I found the image of the cover on google image search. The source was said to be from CatMag on DeviantART. I DO NOT OWN IT.
I haven't written anything in a bit. I used to be on multiple sites and just read and write all day, but writing is so therapeutic to me. I take requests, I'll be updating my profile soon. I thought this would be a cute little piece to get back at it. I also have a hard time deciding between first person pov and third person pov writing.
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What better way to spend a slow, gloomy afternoon than in your room reading and listening to music? The rain against the glass window blended with the lighting and thunder provides the perfect atmosphere for a lazy, romantic evening.. like you had any romance in your life.
The low volume of music playing throughout the tiny bedroom of the small apartment drowned out the quiet jingle sound of bells appearing out of seemingly nowhere. The footsteps towards you were silent, you remained unaware of the supernatural presence. The storm intensifies outside the window, almost signaling the approaching danger.
"Beep beep, (Y/N)!" A very unique, very familiar voice playfully exclaims accompanied by the sound of a small horn.
You jump, startled, and looked up from your book and smiled at your best friend, his red hair looking just as perfect as always, like the weather outside hasn't touched him at all. Like he isn't what and who you very well know him to be.
"What are you reading?" He asks as he sits on the bed next to you. Many times you had tried to get him to move out of the sewer permanently and into your apartment. You may have a crush.
"Just a little something about Vikings. They're really interesting." You lazily explain with a slight shrug looking into his eyes and studying his, in your opinion, cute, face. Your eyes narrowed a bit. "You uh.. you got a little something.. right here.." you said, pointing to the side of his mouth, a little blood from his last meal no doubt. He quickly wipes at it, removing the substance from his mouth before looking down.
"Tasty." He simply states as he licks the blood off of his white glove. At least you had convinced him to not eat children anymore.
"I could have gotten you a burger, you know." You state, giving him a displeased look while noticing the hard eye roll from the clown as he lightly sighs.
"I could have still been sleeping, you know, if someone didn't wake me up from my long rest." He sassily says returning the same look you gave him. Oops.
"I said I was sorry!" A slight grin breaking across your face, "And besides, if I didn't, then you wouldn't have me as a bestie. So.. you're welcome." You say with a cheesy smile and wink. He suddenly looks curious.
"You never did tell me what you were doing with that book of yours. What were you trying to conjure up?" He asks, because whatever you had did that night at the well house woke him up and brought him back to the gloomy streets of Derry. You shrug in response, remembering that night like it was last night. The memory replaying in his head as well.
"I really didn't think I could actually do anything besides tarot cards, but, if you must know," You close your book, sitting it to the side on top of a small table before giving him a serious look. "I was trying to conjure up the love of my life." You stare deep into his blue eyes. The look on his face was priceless! Shock. Pure shock. You giggle a bit. "I'm kidding! I saw a thing in there for anti-aging. I guess immortality, but I'm not sure. But then I got you! Because you're immortal." He giggles happily before his eyes dart downwards and you feel a small tug on your wrist.
"What are those?!" He asks with a lisp. Oh, how you loved that lisp. It may be considered a fetish to some. You couldn't fight the smile back from hearing it. You hold your wrist up a little to show him all your bracelets. Different colors of jelly bracelets. (Take me back to middle school!)
"These, are bracelets. People, mostly girls, wear them to feel pretty. But these are jelly bracelets. People play 'snap' with them a lot. Or, they used to anyway. I still like them. They actually were banned from some schools because of that game." I explain, looking at the multiple colors I had on my wrist with light interest.
"What's snap?" Pennywise asks, confused. He studies the colors while I explain to him the meanings behind each color, which, coincidently, I had one of every color on right now. Odd.
"So, if I were to break, say, the purple one, you would have to kiss me?" He asks, curiously. God, with that lisp I'll make you slip and break the black one you sexy fucking clown. He suddenly smiles widely. My heart skips a beat. I really hope he didn't just hear my thoughts, I was thinking it quite loudly. I hear and feel a small 'pop' before looking down. The purple one is in his gloved hand, broken. I blush a furious red color.
"Oh, you accidently broke-" I say before he cuts me off.
"We're playing snap. It wasn't an accident.." He looks down at me before leaning closer, his gloved hand now on the side of my neck. I don't think my heart can beat any faster than it is right now. It feels like he's taking an eternity to finally press his lips against mine. His warm, soft lips make my heart quicken it's pace even more so, in the back of my mind I worry about a possible heart attack. I gently lay my hand on his, chills running through my body as I begin aching to intensify the kiss. Just as I nearly have enough courage to do so, he pulls away and tugs me closer to him. "I like the red one.." he trails off, eyeing the bright red jelly bracelet on my wrist. "What does that one mean?" He asks, making eye contact. I nervously laugh.
"Lap dance-" before I could fully finish saying it, a lightning fast, almost violent, snapping sound filled the room. "I.." the words get caught in my throat as he morphs into a gorgeous brunette. I stare at him until he mumbles that he 'doesn't actually look like a clown..' I look him over while he returns the favor, eyes lingering on my chest and collar bone, slightly exposed. The light pink slightly loose sweater clinging to my full breasts, stretching the fabric a bit. He noticed and bit his lip with a smile.
"Oh.. I uh.. i guess I'll change into my lingerie."
"Please do that." He eagerly states, a pleading tone to the words; making me blush again. He throws a wink and smile my way while sitting back on the bed, waiting for his show.
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If you want me to continue, or do more colors that aren't so PG13, Leave a comment and I'll get to work :)
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Snapped [Breaking Bracelets]
FanfictionFluff. Flirting. Requests are open. Who better to break your black jelly bracelet than your oddly attractive best friend who also happens to be the town's infamous sewer clown?