Pepto (It 2017) Pt. 3

Pepto (It 2017) Pt. 3

Fandom: It (2017)

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Rating: M

Summary: Who knew? It seems clowns get carsick too...

Part One     Part Two

     Instead of getting angry he turns to grab your face gently and kiss you very delicately but passionate at the same time. You pull away lightheaded and laugh when he is begging with puppy eyes.

     "Oh alright but hurry because if you're not in this car by the time I come back consider yourself deserted."

     He laughs in glee and gives you a quick peck on your lips before sprinting out of your car. You roll your eyes at his antics and scurry off to find the restroom.

     After you finish up you run into the mini-mart and grab a thing of Pepto-Bismol because you know your lover more than he knows himself.

You can't even stand regular puke, let alone a demon clown who eats children's puke...

YUCK!

Penny's already in the car when you are coming back. As soon as he see you his face lit up with a genuine smile, not just a creepy perverted one.

You feel your heart swoon and you couldn't help but return one of your own. You ask if he's okay and once you're ready you head back out on the road again.

Not even 15 minutes later and Penny is groaning in pain and looks pretty green. You wordlessly fish the Pepto out of its bag and toss it into his lap.

He gives you an incredulous look almost refusing to take it. You plead with him to try it.

"Penny please trust me, it'll make you feel better I swear. I just can't stand to see you in pain so please take it for me." You use puppy eyes to really hit the point home.

He growls and scowls at you as he rips the cap off and pours half the bottle into his mouth.

He reacts right away, refusing to swallow it and almost spitting it everywhere.

"PENNY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T FUCKING SWALLOW IT I WILL PULL THIS CAR OVER AND PUSH YOUR ASS OUT UNTIL YOU SUCK IT UP AND JUST DRINK IT. DON'T TEST ME!"

You continue to bellow at him up until he begrudgingly swallows it all while making dramatic faces and fake gagging noises.

You can't help but giggle at him because his reaction is just too comical.

He sees you laughing at him so he turns and faces the window, pouting. You both drift into a comfortable silence until Penny's creepy staring disrupted it.

"Is there like something on my face because you're freaking me out," you giggle again as you nervously watch him from the corner of your eye. He grins at your comment but then continues to fidget in his seat, looking like he's having an internal battle about something.

"Thank you," he muttered it very quietly but you heard it and your mouth dropped open.

1.) Penny NEVER says thank you, in fact, you don't think he ever has.

2.) The poor guy is so embarrassed and it does show he has potential to be sweet.

"No problem sweet pea, told ya it would work." You winked at him and he reached over to grab your hand in his before dozing off (while purring like a cat you notice) in his seat.

You smile never wanting this moment to end... You could get used to this.

Me and all the other Jugpea shippers a bit starved so is it okay for a nsfw alphabet for them too? If you don’t mind...

I can def. attempt this, it may take a little while though Xoxoxo

NSFW will be tagged as #lemon sorta NSFW is #Lime Weird fet shit/ extreme NSFW is #orange reblog to spread awareness that we’re back on the citrus scale

Pepto (IT 2017 ) Pt. 1

Fandom: It (2017)

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Rating: M

Warning: Language

Summary: Who knew? It seems clowns get carsick too...

Part Two    Part Three

You huff and puff as you struggle to lift your suitcase into your very tiny trunk. You give another push with all your might and you let out a triumphant noise as you can finally close your trunk and be on your way.

You never told Penny that you were leaving, but you assure yourself that he is far too busy to even care that you'll be gone. As you try to find your keys to lock your trunk, your entire purse falls off your shoulder and spills all of its contents onto your driveway.

You release a loud groan of frustration and a few mumbled curses as you drop to your knees to clean up the mess.

You try to hastily just shove it all back into your bag. As you reach for your sunglasses, a very tall shadow falls over you and then a white-gloved hand snatches your sunglasses before you can.

You lean upon your heels and meet the gaze of a certain clown who is already deviously smirking at you.

"Tsk, tsk (y/n). You're such a clumsy girl, worse than a babe trying to walk."

Penny's face makes it clear that he is mocking you, so now your cheeks flush red with embarrassment. You avert your gaze to your lap, bracing yourself for more laughter at your expense.

You jump when Penny suddenly squats in front of you and cups your cheek in his hand. It takes a moment for you to respond, but you nuzzle into his palm.

You savor both his smell and his warmth. He always goes out of his way to smell like your favorite carnival treats: cotton candy, popcorn, and freshly made funnel cake.

Penny responds with a gentle purr and pulls you into his lap, He buries his head into your neck while you snake your arms up to play with his eccentric hair. You hum in content just enjoying his embrace.

"Anything you need to tell me (y/n)?"

You pale as you realize that he already knows you are leaving, and you know Penny always assumes the worst. You doubt you could reason with him at all right now, the anger is practically oozing off of him.

You argue with yourself whether it matters to try to tell him the truth, but unfortunately for you the clown takes your silence for a confession.

You notice almost immediately Penny growing very rigid and his arms growing tighter and tighter. Breathing is getting hard for you so with tears running down your face, you beat on his shoulders. Panicking that this time he will actually kill you.

He lets out a feral roar before releasing you from his grip. You scramble as fast as you can away from him, but only a few feet because you know if it looks like you're going to run, he will chase you and you can't possibly comprehend the torture you would go through when he catches you.

You wince as you notice how bad your ribs hurt, you will be black and blue tomorrow. That is IF you make it to tomorrow. Penny slowly rises to his tall height and he looks as if he is stalking his prey.

You hear the popping as his black claws push through his gloves, and suddenly you know how the kids feel before he eats them. Your head whips around to look at all the other houses on the street. You pray someone will at least try to save you, but you know it won't happen.

'Its no use,' you think, 'they only see what he wants them to see.' This whole damn town is cursed and all you could do is tremble. Penny sniffs around and picks up traces of your fear, becoming even more feral than before. He lets out a throaty moan that trails off into a demented giggle.

"Naughty, naughty little (y/n). You thought in that pathetic little mind of yours that you could pull a fast one over on Ole' Pennywise? You thought you could leave me!"

Penny roars until you are sure your ears are bleeding. You quickly try to open your mouth and explain but he decides to make the next move instead.

Penny jumps at you and lifts you by the throat until your face is equal to his.

"You've seemed to have forgotten your place, pet. You only breathe because I allow you to. You've only made it this far because offer the one thing that is very hard, for a sewer clown like myself, to find. A good fuck. That's all you're good for you little whore. The moment you bore me is the moment I will devour your tasty, tasty flesh."

You can tell he is thinking of all the ways he could feast on his precious pet, from the waterfall of drool coming out of his mouth and the way his eye drifts off.

"Yes... yes. Pennywise will enjoy eating you. You're too good to float," laughs like a maniac, "your fear is the most delicious I have ever encountered."

Your gasps for air reel him back into reality and you watch his bright red-rimmed eyes refocus. He brings you closer till you are nose and nose and his signature smirk is back on his face.

"Now be a good girl (y/n), and tell me who's you are," He pants into your face.

You kick your feet through the air as to fight to remain conscious, but you manage to gasp out a single word.

"Yours."

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Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Reggie Mantle/Reader

Rating: Explict

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Say Something (W.C. 1,842)

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea / Reader

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Cussing, Underage Drinking

Summary: Sweet Pea never thought he would be so f***ing ruined by a girl, but here he is, clutching the phone to his ear praying to anyone listening that you would pick up.

*Can be read as sequel to “I’m Not Her” or can be read alone*

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     Sweet Pea never thought he would be so fucking ruined by a girl, but here he is, clutching the phone to his ear praying to anyone listening that you would pick up.

    "Hey this is y/n, I'm not around to pick up bu-"

    "Damn it!" He punches the red call button and leans back against his headboard, phone tossed away and his hands tugging through his hair. It's been a week since you walked out and he feels as if he's going fucking insane without you. The only other times he's cried so hard were when his parents abandoned him as a kid, and when he nearly lost his best friend. But this was different. When he's gone through hard times before, he had you. You were the light of his life and his fuck-up caused him to be alone. Sweet Pea struggles to swallow around the lump in his throat, eyes burning from continuous tears. He's a mess.

    He needs you. He knows that now. With you he felt powerful, attractive, safe... loved. But you're gone, and he feels like he might die from the aching in his chest, from every single fucking memory of you two running through his head. Beer, he needs a beer, multiple. Pea wobbles on his feet and slowly makes his way into the catastrophe of which is his den. He took all of his pain out on the trailer for the first three days, and it shows. Pea pushes the flipped couch out of his way, eyes trained on the dinky fridge that hold his newest best friend. Said fridge is bare of all edible substances aside from the four 6-packs Fang's gifted him when he heard of the breakup. Fuck, even the word makes his heart spasm. He grabs a bottle and pops it open, leaning against the counter. He takes a long swig, welcoming the bitter taste. 

          Pea doesn't know how much longer he could live like this. Hell, he's had to hold himself back from running to your house even if it's just to catch a glance at you. Because he sees everything but you anymore. The coat hook, empty. His shower void of all your soaps, your side of the closet... bare. He feels like you're a ghost now and he's frantic to just prove that you were ever in his life at all! But the loneliness that's slowly suffocating Pea proves that you are very much real. You were his, for a short while, but he was the one that never took 'being yours' seriously. He remembers your face when you begged him to just be honest about how he feels for you, that he loves you. But he couldn't. Not because of anything other than he's a coward that doesn't deserve you. He remembers when Betty and Jughead came to get the things you left behind, Jones had to almost sit on him so Betty could come in and out safely, taking all he had left of you.

      Pea starts to shake as the next wave of this ever-lasting mental breakdown comes upon him. He wishes this was all just some stupid fucking nightmare and he would wake up to you squirming away from his snores in your ear. He would let you go, but before you could get off the bed, he's grab you back and crawl on top of you. He'd whisper all the naughty things he wanted to do to you, watching the lust dance across your eyes. Pea would nearly lose it as you let out a little moan, grinding against his bottom half, him kissing your neck-

    "God fucking damn it!" Pea wails his bottle against the wall and slowly slides down to the floor, begging someone -anyone - to put him out of his misery.

    "Fuck, y/n," his voice cracking into uncontrollable sobs. He can't be bothered to try to make his way into the bed as his vision darkens, finally giving into exhaustion on the glass ridden tile. 

      A little while later, a few forceful pounds on his door stirs Pea out of his drunken stupor, but only to groan, hoping if he stays somewhat quiet that whoever out there will get the fucking hint. He wants to suffer, alone. Pea imagines you're doing the same thing, at least he hopes you're as broken up about this as he is. Soon the bangs stop, but before he could slip away again, a powerful shove sends his door nearly off its hinges, no doubt cracking the frame. Pea nearly uses all of his energy to sit up, seeing double of a certain purple haired vixen. Fuck he want her seeing him like this. He tries to scramble to his feet as Toni looks around in shock.

    "What the hell did you do? I was expecting a mess, but it's like a fucking war zone Pea!"

    "Why are you here?"

    "You're joking right? You haven't left here in a week and you've been ignoring every single person who's tried to get you. I'm the last resort!"

    Pea just lolls his head back against the counter and closes his eyes, trying to block out the spinning room.

    "Fuck off." Toni just snorts at that and makes her way into the kitchen, only sighing at the broken glass. Neither of them speak as she fetches the broom to clean it up. Soon she just slumps down next to Pea, slightly gagging at the alcohol rolling off of him in waves. Pea just hopes she'll get bored with his silence and just leave, but Toni just plays with her bracelet, trying to find the right words.

    "Do, do you want to talk about it?"  Pea finally turns to look at her, and she flinches slightly at his bloodshot eyes and red skin, making it clear how broken he feels right now. She's at a loss, never having seen him so torn up over something before. He usually is so good at burying his feels, so having his face being so easy to read shakes her a little.

    "Have you seen her?"       Toni takes a deep breath, hesitating a little before giving a solemn nod. She can't stand to look at him as she continues.

    "Yeah, I've seen her around lately." Pea swallows and then asks the inevitable.

    "H-how is she?"

    "She-e was very upset before, but-" Toni cuts off taking more interest in her jeans at the moment. Pea's anger spikes again as he shoves her shoulder.

    "But?" Toni just sighs and runs her fingers through her hair. 

     "I don't think you want to know-"

    "Quit fucking around."

    "She-s, she's... happy." Pea whips his head around, furrowing his brows. What the fuck does she mean you're happy. You should be a hermit, constantly crying like he is. You were never a good liar, so he's sure you aren't faking, but, but that just pisses him off! How fucking dare you being happy without him.

    "Happy? Happy! Are you fucking serious?!" Anyone else would be shocked, but Toni would expect this. Still, she couldn't help being a bit coy.

    "I though you're supposed to say that you're just happy because she's happy and all that sappy shit." He only just glares and then turns to face the wall.

    "No. I don't want her happy unless she's with me. I'm a selfish mother fucker. Who the fuck does she think she is? She should be wallowing in sadness and alcohol like I am, not fucking acting like she's celebrating! If she was here right now I'd-"

    "But shes not. And she's not your fucking problem anymore, so your opinion means shit."

     Pea just puts his head down, accepting the loss just a little more. Toni feels bad at cutting his rant off, but for Pea, being drunk and angry wouldn't do anyone good! She stands up and reaches her hand out to him. He stumbles to his feet and they make the journey to the bedroom. Pea just flops face down to the bed and Toni just stands there, unsure if it's safe to leave him right now.  

   "You don't have to fucking babysit me, I'm not gonna do anything stupid." Pea mumbles from his pillow. Knowing how Pea is when he's drunk, Toni just shifts and then grabs him a glass of water, and leaves with a final worried glance. Pea tries to fall back asleep, but Toni's words keep ringing through his head.  

   "She's happy."   

  He doesn't know if its the loneliness or alcohol that leads him to try calling you again, already expecting the same voicemail message.

      "What do you want Pea?"

    He nearly falls off the bed at the sound of your voice, you picked up! He fumbles with words and you only huff at the silence, ready to hang up.    

 "No,wait, y/n. I-I've been trying to get ahold of you," and then he pauses... the anger kicking in, "why the fuck haven't you been answering me?" He doesn't need to see you to know you're doing an eyeroll right about now.     

"Why the hell do you care? I'm not your girl Pea, so it's none of your business. Did you call just to fucking chew me out? Me life doesn't revolve around you anymore."  

   Pea takes a deep breath, eyes starting to blur with tears.

    "No-no. I'm sorry I didn't mean to- I, uh, I just," he takes a moment to collect himself, "I just really miss you... I lo-"

    "Don't say you love me."

    "W-what the fuck do you mean? Why not? Are you with someone," Pea rambles. His emotions giving both of you whiplash. You just ignore his ramble, trying to keep your voice steady.

    "Because with you, every time you say you love me, it means a little less."

    Your voice nearly cracks, and you wince, hoping he hadn't caught it. But he did, and it gave him hope to push a little more.

    "So you just want me to forget about you, about us? There definitely has to be someone else, who the fuck is he. Is it Andrews? Mantle?"

    "Oh just shut up Pea, can't you just accept that maybe I'd rather bealone than with you? Do you think I'm that much of a floozy?"

    "Fine, if that's how you feel. Then do this one thing for me. Then I'll leave you alone, you won't hear a fucking peep from me. Just, swear to me that this mean nothing to you."

    You nearly choke on your cries, but you know what he's doing. He playing you, even now.

    "That's not the po-"

    "I want an answer, dammit!"

    "You aren't gonna get the answer you want Pea."

    "Lie to me then."

    You need to stay strong, to prove that you will survive without him. That you don't need him.      

    "Don't call this number again."

    "Y/n, I'll keep calling for the rest of the night if I have to, until you answer me."

    "Guess you'll have a long night then."   

    You left him once again that night.