#it (chapter 1)

adoration 💌

Pennywise x fem!stalker!reader

☞ obsession, yandere!reader??, fluff & wholesomeness, chaotic atmosphere, horror-ish undertone but nothing bad actually happens, a bit suggestive

A/N: I absolutely love the unhinged energy you bring to the table, lovely anon! Girlhood is about worshipping eldritch entities first and foremost. And it's really refreshing how the reader is the one fixated on Penny, instead of the other way around.

There are rumors about you in Derry.

The strange girl who's always seen lingering near storm drains and sewers, or pacing around the old well house. Locals whisper you're crazy.

They're wrong.

You're just in love with something no one else understands.

Pennywise notices.

You smell different. Not afraid... Curious. Your heartbeat doesn't race. It stutters like you're excited.

That's... new. And "new" is rare in Its long life.

So Pennywise is amused at first.

Like, look at this tiny little human who keeps returning to his territory. Bold. And probably not mentally stable.

The clown likes that.

You start leaving little gifts by the storm drain.

Not human gifts. You know better than that, obviously.

They're your kind of feral love language. Old rings from thrift stores that feel haunted, a jar of marbles you had since you were little, dead flowers, shredded notebook pages with messy handwriting about beautiful teeth and cosmic hunger.

He collects them. Keeps them like trophies.

One day, you take a leap.

You bring him a whole gift basket. With a big, ridiculous red bow.

Inside is such a bizarre mix of things.

Your favourite candy, a little wind-up clown toy, a silver charm, a cracked mirror, an embroidered handkerchief, and lastly... some weird meat from the butcher shop you thought he might like.

How romantic.

His reaction at first?

Suspicion.

Gifts mean expectations. They're traps. Why are you giving the predator treats? Why do you smell like eternal devotion?

Then his own curiosity takes over.

Pennywise appears in front of you in full theatrical fashion –sharp smile, tilted head, eyes glowing. You don't scream. You beam. That throws him off more than anything.

"For me?" he mocks, voice lilting.

He expects you to flinch, stammer, crumble under his gaze.

Instead, you step closer and, oh well... you brush imaginary dust off his costume.

The audacity.

And then...

"Oh my gosh!!!!! It's so good to finally meet you, sweetie pie!!! Or... I mean—I should show some respect, right, you're such a magnificent entity after all—"

He's deciding whether to bite or observe.

There's a moment where he leans in close and inhales you, nostrils flaring and all.

He's sorting through your scent. There's admiration, obsession, adrenaline, a feminine softness, ink, metal, and… ah.

The aching desire to belong to him.

He laughs. Quietly first. Then louder. Then he howls.

He really likes you. You're entertaining. Completely deranged. His favorite kind of human.

He lets you keep coming back.

Not just lets you, actually.

Pennywise invites you in small ways. Balloons that appear only for you. Drain covers left slightly open. Quiet laughter in places he knows you'll follow.

You're not just stalking him anymore –you've been chosen.

But Pennywise the Clown is always hungry for more than offered.

You give him gifts, he wants more than material validation. The 3D world is ephemeral to a creature like him, he can manipulate the shape of the very items you bring him. Your flesh and bones are not forever. But your spirit is, the soul is a powerful force.

That's why, sometimes he wants your stories. Sometimes he wants to hear you say why you're obsessed with him, in excruciating detail.

Sometimes he just presses a claw to your throat and scans how your body reacts –from your breath hitching to your thighs pressing together.

In the end, he becomes possessive over you, but not like with prey. You're something else. Something claimed.

If any other creature –human or not– tries to touch what's his, they go missing. You never see what happens to them, but he blurbs more on some days.

He still threatens to eat you too from time to time, but it feels more like a form of affection now.

After all, you're his looney human girl. And this all just foreplay.

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I'M NOT SCARED

henry bowers x male reader

You didn’t know when it started.

Maybe it was the day you stood your ground in the school hallway when Henry shoved you into the lockers, and instead of flinching, you smiled. Not a friendly smile, but that kind of twisted grin that said, Try it. I dare you. Henry didn’t expect that. No one ever smiled when he was ready to knock their teeth down their throat.

“You got a death wish or something, freak?” he spat, fist bunching in your collar.

“I dunno,” you muttered coolly. “You always this rough with boys you like?”

The slap didn’t come. Which surprised both of you. You laughed, low and taunting, even as your heart pounded like a snare drum behind your ribs. And from then on, it was a game of venom and fire.

He tripped you in the cafeteria.