#pennywise angst

[imyourbratzdoll]

give me your thoughts x divider by @newlips the gif isn’t mine

You shook with fear, watching as a giant clown crawled from within the drains, escaping the sewers with his golden gaze set on your scared form. You began to fear for your life, frozen as he began to stalk towards you, the rain hitting harder against everything. You watch with wide eyes as his foot catches on something, causing him to slip and fall to the ground, a loud splash echoing through the empty streets.

You couldn’t help it. After a second of watching the clown slip, you burst out laughing. You watch as he looks up and glares at you, but you can’t help but continue to laugh, clutching your sides as you lean forward. You forget that he was scary a few seconds ago and begin to walk off, still laughing, never turning around to look back.

Pennywise pouts, cursing the rain as he watches you walk off laughing at him.

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[clawtitties]

‘’Liar Liar’’ chapter 2 (currywise x reader sfw)

TRIGGER WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS WORK : ABUSE / EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, THE ROMANTICIZATION OF SUCH THINGS IS NOT THE INTENT OF THIS WORK WHAT SO EVER. PLEASE STAY SAFE.

Note from Noa :

Here we are with chapter 2 of my very first bigger project! I don’t know if anyone cares at all but I’m gonna keep writing this and publishing it. Mostly because it’s good practice and I enjoy writing :^) Again, don’t roast me for being bad at writing I haven’t done this a lot- haha-

Oh another thing, I know these are really short because my initial goal has been to write around 1000 words per chapter because again I’m not used to writing super long text. I hope I can change that later on though!

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You had spent the first weeks crying to yourself and trying to piece together who was who in the contacts list of your cellphone. The weeks after that were spent frantically collecting whatever memorabilia you could find to re-gather yourself- or what was yourself. You gave yourself set rules to follow each day, with steps to try to remember who you were the day before. In case you woke up again with no recollection of your ‘’new self’’, you could somehow piece even that (your name here lol sorry to interrupt continue on) together.

 You started keeping a journal, spending hours every day detailing what happened. It was a whole lot of ‘’not much’’ on a day to day basis, at least in your current situation. You were left alone with your own thoughts- if you could even call them your thoughts. They were the thoughts of who ever owned this body before they lost their mind and became the shell of who they once were.

 It had been a while since you last saw the monster that chased you in the woods, but that didn’t stop your mind from wandering back to that day. Nothing could.

 You went through the pictures on what was presumably your cellphone before the incident. It was a part of your new daily routine at this point, trying to remember faces; your family, friends, coworkers, anyone or anything that seemed important. While haphazardly going through the folders upon folders of images something caught your eye, something familiar.

 ‘’Pennywise?’’

‘’You know it baby!’’

 He was holding some sort of animal and a couple flowers. You couldn’t even tell what the hell the furry thing in his arms was, but you figured it was some fucked up way of showing affection. You stammered out a weak hello and rapidly darted your eyes between the clown’s face and the animal carcass. ‘’P-please take that poor thing outside’’ you whispered with a look of pure terror creeping across your face. If a dead thing was his way of showing affection you didn’t want to do what he could have done to you in the forest. You reluctantly accepted his flowers.

 ‘’Wh- what are you doing here?’’

 Another cigar slipped from his sleeve and he lit it with a flick of his fingers. ‘’I had to check up on you, babydoll’’ he took a long and somehow condescending drag from his cigar. ‘’To see if your little jig is up yet’’ he continued and flashed a crooked smile at you. You couldn’t do anything but stare back at him with pure confusion lacing your eyes. Tears started to swell up.

 He wasn’t going to leave you alone again, was he? You had nothing to prove yourself with. No matter what you did you knew he wouldn’t believe you. He kept staring at you with his piercing blue eyes, anxiety swelling up in your stomach to the point where you felt like you could burst. His gaze darted around your small apartment, paying careful attention to the papers and notebooks scattered around. You never got the chance to clean up after yourself.

 ‘’You’re really taking this whole gag of yours further than I guessed’’ he chuckled while haphazardly flipping through a notebook he found laying on the floor. He let out a condescending huff and dropped the book back into it’s place. You remained silent. If something was certain in your mind it was that nothing you said could convince him.

 Another spiteful drag of his cigar.

 He was visibly getting pissed off now.

 He gripped your chin as gently as he could with a primal rage pooling in his abdomen. ‘’Tell ya what’’ he hissed. The sweet nicknames had dropped what seemed like an eternity ago. You started shaking again, now out of a sick mixture of fear and frustration.

 ‘’I’ll give ya one last chance! Now, tell the truth will ya?’’ his words shattered the last bit of hope you had. You knew nothing about who you once were, you didn’t even quite know who Pennywise was. Thoughts were rushing through your head so fast you couldn’t make any coherent decisions. You needed time. You couldn’t just-

 You spoke.

 ‘’I- I’m sorry Pennywise. I know it was a dumb stunt, I just-’’ you stammered out. Something was screaming inside you; why would you do that, why would you do that, why would you- ‘’I just wanted some attention is all’’ you continued with a gargantuan lump forming in your throat. This would eventually land you in deep shit, but you just needed him to stay. At least you were half speaking the truth, you did need at least some attention. You had been too frightened to answer the phone when your family called to check up on you. You had been alone, so alone.

 ‘’That wasn’t so hard, was it?’’ he began to stroke your hair as he spoke in a kind tone you had never expected from a monstrous clown. You started sobbing, half from relief and half from the dread of lying to a monster that could send you flying across the room with a flick of his fingers.

 He wrapped his arms around you, hushing you as if you were a distressed child. The blood from that poor animal carcass was smearing all over your clothes as he held you in his tender hold. He had carelessly left it laying around at your doorstep, where it would continue to smell like death long after it’s passing.

 You gripped the silky fabric of his costume and let his warmth calm your nerves for the time being, you could deal with this mess later. For now you just needed someone to care about you, even if it means sinking further into your web of lies.

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another note from Noa :

Thank you for once again reading my shit! I had fun with the plot on this chapter and I have a plot twist in mind a few chapters down :^) Again, let me know if you want like a tagged section on these chapters or something!

[paperboat-bill]

Georgie survives

Pennywise gripped into Georgie's arm so tight he felt hopeless in that moment, in tears as he thought about how mad Bill would be if he wouldn't return home. But Georgie has an idea, an idea so simple pennywise never expected it from a boy his age. He swings his feet around and hits the clown, gets up and runs. He runs home, as fast as his little legs allow him. He runs through his house as his mother continues to play fur Elise on the piano. He runs up the denbrough stairs, careful not to trip. He runs right into bills arms, despite his flu causing him to sniffle everywhere. Georgie survives.

[clownkisser]

The Moment You Knew He Cared

Sorry if the name it weird, idk what to actually call it soooo....you get that trash....Anyways! This was a request, sorry I didn’t get to it until now....hope this is what you wanted!

Request:  Hey! Could you PLEASE do either a fic or headcannon. As if Penny is sexually intimate with someone else, (no feelings though). And he doesn't understand why the reader is upset although he loves the reader. Maybe he didn't think of the act in such a way or comprehend the damage it would cause the reader like he legit doesn't realize that human emotion til now. The reader is heartbroken. Penny tries to understand and fix it. He feels horrible

Warning: rape mention(also sad clownboi and feels ahead)

           You heard it on the news. They were sending some poor girl to the psych ward because she wouldn’t stop crying about some clown that came into her room and raped her. The second you heard the report your jaw dropped to the floor. As soon as you came to your senses, about the situation, you knew you needed to talk to him. Pennywise hadn’t killed you yet, and you thought that maybe there was a chance that he did love you back. Although, he hadn’t said it, you knew that there was some sort of feeling there.

           Grabbing your coat and keys, you just didn’t care anymore. You had to go talk to Penny. There was no getting around this, and the more you thought about it made you more pissed as all hell. Reaching the Neibolt house, you watched your breath disappear into the cool fall air. It felt like an eternity, but you walked up the steps. Each movement caused a creaking beneath you, and it almost sounded like the whole house was going to cave in on itself. Walking deeper and deeper into the house, you called out for your lover.

           “Penny? Penny, we need to talk.” You tried to not let him hear how shaky your voice was. Deep down you always worried that he would eat you eventually, the moment your fear smelled too delicious for him not to sink his teeth into your flesh. Even just thinking about it made you shudder.

           Without warning you heard a giggle coming from behind you. “Yes, my dear?”

           That voice almost always made you melt. Just the way he said everything attracted you for some reason. You couldn’t explain it. But that was not the time for this. You spun around. “Penny, was it you that did that to that girl?”

           “Did what?” That goofy smirk spread across his face as he drooled on the ground. “Oh! You mean that sweet little delicious snack? I didn’t have time to eat her because her boyfriend came running into the room. Didn’t want to attract attention to myself again after what happened with those kids.”

           “Penny! That was not right!” The anger in your voice didn’t waiver. Just hearing him talk like that made your stomach churn. “What you did to that poor girl was rape, and not only that but you and I are supposed to be a thing!” You stomped on the floorboards that argued against your foot with a loud groan. Your anger just came flooding out without hesitation. “I can’t believe you Penny! I mean, I know you aren’t human and all, but I thought that I meant something to you. That isn’t something you do when you care about someone. Hell, that isn’t something that you do at all!”

           As you continued to yell at him, Penny’s expression changed. You didn’t care, but you also couldn’t tell if it was sadness, anger, or hunger. Maybe a mixture? Who knew, but nothing was going to stop you now. There was nothing that could stop the word vomit coming out of your mouth. You just kept going and going. You honestly couldn’t even tell what you were saying anymore. Maybe it was all just jumbles at this point, and nothing was coming out. All you knew was you were mad, and Penny didn’t look like he was listening.

           Eventually, you stopped, and both you and Penny just stared at each other for a couple minutes. He still wasn’t letting onto what he was thinking. He never did that. That just was Penny. Never letting on how he actually felt, just a mask so that he could keep in control.

           “Are you gonna say anything?” You asked almost spitting at him.

           Without a word, he just walked towards you and wrapped you in a hug. You tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than you. And was that, a sob? Suddenly, he slumped down, pushing his head into your stomach. He was gripping your arms as he sobbed again.

           “I’m sorry.”

           You had no clue what to say. This was not like him. You’ve never heard him apologize. And you had no clue as to what was happening now, so you just stroked his hair as he cried.

           “I’m sorry, darling. I just thought that it would be a good way to get food. But I didn’t like the taste of that fear. It stunk. I lied, her boyfriend didn’t come. I just didn’t like the taste.” He could barely talk, but he just kept going. There was now a pool of drool and tears practically seeping through your coat. “I’ve never seen you so upset with me. I know I don’t do good things, and I know that you aren’t always going to be happy. But seeing you like that breaks me. It hurts. I don’t know how to describe it. Part of me is afraid. Afraid you’ll leave. I don’t want you to go.”

           Holding back tears of your own, you choked down a sob. You sure as hell were not going to let him off the hook for this one, but seeing him like this, hearing those words, it broke you too. Wrapping his head into a hug, you held him there. “I’m not going to leave you Penny. I-I’m still mad at you, but I love you. I’m not going anywhere.” Sensing that the tears weren’t going to stop anytime soon, you worked your way down onto the floor with the weeping clown and embraced him. Kissing his red runny nose, you knew that this wasn’t something fleeting, he actually cared. Whether that was always going to be the case, you still had yet to find out. But for now, you just sat there holding Pennywise in your arms.

[pennywrithe]

KILLING ME SOFTLY a/n; requested by anonymous. a fic where Pennywise accidentally kills the reader. man. I’m so HAPPY this got requested as I’ve been waiting to do angst for a long time as it’s normally my strong suit. thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy and pls don’t hate me lmao. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

warnings: mentions of blood, child harm, death. 

Desperate, anguished wailing and roaring fills the empty space in the tunnels that connect the sewer system. Cracked, porcelain skin is decorated with specks of crimson, waves of it coat the silk material that covers his hands, the very same that are desperately trying to halt the heavy flow that escapes from his mistake, streams of blood leaking through the spaces between his fingers as it spreads like a disease. A mistake he would never forget, forgive or live with. Our Jester had never felt such a way before, is this what fear felt like? No, this was something much more awful. 

“Please.” He chokes out before his mouth splits open, a guttural scream ripping through the air as he struggles to breathe through his pain. He’s certain the air in his lungs has turned poisonous and hyperventilates as the next wave of sobbing overcomes him, his entire frame shaking like a delicate leaf in the autumn winds. This had to be a joke, a twisted prank being played on him! It was only pretend, you were only kidding around and would spring up in his arms with the laugh that he adored so much, kissing him and apologising for making him feel this way. 

To his despair, none of that came. That’s all it was, a simple mistake. The clown was starving, his thoughts going a million miles per hour as he caught scent of his next feast wandering too closely to his lair. A young, naïve one that was curious about the world but also hesitant and afraid at the same time. Sneaking up on the young one, he grabs them by the throat and takes a deep inhale as he lifts their frame up into the air, searching deeply for their deepest and darkest fear so he could really enjoy tonight’s meal. The child sobbed heavily, screaming and begging for their mother and father and asking Pennywise to release them so they could go home and see their beloved family again, a prayer that fell on deaf ears. He laughed mockingly as the child continued to call out his name repeatedly. “Pennywise!” They screamed, each sounding more angry and desperate than the last. Anger begins to boil in the blood of the performer and he extends his claws in a flash, the daggers ripping through the delicate fabric of his gloves and piercing the jugular of his victim. When the wailing sound of a child crying hits his ears, he snaps from his hunger. Now this was odd; children couldn’t scream if they were dead. Turning to face the source of the noise, excitement tingles through his body in case this means more meat to keep him going for a few extra days. Instead, he finds himself tilting his head in confusion at what his eyes fall upon and he drops the deer that got trapped in his deadlights. The very child that he was about to feast on was knocked to the floor a few feet from where his lumbering frame stood, orbs bulging out their skull with fear and a pile of vomit near them. Just as he’s about to make his approach towards them, his name enters his ears once more and the voice sounds familiar. It sounds like home. Smiling, he spins around exuberantly, ready to give you - his darling - the show of a lifetime. However, the once peppy attitude vanishes as well as his winning smile and appetite as he takes in the sight before him. A different set of thoughts run through his mind as well as an overwhelming rush of emotions. Deep shades of gold flashes in his eyes as his mouth grows larger to expose his teeth and he turns to his original meal, screaming at them to leave whilst they still can. Dropping to his knees in the dirty sewage water that spills into the creek, he crawls over to the body on the floor and delicately holds them in his arms, whispering and begging for this to not be real, for it to be a joke – an illusion.

You had been awake since the early hours of the morning and after watching the sun rise with a warm beverage, you got yourself dressed to face the decreasing temperatures before making your way to see your lover, your face going numb as the approaching winter air kissed your skin with a sting. Upon your arrival you were faced with something you never thought you’d have to witness - Pennywise eating. You weren’t completely unaware as to what he ate and how he went about it, but you pushed it far into the back of your mind and ignored it as well as you could so you could enjoy your time with the clown, but watching it happen and doing nothing about it was something you couldn’t stomach. Screaming his name, you charge over and push the child out of his grasp with all of your might but unfortunately my dear, you were the one to get caught in his crossfire. “Pennywise!” You would beg, kicking your legs and gripping tightly onto the wrist that connected the hand latched around your throat but no matter how loud you screamed, you couldn’t get through to him. The grip was getting tighter, you were losing focus and breath and you had never seen him look this way before, so desperately entertained and starved as he mocked you. The tears burn against your icy skin as they leak from your eyes as you stare into the face of the man you loved before everything stopped. Breathing got more difficult and your body was burning as it froze simultaneously, limbs and bones ached as you were dropped to the floor following the echo of a scream. Vision blurred, you look up at the changing skies of Derry. Wisps of clouds delicately shuffle their way through the atmosphere as the pale blue shines brightly – your body even warmer now as you splutter and cough. Pennywise appears in front of you and you’re uncertain as to whether you’re moving or not, too focused on the way he looks to fully notice. My darling, why do you look so sad? Weakly, you shakily lift your arm to caress his face, telling him everything will be alright but he doesn’t hear anything, he’s begging and pleading with you to not leave him and that he’s sorry. What for? You wonder; as you weren’t planning on going anywhere any time soon. Always silly that one, playing jokes and pranks you didn’t fully understand but they made you howl with delight anyway because he was so proud of them. A ghost of a smile decorates your features as you close your eyes, you’re exhausted all of a sudden. It must be from pushing that child out of the way. A blanket of comforting warmth is wrapped around you, his voice faint in your ears as you begin to lull yourself into a never-ending slumber. It wasn’t so bad though, you were so comfortable and oh so warm. Pennywise would like this, you thought. Your lover, your soul mate, the clown from another world, Pennywise. The smashing of objects isn’t heard by you as he curses the world and himself, the feeling of un-gloved hands caressing your face isn’t felt and the kiss he places against your cerulean lips isn’t returned. The jester takes a bow as the curtain drops, one last twisted laugh entering the air before he disappears with your corpse, never to be seen by the town of Derry for another twenty-seven years. A hunger like never before and a desire to plunge the town into fear coming with him.