles, self-deprecating, “The amount of humiliating things I’ve done ‘for the kiss’,” they speak a tad louder, “I’m going to traumatize my sister, is all.”

Knowing Brianna, she’s a reason worth being traumatized, not the other way around. But you’re not about to say that to her older sibling who loves her like she’s the sun.

Instead, you nudge Statler playfully, “She’s tougher than you think. And you look amazing.”

Statler releases a little dreamy sigh. With the natural flair of someone commenting on the weather, they breathe out a quiet, “I love you, y’know?”

“You do mention it quite often,” you tease, “Love you too, Statler. Don’t— Don’t worry about Bri, okay?”

They give you a look—‘easier said than done’—but Statler doesn’t protest as you hold their hand, gently guide them outside—they even look happy, despite their unflattering attire.

Brianna sees Statler, she doesn’t even let a second expire before she throws herself into her big sister’s/brother’s arms.

“You look dumb,” she informs you—Statler seems to find that hilarious, judging by the way they’re struggling to keep their laughter polite.

At least they’re having fun. Your reprimanding glare is soft—yet Statler still takes a deep, deep breath.

“Now— Bri. That’s not nice,” they frown with a little pout, “[Name] and I— We need to take care of everyone here. And you have to behave, okay? Can you do that?”

Brianna nods immediately, “Of course.”

The next two hours pass you by as a very important question settles in your mind:

‘How the hell can a person dressed like a clown—literally—have charmed a crowd of pre-schoolers?’ When you ask later on, once the makeup and the wig come off, Statler simply laughs and kisses your temple.

#dropout if #dropout #ask #statler amani #drabble #not an ask game but #ask game

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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#20 for the Reaper Squad? (Loving all of the prompt fills btw!)

20. 🎩your costume is stupid but just you wait until you see mine

Taako was starting to think the Raven Queen didn't actually need Reapers and she just kept Kravitz around because she thought he was funny. And he was! He was funny, sometimes. But this was the third time in two weeks that Taako had opened the door to his living room and seen Kravitz dressed up in some gods-awful outfit and Taako really had to start taking a deep dive into what exactly a Reaper did, but it sure wasn't "catch necromancers with proficiency".

"I don't think I can do this anymore," Taako said, pausing in the doorframe. Kravitz shot up from his seat on the couch.

"Taako!" he said, coming towards him with his hands out to reach for Taako's own. Not very subtly, Taako took a step back. Kravitz pursed his lips together to fight a grin. "Do you not like my outfit, babe?"

"Mhhh," Taako said. "It's... a look."

Kravitz smiled- very restrained, which just made the whole thing worse. The loud, clashy makeup was not doing him any favors. The pink wig deffo didn't help. The... clown outfit. Ehgghggh. Gods. Taako saved the multi-verse for this?

"There's a necromancer in the Neverwinter Circus," Kravitz said.

"Sure there is," Taako said, stepping into the room again. He stayed near the walls as if Kravitz was a rabid dog on a short chain. "Listen, bones, you look, uh- nice? But I do gotta go do... school things. In the kitchen."

"School things in the kitchen," Kravitz repeated, clearly not believing him.

"Yeah," Taako said. "So you have fun-"

There was a door slam from upstairs. Taako booked it for the kitchen door but a mage hand shut it before he could get through. He shot Kravitz a look, but he held up gloved clown hands to prove his innocence. Taako shot back across the room towards the door he had come through, but a different mage hand shut that as well. The lights dimmed. Taako sunk to the floor.

"You think his outfit is stupid?" said Lup's voice from the top of the stairs. Very dramatically, a spotlight focused on the bottom of the stairs, waiting.

This was hell. He was in hell.

"Just wait 'til you see mine!"

She landed with a thud at the bottom of the stairs, her shoes making a noise, not unlike two whoopie cushions going off at once. She had on a big poofy skirt and a ridiculously large bowtie, almost on par with the one Kravitz had. Her hair was tucked under a wig of her own, a big rainbow afro. There was a tiny hat on top of it with the word "PARTY ANIMAL" written.

Taako wheezed so hard that he hurt his throat. The lights came flooding back as he buried his head in his hands, laughing. Lup's shoes told him she was making her way over to him.

"What'd'ya think?" she asked and Taako, unable to speak through the choked laughter, just waved a hand at her to get her to go away. When he looked up, she was right in his face, which would have been terrifying if she didn't look so fucking stupid.

"I- I hate your guts," Taako said and Lup stood back, looking pleased with herself. The lights flickered a few more times and dimmed again.

"If you think her outfit is stupid," that was Barry's voice now, at the top of the stairs. Taako tried to crawl his way towards the door but just ended up leaning against the wall and shutting his eyes, trying to stop laughing. "Just wait 'til you see mine!"

Barry didn't jump down the stairs like Lup had, but the sound his shoes made were somehow even worse. Like fantasy Squidward Tentacles but on rollerskates. Taako looked up just in time to see Barry's outfit, a full deck of jeans-themed clown apparel- before he cut off his own laugh to Blink out of the room. He reappeared in the kitchen, locking the door from the inside. From the other side of the door, he heard Barry say,

"Aw, did he not like it?"

Taako really wished he lived alone.

(No, he didn't.)

#taako #kravitz #taakitz #barry bluejeans #lup #blupjeans #minor but there sldkfsd #mine #asks #anon #ise cube writing

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chronicbeans · 11 months

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Edgar Lee, The Actor (hehe more Batman OCs)

Basically I made an OC based off of Maladaptive Daydreaming. A lot of Batman Villains in specific versions of the canon seem to be based off of slightly exaggerated versions of their mental illness or trope, so this guy entered my brain. I needed to write the basic idea down before he left.

TW: Maladaptive Daydreaming, Imitation, Self-Hatred, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Regret, Fear

☁️ Edgar Lee is a man who is constantly lost in his own world. Ever since he was a young child, he constantly daydreamed. Now that he is a young man, he still engages heavily in fantasy. He even plays pretend, in a way, pretending that he is anybody but himself. He has been quoted saying "If I am anybody but myself, I will be fine."

☁️ With his head lost in the clouds, he enjoys going shopping in order to make costumes for the characters he creates. From buying a cassock to dress as a priest he made in his mind, to buying wigs and makeup to play the role of an alluring seductress, he does his absolute best to become his characters. He usually is pretty good about it, too, with some not recognizing him when he is in character.

☁️ Edgar's stories tend to lean on the... dark side. He even takes real life events and bases a character off of them. Characters like "The Puzzle Maker" or "Boba the Clown" taking clear inspiration from The Riddler and The Joker. As Edgar said, as long as he is anybody but himself, he will be fine. Even if who he is playing is a violent criminal.

☁️ He simply pretended in his room, pacing around and rambling to himself, for the longest of time. He drew his characters, made elaborate backstories for his characters, and even made their names have meaning. Then, one day, the pretending and the rambling and the pacing just... didn't satisfy as much as it used to. Pretending to pull off elaborate schemes didn't satisfy him.

☁️ After committing his first crime, he felt nothing but fear. He was terrified, full of regret and terror at what he had done. That stress caused him to begin fantasizing again, pretending to be a completely different character than the one he committed the crime as. Then, it became a cycle. He'd rather pretend than face his own actions.

☁️ Nobody's heard from Edgar Lee in a while. It is always "Father David Jones" or "Mrs. Williams". Then, when people ask to talk to Edgar as himself, and not a character, he simply begs them to play along with his fantasy. Repeating the same lines of "If I am anybody but myself, I will be fine."

☁️ This has made extracting information and treating Edgar Lee at Arkham Asylum extremely difficult. He is so deep within fantasy, refusing to face reality, that most interviews and sessions are not with him. They are with a character. Any mentions of his crimes to Edgar, while he is in reality and not in a daydream, are faced with fear and regret. Then, he promptly goes back to his fantasies and becomes a character, again. He has made it clear that it is not a case of dissociative identity disorder, saying that he made these characters up and is aware of when he is playing them, choosing to do so.

☁️ Many simply call him The Actor, despite him not creating that name himself, due to his constantly changing persona. One second, he's a mafia boss, the next he will be a con-man scamming people. The Actor is an all encompassing name for the numerous characters he plays. It also describes what he does to a T. He acts as these characters to cope with whatever he is trying to deal with, so much so that it is unhealthy and is now endangering others and himself.

#batman oc #Chronicverse #batman villains #Batman villain oc

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artificialqueens · 1 year

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You Really Tire Me Out (Bianca x Katya) - BiancaDelRioIsTheBest

Summery: Bianca gets home from a gig exhausted, but when Demitri sees her in that short dress, he wants to exhaust her even more.

"Mitya I'm home". Bianca shouted from the front door. "I am upstairs love". Demitri said. The clacking of heels against the steps indicated she was on her way up and still in drag.

"God I'm exhausted, the show ran late, who ever thought it'd be ok to let one of those busted bitches do a 20 minute britney spears mix needs severe help". Bianca complained as she took off her shoes and tights. She didn't wear a corset so she didn't have to take off her entire outfit to get those off. Bianca was bent over on all fours putting her shoes away giving Demitri a full view of her ass.

Bianca stood up to go untuck. "Ow". She whispered. "If there's one thing I'll absolutely never enjoy, it's taping my dick to myself and having to remove it". Bianca complained earning a chuckle from Demitri.

Bianca starts to climb into bed with Demitri. "Your not going to take off costume and makeup". Demitri asked, he didn't really mind, she looked pretty in her black wig and red lipstick, her costume was also very nice on her, it hugged her hips and waist perfectly, and since the dress was a little short, it showed off her tidy whitey covered behind.

"Nah, as I always say , I woke up like this cause I passed out like this". She joked as Demitri's hand found her waist, damn that hand felt nice against her. "Can you turn around, I want to look at pretty clown face of yours". Demitri asked her. "Oh how original, what do you want love". Bianca asked.

"You are very beautiful". Demitri complimented. "And your sleep deprived". Bianca fired back, smiling. Then she kissed him, soft and sweet. They pulled away. "I love you, mitya". Bianca said. "I love you too". Demitri responded. They kissed again, this one stronger than the last, Bianca's hands in his hair, Demitri's hands on her hips. Bianca felt his grab her ass and she gasped. "Oh mitya". She said. "Tell me how you want me sweetheart". Bianca instructed.

Demitri blushed, then said, "you looked pretty cute on all fours earlier". Demitri hinted. "I had a feeling I was being watched". Bianca said, then she positioned herself onto her hands and knees.

Demitri lubed himself up and pushed into her slowly. "Fuck" Bianca said in a breathy moan as she smoothed her hand against the pillow in front of her. Demitri started to thrust in a slow rhythm, Bianca followed that rhythm. "о черт Бьянка, you are so tight". Demitri told her, stroking her long black tresses as he stared at her. Bianca bit her lip to hide a moan as her eyes rolled back. Demitri cupped her chin to make her face him, her eyes were watering. "I want to hear you, let me hear you". Demitri asked her and started thrusting a little faster. Bianca moaned out loud and shut her eyes at the feeling.

"Ohh god, mmnnh, holy shit". Bianca practically shouted as she was getting fucked. "You like that Bianca, you like it when fuck you". Demitri asked her in a whisper, kissing her neck through her ringlets. "Yeah, I fucking love it, I fucking love you, ohhh fuck, uhhnn". Bianca responded, gripping the pillow in front of her.

"I want you on top of me, I want you to ride me". Demitri told her kissing her cheek as they thrusted into each other. Bianca nodded and Demitri pulled out of her. She repositioned herself on top of Demitri's dick. Demitri squeezed her thighs as he moved faster than before.

"Oh my god, oh my god, ohh". Bianca moaned, voice getting higher as she rode him. The top of her dress popped open, displaying padded bra she wore instead of the normal foam cups. "Oh jesus, I guess I was moving a little too much". Bianca said, a little bashfully, and slowed down her movement to inspect her chest.

"Wait, I am little bit curious about what else is hiding under dress of you". Demitri said, reaching for the rest of her buttons. Bianca had never really been self conscious, but she never really considered her uncorseted boy body sexy while in full drag, but as Demitri's hand unbuttoned the rest of her dress, she liked the look of admiration he gave her body and how he touched her with such gentle passion.

"Oh" Bianca gasped as Demitri started moving again, slowly at first, then speeding up more and more. "Ohh ahhh". Bianca squealed as Demitri fucked her faster and faster. She bent over on top of him, hand touching his chest, staring into his eyes. "Please, mitya, please". Bianca said in a whispered. Demitri thrusted as fast and hard as possible.

"Ohhh my fucking god, mmnnh, uhhh". Bianca shouted as Demitri pounded her. "Да, Бьянка, я прослежу, чтобы ты кончила, я чертовски люблю тебя, ты чертовски сексуальна". Demitri grunted. They both moaned as they came at the same time.

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca x katya #bianca del rio #katya zamolodchikova #hurricane bianca au #smut #biancadelrioisthebest

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justoneofthoseghosts · 1 year

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I really need to stay off the bird app and CF message boards or else I fall into the rabbit hole if chaos and wild theories. One theory, that I'm honestly not opposed to, is what if Matt's return causes Brett to get pregnant? Honestly, that was not running through my head at all when the news was announced but I'm not opposed to that storyline. They've only confirmed one episode but whose to say there's more that Jesse's returning for or could be a recurring role. Who knows at this point. But even though its probably not good for me I'm am taking in all these wild theories I can.

Honestly, I don't know how Brettsey will play into all this. It depends on how long they get Jesse to guest star - is it one scene? One episode? Multiple episodes? It did seem that they were keeping it pretty tightly under wraps but had no choice but to confirm it when that instagram photo leaked (bless that extra for doing the Lord's work).

The writers have pretty much tanked the ship at this point so I am very cautious. I am 95% certain they'll just stab my poor little heart because Brett's going to say she's glad Casey's happy in Portland and Casey's going to say that he's glad Brett is happy too in reference to her new relationship (yeah, it's the making of a unhappy ending fic that I am not going to write.)

At the same time, as more news potentially comes out, I'll celebrate any Casey return we can get and potentially dust off my clown wig and bring the makeup back out 🤡

Fandom should be fun! i get stressed out on a daily basis enough as it is.

#chicago fire spoilers #this show is playing me like a fiddle #seriously #I had one foot out the door

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Can you do Daichi x male reader where Daichi asks his boyfriend to come over to meet his team and he forgets and goes home so Daichi give him a call and is like "where you at?" "I cant come I look like a clown." "I bet you dont look that bad." "No you dont get it im in full drag." So his boyfriend comes to the gym in full drag, booby and butt pads, and monster heels, and when he walked in it's like Kags that recognizes him as his drag name.

LMAOOJSKE DRAG QUEEN READEKRNRNF

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Daichi x reader - DRAG QUEEN?!

⚠️warnings - drag queen, college first year reader x high school 3rd year (if that’s even a warning skdjd)

Pronouns- male, he/him

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Daichi said it on impulse, really.

“Do you guys...wanna meet my boyfriend?”

Everyone in the gym stopped. They were in middle of a practice match between themselves, and just when Yamaguchi was about to serve, he choked on air and missed the ball completely. The ball flew in the air, before landing somewhere near his feet.

Everyone stared at Daichi with a variety of expressions. Some shocked, some looking at him like he ‘said I’m gonna chop my dick off,’ and some who didn’t even care. (Tsukishima, obviously.) Ukai had to call timeout, since no one could focus after what Daichi blurted out.

Suga chuckled awkwardly, slinging a towel over his shoulders. “So uh, ahaha, your um...gay...?” His voice progressively died down into a whisper.

“Yeah. Is...that’s a problem?”

“No! No! I fully support y-“

“AND YOU CHOSE NOW TO TELL US? DUDE, WE COULD’VE LIKE, THROWN YOU A COMING-OUT PARTY!” Tanaka shook his captaincy the shoulders, while Noya squirted water into his mouth with his squeeze bottle.

“Well I don’t really mind, I’m already out, I was just asking if you wanted to meet him.”

“DO WE?! OF COURSE WE DO! DOES HE PLAY VOLLEYBALL?! DO YOU THINK HE COULD JOIN THE TEAM?!” Hinata jumped up and down, slowly inching is way towards Daichi with an awestruck look on his face. He’s rather surprised Hinata isn’t more shocked.

“Yeah. Uh-no, sorry. He doesn’t play.” Daichi chuckled, patting an excited looking hinata on the head. “I don’t think he has work tomorrow, so tomorrow’s really the only time he can come to practice.”

“Work?” Asahi looked up from the towel he was using to wipe off his sweat. “How old is he? Is he a third year?”

“He’s a first year in college. Actually-I think he goes to the college in Sendai.”

Asahi exhaled. It would’ve been weird if someone as young as a highschooler were to already be working, when the could be enjoying their time in classes or clubs. “Where does he work?”

Flashbacks of all the drag shows and money being thrown around a stage whipped across Daichis mind like a slap to the face. He’s sure the team wouldn’t mind, especially because they already don’t mind him having a boyfriend, but he isn’t sure if (Y/n) was ok with him telling his team he was a...y’know.

“...I’m not sure?”

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“Oh-hello Daikkun! How was practice today?” (Y/n) opened the passenger seat to his door, waiting for him to step inside. Sometimes he liked to pick him up from school before he had to get in makeup for a night show. That didn’t stop him from doing a little bit of eyeliner, though.

“It was nice. I told them they could meet you soon. The team.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, you don’t have any shows tomorrow, right? I kind of told them tomorrow.” Daichi scrubbed at the back of his neck, while (y/n) started up his car. “I know you’ve wanted to meet them.”

“You bet your ass! Well-I mean I have a show at like 2 am but that doesn’t matter. What time can I come? Are they nice? Didn’t you say there was one who was really short but could jump as high as me in stilettos?”

“Oi-! Focus on the road!”

“Sorry, sorry! I’m just excited. Anyways! Can you come to my show tonight? I’ll sneak you in.”

“Every time I go to one of your drag shows I get scared someone will kick me out since I’m 17.”

“Dude, have you seen yourself?!” (Y/n) gestures over to Daichi, putting emphasis on his thigh-region. “You’re big and muscly enough to at least pass as 18. It’s just a one year difference, when’s your birthday again?”

“I can’t believe you forgot, I’m hurt.” Daichi chuckled, fiddling with his backpack straps on his lap. “Besides, doesn’t your show run kind of late today? I don’t get to choose when to take my classes like you, (L/n). And I have morning practice, so I need to sleep.”

“You’re no fun, Daikkun.”

“Yeah, yeah, My house is over there.”

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(Y/n) scrolled through his phone for the nth time that day. Fanning himself dramatically, he huffed and buried his face into his pillow. There was nothing to do today, and since he took morning classes, that left him with the rest of the afternoon to ponder, before working at night.

Was there something to do today? Was he forgetting something? He felt like he was, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

He glanced guilty at a tube of light pink lip gloss tossed haphazardly on his desk. A light bulb went off in his head.

Hastily throwing his covers off his body, (y/n) dragged himself over to his closet, grabbing the lip gloss in the process. He shuffled through hangers of clothes, finally pulling out a girls uniform he bought from when he was in high school. He never wore it to school, choosing to wear the boys uniform, but he thought it’d be nice to have when he was feeling fruity.

Slipping on the skirt and cardigan, he walked over to his desk mirror. He unscrewed the wand from the tube of lip gloss, tentatively applying it generously to his lips. He shrugged. He figured he could do some more makeup. It’s not like he’s busy today, right?

Carefully winging the tip of his eyeliner, he took a step back and admired himself in the mirror. He looked cute, yeah, but cute wasn’t really his style. It screamed ‘cute femboy’ rather than his usual ‘sexy ass drag queen dominatrix who could step on you with their sharp ass knife heels’

Damn. He was really about to go all out, huh? Time to bring out the butt pads and fake boobs.

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Sighing contently in front of the mirror, (y/n) did a little spin, puffing out the length of his dress. Damn, he was hot. And with his impossibly high monster heels? Take me now.

(Y/n) was in the midst of taking a couple cute selfies in front of his full length mirror, when his screen went grey and a caller ID appeared.

‘Incoming call - Daikkun!! <3’

(Y/n) smiled unconsciously and clicked the bright green button with his thumb. He brought his phone to his ear and twirled a piece of his faux wig with his finger.

“Hi Daikkun! Did you need something, cutie?”

“Are you still coming over?” Daichis voice was hushed, and the slam of volleyballs rang though his speaker.

“Uh-what for?”

“To meet my team? Where are you?”

Fuck.

(Y/n) paled as he eyed himself in the mirror. He couldn’t show up looking like that. And it was too much to take off before Daichis practice ended. This was the only time he had to meet this team Daichi had always been talking about, and he’d completely forgot.

“...I can’t, I look like a clown.” (Y/n’s) voice came out a hoarse, nervous-chuckly whisper. He could taste the expensive red lipstick sitting on his lips.

“I’m sure you don’t look that bad.”

“Dude no, you don’t understand.” (Y/n) picked at the hem of his dress, the silicone boobs suddenly squeezing his chest a bit too tightly. “I’m in full drag.”

A silence rang out from both sides of the line. Daichi awkwardly chuckled.

“Ahaha uh-didn’t you say you didn’t have work today?”

“No! No I-I don’t have work til like-later later but like-I got bored and I forgot I was gonna meet your team today...sorry-“

“Well I’m sure they won’t mind if you show up in drag. I mean-they seemed pretty ok with knowing we’re a thing so...?”

(Y/n) gulped.

“...I guess I’ll see you in ten minutes then.”

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“Good work everyone!”

Ukai dismissed the players, leaving them to start rolling up the net and cleaning up the gym. Sugawara jogged up to the captain, dragging his mop lazily behind him.

“You said your boyfriend was gonna come today, right? Where is he?”

“Uh,” Daichi checked his wrist, before realizing he didn’t have a watch and fished out his phone. “He should be here any minute now-“

Just in time, the doors to the gym creaked open. Daichi smiled, leaving Suga to trail behind him curiously. He reached for the door handle, giving it a firm pull.

In stepped a boy with a long synthetic wig on, and heels that made him tower over Daichi easily. The sharp platforms of his heels clicked with each step he took, jewelry and accessories also bobbing up and down. And not to mention the ‘bobbling’ the silicone boobs made. Jeez, even if they were fake, they did still jiggle a hell of a lot.

(Y/n) bent down daintily, pressing a kiss onto Daichi’s cheek. Lipstick smeared on his sweaty cheek, leaving a dark imprint on the side of his face. (Y/n) seemed to finally take notice of all the astonished stares directed at him.

Should he A, stand beside his boyfriend awkwardly and pick at the loose thread of his dress or B, put on his confident drag persona and play it off?

He chose B.

(Y/n) smirked and leaned on on of his feet, placing a hand on his hip. “What? Like what you see, boys? I’m afraid I’m already taken, though.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck. Fuck. Even with the confident display, (y/n) couldn’t help but stay somewhat behind Daichi, trying to shrink behind his 10 inch heels.

Immediately, a bald guy and a kid with a bleached strip on the front of his head erupted into excitement.

“Yo! Sick dress, dude!”

The atmosphere lightened up tremendously. (Y/n) let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Well thank you, Mr. Bleach strip.”

The bald one, who introduced himself as ‘Tanaka’, slapped Daichi on the back. “Dude! What’s with all the surprises?! You tell us you have a boyfriend but you didn’t tell us he was a drag queen?!”

“I-to be honest I didn’t know he was in drag today-I didn’t know he had work.”

The closet door opened, with Hinata and Kageyama walking out from placing the net inside. Hinata gasped excitedly, while Kageyama froze. Hinata practically bolted towards the unknown person wearing heels and jumped up to his height. (Y/n) choked on air. This kid practically flew at him.

“Wow! Are you one of those ‘drag queens’ I see on tv sometimes?! Cool! That’s so cool! I-“

“ARE YOU QUIMCHI?!”

Hinatas throat closed up, along with (y/n) after hearing his stage name being called out so...dramatically. The boy continued.

“...F-FROM THAT ONE INTERVIEW THEY DID ON THAT ONE CLUB ON THE LATE NIGHT SHOW WITH SHIN’ICHI HATORI?!”

Kageyamas booming voice rang through the gym as he pointed at (y/n) with wide eyes. Everyone’s gaze went from (y/n) to Kageyama, who was frozen in place. Even (y/n) was a tad bit confused.

The club he worked at recently had a special done on TV, and (y/n) was only in the background. He didn’t know how this...boy recognized him from that, or why he was even watching the drag special on that show in the first place.

“...yeah...yeah I am,” (y/n) smiled awkwardly and a boy with blond hair and glasses chuckled from somewhere in the gym.

The boy, with another guy with dark-green hair, walked out from the storage closet aswell. “Who knew the king was into that kind of stuff? Drag queens? No disrespect, ma’am-sir.”

Kageyama seemed to unfreeze just to glare at Tsukishima with a flushed face. “I-IM NOT! MY STUPID SISTERS JUST A BIG FAN, IS ALL!“

Kageyama turned to (y/n), and marched scarily fast towards him. He stopped abruptly and bowed his head so far it made (y/n) take a step back.

“M-MAY I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH FOR MY SISTER?! AN-AND MAYBE A PHOTO TOO?!” Kageyama stiffly held his arms to his sides as he kept his head down. Small chuckles and snorts sounded from all around the gym, (y/n) even joining in and patting the black haired boys head.

“Sure thing, doll.”

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“Your team was nicer than I thought.”

Daichi looked up questionably, fastening his seatbelt. (Y/n) started up his car. “What do you mean, nicer?”

“Well-I thought they were gonna be a bunch of meatheads banging their heads together. They’re actually more interesting than I thought they were going to be. Especially that Kageyama guy.”

Daichi smiled contently. “I’m glad you like them, then.”

A comfortable silence breezed by them, the only sounds audible being the hum of the car engine and the soft tapping of Daichis nails against the armrest. Daichi stole a glance at (y/n). His wig was discarded, placed neatly on the backseat with the wig cap and hairpins resting underneath it, and his hair was slightly damp and messy due to being constricted. His lipstick was a bit smeared from when he kissed him on the cheek, and droplets of sweat gathered near his hairline.

Daichi set his fingers lightly on the spot where the lipstick mark sat, caressing it softly so the lipstick wouldn’t smear more that it already has. He exhaled softly and shifted his gaze back down. He wouldn’t mind if he came to his practice again.

“...so wanna come to my show tonight, Daikkun?”

“It’s at 2am, no.”

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Extra:

Kageyama: miwa.

Kageyama: MIWA.

Miwa sighed and checked her phone, sliently scolding her brother for bothering her. She stretched and rubbed her eyes. She swore, if Tobio wanted a ride home from practice...

Miwa: mm

Kageyama: -photo sent-

Miwa: DUDE

Miwa: AJDJSKDKF

Miwa: HOW THE FUCK

Miwa: TELL ME YOU GOT QUIMCHIS AUTOGRAPH DJFJDJE

Kageyama: -photo sent-

Kageyama: I DID. I GOT ONE FOR U AND ONE FOR ME

Kageyama: HE WAS SO TALL TOO

Kageyama: LIKE HE WAS A HALF FOOT TALLER THAN ME EVEN WITHOUT THE HEELS

Miwa: WHY WAS HE AT UR PRACTICE WHSHD

Kageyama: apparently he’s dating my captain

Miwa: WHAT RHE FUCKCIDNEBRJ

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#daichi x male reader #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi hcs #daichi x you #daichi hq #sawamura daichi #daichi fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu fanfiction #hq x male reader #hq x y/n #hq x you #hq x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu daichi x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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A large box materialized in the corner of the room, decorated gaudily with purple wrapping paper, a bright red bow, and raw macaroni glued over practically every visible inch of the box. If you listened closely, you could make out the occasional giddy giggle coming from the inside of the box whenever it wiggled, demanding the attention of the beautiful birthday boy.

“Vil’s gonna love this!” Mac gushed to themself from the inside of the box, dressed up in thick clown makeup and an equally excessive clown outfit. “He’ll open the box up, and I’ll pop out to greet him and tell him that I’ll be his birthday present and his personal footstool, if he wants…”

Within the darkness of the box, they flushed a bright red, fanning their face like the lovestruck fool they were. Whenever they could make out the sound of his heels clacking on the attic floor, Mac shivered excitedly at the thought of his feet slamming down on their back and keeping their face shoved against the floor for them to drool onto.

The beautiful Queen needs a loyal court, and was there anyone better than to play the role of the court fool than the head empty pasta fanatic? Mac thought not.

*pokes Mac with a stick*

Come get your dinner.

At long last, evening had set in, and the last of Vil’s fan club had been sated and sent off for the day. The once brilliant blue sky had darkened to a deep violet--nearly black--and the stars, one by one, awoke from their daytime slumber to play amid the moonlight. Night Raven College, touched in silver, was a new world entirely.

Vil ran a hand along the nape of his neck and sighed.

“Excellent work, Roi du Poison!” Rook sang, patting his dorm leader on the back. “You’ve survived the onslaught--though you appear to be a little worse for wear from it.”

“I am not in need of your insightful commentary at this time, Rook,” Vil warned, his tone pointed.

The huntsman did not flinch--not a single beat missed. He removed his hat and held it close to his chest as he dipped into a bow. “Oui.”

A moment elapsed before Rook lifted his head, eyes creased teasingly. “... Though I would still advise you, mon roi, to retire early for the evening. All this stress may lead to a breako--”

“I am in need of some fresh air,” Vil declared sharply. “If you have need of me, I will be outside.”

“... Bien sûr.”

The birthday boy turned and swept out of the stuffy attic. Down the staircase he descended, and out into the bitter night air--or rather, he would have, were it not for ramming his foot into an oddly placed box, covered in bright purple and red, and raw macaroni pieces.

Vil hissed and drew his foot back--but to his alarm, the box began... wiggling intensely and... giggling?

“What in the name of the Great Seven is this doing here?” he wondered out loud, but no response came.

Out of curiosity, Vil cautiously prodded the box with his foot again. The touch immediately elicited another loud giggle.

Something... No, someone is in there. Vil brought a hand to his forehead, heaving another sigh (what number was it now?).

His manager had warned him about accepting suspicious packages--particularly crazed or rowdy fans would sometimes send nasty pranks or parcels with dangerous goods inside. He wasn’t about to risk his health and safety for a shady package. Vil would go fetch Rook to open it for him--

Bu then it happened.

The box flew open, and out erupted...

A clown.

Quintessential--face painted a stark white, garishly colorful lips, eyes, and cheeks, a bulbous and round nose, a fluffy rainbow wig... Even the outfit was clownish, the fabric baggy but bright, with a frilly collar, gloves, and massive shoes that squeaked with even the slightest movement.

The clown let out a whoop of excitement, leapt out of the box, and eagerly honked their nose. It squeaked loudly, like a dog’s chew toy or a kazoo.

Vil stumbled back a few steps in complete and utter astonishment. He squinted through the thick clown makeup and gaudy clothing, his mind slowly piecing together the familiar facial features.

The cheesy potato.

“Mac... Is that you?”

“Heehoo,” Mac honked their nose again. They wore the widest, goofiest grin Vil had ever witnessed, even by the standards of his most lovestruck of followers. “Happy, happy birthday, Vil!!”

He ignored the greeting and cut to a question. “... Dare I ask why it is that you are dressed in such an outlandish getup?”

“Hehehe... Actually! It’s cuz... I’m your birthday present!!” Mac declared, splaying their arms out.

“You... what?”

“I’m your birthday present!!” They repeated, practically vibrating with zeal. “Cuz every queen needs a loyal court jester...!!”

“I am in no need of such--”

“Please please please please PLEASE let me serve you!!” Mac wailed desperately, flinging themselves at Vil’s feet. “I’ll tell the dumbest jokes, and I can be your personal human footstool--you can step on me whenever you want!! I’ll make you the tastiest, cheesiest pasta, and maybe we can get closer and then move in someplace together and live a nice domestic life, and have lots of kids--I’ve already got their names picked out--and and and...”

“Stop. You’re drooling,” Vil said coldly. His cruel, frigid tone sent a shiver down Mac’s spine, filling them with a sense of ecstasy that only he could deliver.

“Heheheh...” They wiped saliva from the corner of their mouth with the back of their hand. “Sorry, I just get so excited when I talk about you.”

“I know,” Vil groaned, cradling his forehead in a hand. “... I know.”

“Are you... angry with me? I-If you are, please take out your rage by stomping all over my back and snapping me like a glowstick!! PLEASE USE ME, SCHOENHEIT!!”

“You never seem to stop spouting nonsensical logic.”

“I don’t need logic...!! Because I have something way better than logic: LOVE!!”

Vil glanced away.

A deathly silence fell over the foyer.

For one horrible, dreadful moment, Mac thought they had done something wrong. It wasn’t like Vil--confident, beautiful Vil--to be at such a loss for words. Was he so terribly cross that he couldn’t even bring himself to spit out any insults at them? Did he hate them so much that he didn’t even deem them worthy to receive his vitriol?

“H-Hey, Vil... Did I.. Did I go too far?”

“... Pfft.”

“Huh?”

Laughing.

Vil was laughing.

Well, not a full-on deep, rumbling belly laugh. It was more like a faint chuckle, soft and delicate, like wind chimes blowing in the spring breeze.

“You never cease to amuse,” Vil remarked, his perfectly groomed brows pinching together, and his lips forming a mocking smile. “Lifting my mood after a long and arduous day certainly takes talent. Perhaps you are more suited to playing the role of court clown after all.”

“Ah, I... I am?” Mac perked up. “I am!! See, see? I can make myself ultra useful to you, Vil--so please accept me as your birthday present!!”

“Hmm. We shall see about that. For now, though...” Vil bent down to meet you at eye level and, extending a hand, he pulled you up from your miserable heap back onto two feet. “We should return to the party.”

“W-We?!” Mac’s heart fluttered.

“... Do your ears work? Yes, I said we. I won’t have you sitting here cold and alone, like some sad, limp noodle that was never properly cleaned up. You will join the birthday festivities, the same as any of my other guests. Is that clear?”

“Yessir!! Whatever you want, Vil!!”

“Good. Now let us away.”

And so, hand in hand, the queen and his clown headed off to their gala.

#Vil birthday takeover

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ganymedesclock · 3 years

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Clowns are great, tell us what you like about clowns!! Everyone seems scared of them to the point that a nice clown is an inverted trope...

I think that people initially get unsettled about clowns for a lot of the same reasons people get unsettled about dolls- the presumption of innocence that can be subverted, the 'that's not quite a normal face' affected by the makeup, and to a degree that circuses have become a little less common and a little more something regarded as fantastical or strange. (I attended a Cirque do Soliel performance- Cavalia- once in my life! It was extremely impressive)

I think on top of that, as you say, the trope of the monster clown, popularized by figures such as the Joker, has become so widespread that people tend to think of clowns as scary by default, a kind of monster category. Which is just kind of a shame and many people are taking that back. For me personally, I'm a bit more of a fond of old-school aesthetics/ court jester image than I am on the classic clown but I still think circus aesthetics are pretty fun.

For me, a lot of the appeal of this is twofold: I think "a performer" is an interesting psychological state to present a character in, especially someone like a clown who generally has a persona on and off and who drastically changes their face (with paint, wigs, costuming) between. The clown is designed to be funny- to affect a foolishness or otherwise harmlessness- and it is a performance taken on deliberately by others. At their core, clowns are actors, and their performance is to entertain one way or another.

This is an interesting thing to think about for me personally because I'm someone who tends to reflexively fear being not taken seriously, being found funny, harmless, ineffectual by others- but the key thing about a performance is that it is at the discretion of the performer. They are putting themselves, their art, and their control into it. At the same time, they're skillfully palming elements of themselves so the audience doesn't see who they are fully or clearly.

That can be used for horror, to be fair- the idea that someone is behaving harmless or benevolent when the actual person they are underneath is not necessarily. But at this point, the clown facade is so often associated with evil that it'll lose a bit of effectiveness before your audience unless you play it really well.

It can also be used for something interesting! I don't call myself a profound or storied batman aficionado, but I think it actually is interesting that the Joker has a "clown aesthetic" in some ways but that one of his most commonly depicted fatal flaws is pride- he dresses as he does to laugh at everybody around him but cannot stand the idea of being mocked or derided- he's not the one to take the pratfall, and any time he does, he hits the roof about it. Not someone who actually values the clown as an entertainer, but someone who wants to insinuate everybody around him belongs in the circus and he won't respect them.

But I think there's a plentiful amount of room for characters associated with clowns who are depicted as more of a clever hero; someone who performs and deflects, disarms and pleases, from the shrewd perspective of a person who knows they aren't being taken seriously. The core viewpoint character in one of my personal projects- Avery from Bevyverse- is raised by a circus and while he doesn't exactly keep up the clown makeup after leaving it behind, it still strongly affects his ideology about role, identity, performance and entertainment; to the point where, as an abandoned child with no known history, he takes the surname of the setting's equivalent of Robin Goodfellow- a role he came to thrive in at a key point in his upbringing.

I think there's not necessarily anything wrong with a scary clown, but I think that there's a trick and artifice to horror, in that fear is a very reflexive, instinctual response. There's a reason that the jump scare is the cheapest trick in the book and half the time we see it coming, but it rarely fails to get your heart rate up. As living creatures, on an instinctual level we want to keep going. We get startled by things not by any moral failing but by an assessment of risk that goes by so vanishingly fast in the depths of our brain we are left only with a sense of lingering unease- or a moment of direct terror, cued by our entire body shifting into high gear so we have the energy and resources to- hopefully- fight, fly, freeze, or fawn our way out of it.

But because this is so reflexive, and because many primal fears are intuitive- a fear of disease, a fear of injury, (and from those, a false-positive unease at anything that seems "like us, but not quite" or "us, but not moving right") a fear of predators, a fear of parasites, a fear of fire and shifting stone, asphyxiation and other natural hazards that could kill or profoundly injure us- in writing and designing horror we don't actually need to think about this stuff. So someone can think, hey, that horror movie I saw with a scary clown was really gnarly, right? I think I can capture that feeling in my own work!

I think that, if I have to cite one thing as the most important part of writing- for myself, which I'm sure many people can and ought to disagree with because there's never just one way to do art- it's interrogating the elements of your story, even to yourself. Not all of it needs to go into a story, but for me, someone who is very fond of conceptual horror, I feel like it's a good idea to not take things for granted, but challenge them to yourselves- why a clown? what's scary about a clown? If we unspool these reflexes and instincts, what do they lead us back to?

And I don't mean this as a reason you shouldn't have an evil clown! If you really want to have an evil clown, asking these questions will help you make the thing a lot scarier- it'll give you a clearer thesis of what, exactly, is the horror element here, what about this is scary- and hopefully help you avoid bigotry in horror, which can be a real problem in the genre when prejudice is to a degree rooted in fear, and fear is not objective- we can train our feelings to lead us astray, and while that isn't a mark of how we're a bad person- we often aren't given a choice in it- it's important to return to the source and ask yourself what's scary and if that is inherently so.

#writing ruminations #readmore

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lfcology · 3 years

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you’ll float too | fred weasley

summary: another part of the phobia series. FRED LIVES AU! two years after the war, victoire weasley is turning 1 year old! hermione plans the party with muggle surprises including a clown -- something you’ve had a crippling fear of since you were a child. fred is a bit insecure.

pairing: Fem!Reader x Fred.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: None besides the fear of the clowns.

When the war was over, and all the rubble was gone, everyone in the Wizarding World did their best to return to any sense of normality they could. For Hermione and Ron that meant finally exploring a relationship together. For Fred and George, it meant opening up the shop again. Bill and Fleur however had arguably the most exciting change of all.

A year after so many lives were lost, little Victoire Weasley was brought into the world. Molly and Arthur made it their goal to spoil the first Weasley grandchild like no other and all of the siblings were enamoured by the tiny angel. Her hair was a gorgeous blonde that matched her mother’s, but her eyes held the Weasley mischief inherited from her father.

Charlie made it a point to move closer after the war and being away for so long and Percy made sure to stop by every Sunday after he made amends (Molly welcomed her boy back with open arms). Fred was one of the only constants in your life over the years so when he asked for you to move into the flat above the shop with him and George, it was a no brainer. Family time was at an all-time high for the Weasleys so with Victoire's first birthday approaching it was going to be a monumental celebration.

Hermione suggested she plan the party so Bill and Fleur could finally have some much-needed rest (for once). As expected, she was an excellent party planner. Everything was mapped out but the most exciting part for her was her plan to incorporate some muggle traditions into the party. With the Weasleys having never experienced muggle treats like blowing out candles, pinãtas, or (your least favourite) clowns. You were over the moon to be part of this special day, however, when she mentioned bringing a clown you knew you couldn't go. Without thinking, you made up a quick apology as to why you couldn't attend – something about needing to work, covering a shift for someone on short notice.

Being muggle-born meant you were exposed to clowns at a fairly young age through carnivals, parades and parties. You were never overly fond of them, always finding them quite strange but when a friend of yours suggested you read Stephen Kings It, you despised them. They scared you in a way you could barely put into words. From their laughs to their makeup and wigs, it made your skin crawl. As much as you hated them, however, you knew how excited everyone else was to have this muggle experience: Fred and George specifically.

Once Hermione had explained to them that the whole purpose was to tell jokes and make people laugh, the twins were hooked. Much to your dismay, this meant they didn't stop talking about it around the flat and both had quite the pouts when you said you couldn't go (they were almost convincing enough to make you change your mind).

"You've never worked a Saturday until now," Fred said as he crossed his arms. "Can't someone else cover? Why does it have to be you?"

You sighed from your spot in the bath. You'd set up a lovely spa evening for yourself as Fred was supposed to be working late like he did every Friday. However, 10 minutes into your bubble bath and champagne time, he was home and questioning you. You two had been dating for 2 years and friends for even longer so it wasn't hard for him to tell you were hiding something.

"It's a scheduling mistake I made." You shrugged. "It's too late to get someone to cover."

His only reply was a not so intimidating scowl. Which made you sigh and sit up from the tub a bit more (the bubbles hiding all the important stuff). "Everyone else will be there Freddie, it'll be okay." Fred sat on the closed toilet seat and undid his tie from around his neck. He was tired from a busy work week and didn't feel like arguing with you but he wanted answers.

"Georgie and I are closing the shop for it.... 'Mione is getting time off from the Ministry too. Even Harry ended an Auror mission early!" You rubbed your temples and sighed: if there was one thing about Fred Weasley, it was that he was stubborn as hell. What you didn't expect however, was what he said next.

"Listen, George thinks it's something else but you're hiding something and avoiding me and-" He sighed looking away from you as his shoulders sagged. "Are you cheating on me?"

You stared at him with your mouth agape. Did he have so little faith in you? You needed to make sure he knew the truth ASAP – you never meant your white lie to lead to this. "I never meant to-" You began.

"Who is it?" He asked, jaw clenching.

"Fred-" You said getting up and wrapping yourself in a towel. "I would-" He tried to cut you off again but you'd had enough of him pointing fingers. "I'm scared of clowns!" You all but shouted at him.

He was confused, to say the least.

"What?"

"I'm scared of clowns." You repeated more firmly as you walked closer to him. He was still quite speechless, to be honest, he'd prepared himself for the worst after all. Fred, despite many thinking he was incredibly carefree, overthought absolutely everything. George tried to be a voice of reason and calm him down but once the idea of you hiding something from him entered his mind – it spiralled.

"Freddie, I would never ever cheat on you. You're the only one I'll ever want." You reassured as you stroked his shoulders. He sat up straight and looked up at you from where you stood between his legs. "I knew you and Georgie were excited about the clown coming so I didn't want to ruin the mood and mention that they scared me." You said softly.

His hands found their way to your hips and he ducked his head in embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to assume the worst but you know how I can be sometimes." He chuckled sheepishly. "You wouldn't have ruined the fun love, I'm sure if we mention it to Hermione she can cancel the clown."

"No!" You interjected. "Victoire will probably love it and I don't plan on ruining even more peoples fun..."

"Victoire also loves you," Fred reassured and squeezed your hips gently. "And she may not remember her first birthday but I'm sure she'd rather see you in the photos than a grown man dressed up in a silly costume."

You leaned down and kissed his softly feeling relieved for the first time in a while – he always had a way with words. "Why don't we change into some PJs then talk about why you're scared of them?"

Fred, having so many siblings, was extremely good when it came to being open and communicating one's fears and dreams. The pair of you got into comfier clothes (you donned in one of his old quidditch sweaters for an extra sense of comfort when discussing such a daunting subject). Once you two were settled on the double bed you shared, you reached under and pulled out a worn down box. Inside you found a few knickknacks that never found a place when you moved in with Fred and a tattered copy of It. Despite being the bane of your existence it looked well-loved from being lent out to friends, cried on and thrown around over the years.

"This is It." You said laying the book in your lap. Fred quirked his eyebrow in confusion and took the book as you explained more. "When I was younger, my friend suggested I read this. It's about an evil killer clown named Pennywise."

Fred nodded along and read the description on the back of the book. His brows furrowed in concentration as he looked through the worn-out pages.

"This does seem rather frightening." He said after you looked at him expectantly. "Especially if you read this as a kid!" You nodded and felt relief wash over you when he didn't laugh or make fun. You'd always thought it was a stupid fear to have – something that was meant to bring joy to people ended up terrifying you.

"What really got me was the film." You began. "There's a muggle adaptation and seeing the clown made it so much more real." You shivered as you explained.

"I reckon I could take him." He said puffing his chest out proudly. It wasn't what you expected him to say but when has Fred Weasley ever been one that someone can easily read? Your hand came up to your mouth and you stifled a giggle.

"In what way?" You teased.

"Well, in terms of comedy I've got him beat hands down! Eating kids isn't funny so I reckon he's a terrible clown." He replied not quite understanding that you were egging him on. He was more focused on proving his superiority over Pennywise. "And phyically! I'm 6'4" and even though I don't play Quidditch as regularly anymore I don't doubt I'm still more fit than some old cannibal git."

You couldn't hold back your booming chuckles anymore and leaned back in bed laughing as he stood up. "I'll give him the one-two Weasley special!" He continued as he adjusted his PJs more comfortably. The contagious smile on your face was enough to tell him that his plan was working.

"He'd try to-" He took a bite of the air as if Pennywise was biting at him. "And I'd-" He followed up with a swing of his arm and a kick of his leg.

"My hero..." You said climbing off the bed and hugging him around his middle. He gave you a dimply smile and pressed his lips to yours quickly. "'M the only clown allowed in your life. I promise to fight off all the others."

"You have got the red hair and pale skin after all." You chuckled poking him in the side.

"Don't act like you wouldn't let me bite you." He replied cheekily.

By the time the next day came you felt much more at ease with Fred knowing how you felt. The icing on the cake was that the clown wasn't funny at all. Fred and George stepped in to do their own show after the comedy flop and the finale was Fred challenging the other clown to a brawl before sending a wink your way. Victoire had the time of her life and unanimously everyone agreed that the twins were a much more fitting form of entertainment.

Maybe clowns aren’t so bad after all.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley oneshot #harry potter #weasley family x reader #phobia series

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itsthewritergal · 4 years

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Costumes - F.W x reader

Not going to lie I really want to go to a halloween party with the twins!!

Y/N, Fred and George were putting up the finishing touches of Halloween decorations to the shop, orange and black bunting was hung around the shelves. It looked wonderful with the festive halloween packaging which George had designed a few days ago. Fred was in the middle of attempting to charm a mannequin to follow around a few of the customers, while George was setting up the drinks table.

They had decided to throw a halloween party, partly because they wanted an excuse to see their friends, who had all been busy since leaving Hogwarts, partly because they were celebrating their new line of halloween sweets.

Y/N took a step back to admire her work of hanging the final few streamers around the shop. She had to admit they had done a pretty good job. It really did look wonderful. Feeling arms wrap around her waist Y/N turned around to be face to face with Fred who grinned mischievously.

“The shop looks good” She smiled, as he kissed her cheek

“It really does” Fred grinned, looking her up and down “I’m looking forward to tonight” he added

“So am I! I can’t wait to see everyone” She said thinking about her friends who she hadn’t seen for so long “I cant wait to see your costume” Fred commented with a wink “Can you really not give me a sneak peak?” He begged

“No! I’ve worked for months on my costume, you are going to see it tonight” She smiled, Halloween was the one thing that she loved more than Fred. When they were back at Hogwarts people used to place bets on what Y/N would dress up as each year, sadly nobody ever got it right. Mostly because Fred used to tell her who had betted on what so that nobody won, but nobody needed to know that.

“That’s no fun” Fred pouted dramatically

“Are you sure you’re ok with changing in the office?” She asked

“Of course!” Fred said “I’ll be a gentleman and give you the flat”

“Perfect” She said smiling widely “I better go get ready”

“Don’t be late!” Fred called after her as she made her way up to the flat.

-----

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, running her hands over the suit. She still had to sort out her hair and makeup but everything was finally falling into place. She had been planning it for months, with the help of George. Y/N had stolen Fred’s favourite work suit, claiming that she hadn’t seen it when Fred last put it out to be washed, George had stolen his tie, Y/N then bought a ginger wig. It was something that she was sure Fred wouldn’t have guessed.

Pulling her hair up into a messy bun she began attempting to style the wig into a similar style that Fred had.

“You almost ready? People are starting to arrive” Fred called up to the flat, he huffed knowing that Y/N was never on time anywhere “Be down in a minute” Y/N promised, spraying the wig with hairspray as she placed it on her head, chuckling a little at how badly it suited her.

“Fred’s sent me to come and get you” George said walking into the room, dressed in a badly fitting clown costume “He’s going to loose it when he sees you” George burst out laughing at the girl who stood in front of him

“You think?” Y/N questioned with a smile “I hope so” she had never done a halloween costume based off of anyone she knew, apart from Umbridge, but they didn’t talk about that anymore because of the trouble it got her into.

“Come on, he’s getting antsy cause he hasn't seen you yet” George said leading her out of the flat.

-----

Y/N stood with Hermione at the drinks table, keeping her eye on the crowd in an attempt to see Fred, who had somehow disappeared.

“You look incredible!” Hermione grinned “Almost look like the real thing” She joked

“Despite the height” Ron added, taking another swig of his drink

“I was thinking of buying stilts but I left it too late” Y/N laughed, almost disappointed that she now hadn’t bought them

“Has Fred seen you yet?” she asked

“Not yet, I still haven't seen him” Y/N said turning her eye to the crowd but still no sign of him

“He’s going to love it” She promised, as Ron whisked her away to get some more food.

“Merlin’s beard” Fred gasped as Y/N came into view

“You’re me” Y/N and Fred said at the same time

“You stole my dress!” Y/N gasped looking at Fred who was barely covered in one of her sundresses

“You stole my suit!” Fred said, with a laugh “I was looking for that” He huffed

“You told me you were going as a Clown like George!” She exclaimed,

“That’s on you for believing me” Fred laughed pulling her in for a kiss “You look in my suit” he commented looking her up and down “Although you’d look better out of it” He said with a wink.

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley fluff #halloween fic #hp fandom #hp fanfic #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #fred and george #fred and george fic

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