Summary - After having been together in their unspoken relationship for some time, (Y/n) suggests that they have their own first date.
Notes - Y'all I'm alive 🤚🏻 This is for a request from @odditycircus-2002 asking for a date night between this beautifully twisted couple 💕 (Has not been 100% proofread yet, but I promise any mistakes will get fixed!)
Please let me know if you have a request!
Warning(s) - Art honestly, violence, minor gore
Song Inspiration -
Matt Maltese - As the World Caves In
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(Y/n) stood next to her bed at her house, folding her laundry while Art was curled up on top of the sheets across from her. Only the lamp on one of her nightstands was lit, casting a warm and dim glow over the room. Soft music filled the room, creating a calmer atmosphere as they soaked in each other's presence.
Art's eyes traced her every movement, fascinated by how meticulous she was with such a simple task.
As she grabbed her clothes that were put on hangers and opened the matter wardrobe to put them away, she eyed the clothes inside. There wasn't an overwhelming amount, but there was enough for every occasion. Though she never participated in such occasions. As she hung up the last article of clothing, she was struck with an idea.
"Hey, Art?" The clown perked up at her delicate voice. "I was wondering about something." (Y/n) continued as she finished putting away the rest of her clothes in her dresser.
Art sat up enthusiastically, hands folded in his lap with his legs outstretched in front of him as he grinned in anticipation.
She smiled in adoration at his behavior. "What if we had a special night together?" (Y/n) asked timidly, moving to straddle his lap and began to fiddle with his ruffle collar.
Art's expression was thoughtful. Curious, yet it held a sense of confusion.
"I don't mean what we usually do. I mean just us... going out and enjoying each other's company."
Art gave her an almost offended expression, motioning between the two of them and then holding his hands up in question with a level of sass.
"Listen!" (Y/n) giggled and placed her hands against his chest.
Art crossed his arms, leaning in with his ear impatiently.
"I mean like a date."
His expression turned into surprise, hands coming up to his cheeks.
"We can go out and grab some good food, watch a movie together." (Y/n) continued persuasively, reaching to take his hands and held them together in front of her. "I can dress nice and pretty for you."
Art looked her up and down seductively, wiggling his eyebrows as his tongue peeked out between his teeth.
"We'll see." (Y/n) chuckled. "Does that sound good to you though?" She asked seriously, thumbs brushing the back of his gloved hands. He nodded eagerly and she leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. "Good. Tomorrow then."
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In her small, dimly lit room, (Y/n) stood in front of her dresser, carefully applying her makeup in front of the mirror hung above it. Music hummed in the background, giving her a boost of confidence as she stood back and admired her more gussied-up appearance. Her reflection was striking yet soft, a haunting beauty.
The personification of her work.
The air smelled faintly of old paint, charcoal, and the earthy scent of the countless roses and odd trinkets Art had collected for her over time. But there was also a new scent that clung to the air; the smell of her perfume that she kept for special occasions such as this.
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