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Are the IT fans here? 🎈 Meet Pennywise — the dancing clown!

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they love eachother, i swear. (they dont. pennywise just likes putting her through mental anguish and zammy is a stoner freak whose trauma has just so happened to yield some very unwanted feelings for bloodthirsty clowns. but hey! happens to the best of us right?)
'Meant to be' Daisuke (Mouthwashing) X Reader -OneShot
[Story takes place before Daisuke boards the Tulpa] [Fluff] [Romantic] [Gender Neutral Reader] It’s chilly out, and the menthol cigarettes you’re puffing on only add to it.
Ice fills and drains out your lungs with every inhale and exhale you make, and the smoke you make reeks of tobacco –a scent you hate, but admittedly, find comfort in. It hits your face when the wind picks up.
Now your clothes smell of tobacco.
“Stop that.” A familiar voice half-heartedly scolds before a hand from behind takes the cancer stick away from your mouth before extinguishing it with the heel of his worn Converse. The once-white soles are now yellowish with time and weather exposure.
“I hate when you do that.” You groan out -but your tone lacks venom. “-and I hate when -you- do that.” Daisuke says with a sigh before sitting next to you on the concrete rooftop.
He puts his hands out to you wordlessly, and you take out the small spray of antiseptic alcohol on your pocket to spray some on his hands. He never liked the smell of cigarettes, both of you know his parents would flip if he ever came home smelling like tobacco.
“I can’t help it.” You lazily defend yourself as you pocket the spray back. “It helps me keep my mind off things.” You add, despite Daisuke having heard this excuse time and time again since you started smoking years ago.
He rolls his eyes at this but doesn’t continue his nagging after. He knows you won't ever quit, not even with his constant lecture and reprimands. The best he can do is snuff out the cigarettes you light when you two are together.
“Your dad called.” Daisuke starts, and you already know that your father is calling for your whereabouts. You can only sigh and slump your shoulders at this.
“-and what did you say?” You ask, still looking at the city ‘view’. It’s a dilapidated thing, city walls covered in aging -sunbleached posters and tarpaulins that just get pasted and installed over one another since it was cheaper than taking the previous ones down.
It’s a view both Daisuke and you have watched grow and age while growing up.
“The usual. 'I don’t know’” He says with a shrug. “-and like always, he doesn’t believe me.” He continues.
“I don’t know why he bothers asking me. I give the same answer, you know?” Daisuke says with a chuckle, and you can only return it -the two of you never went a day without laughing together.
“You cave in sometimes.” You say, and he can only sheepishly nod at this. “I do- but that’s only, like, when I don’t ‘actually’ know where you are,” He says before awkwardly tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear to see you better. "Can you blame me for getting worried?" He rhetorically asks, and you're unable to talk back to that. Your nightly escapades are only a cause for concern when Daisuke doesn't know where you are.
“So what’s the matter?” He asks with a tilt of his head, referring to why you are up on the rooftops again. You respond with a shrug, which he sighs at.
“C’mon, what’s wrong?” He asks, leaning on your side and playfully nudging his shoulder on yours to get you to budge. You can only chuckle at his intrinsic nature to act childishly.
“Nothings wrong.” You answer, nudging his shoulder back. “I’m just –thinking about things.” You answer truthfully.
“Things like?” He asks, wanting you to expand on that. “I don’t know -just things in general.” You respond with an unsure shrug.
There’s a short silence between you two, with only the city ambiance filling the space before Daisuke inevitably breaks it.
“Are you moping because I’ll be going on that internship in a few days?” He asks somewhat jokingly with a boyish -teasing grin.
You can only scoff and roll your eyes at this. “Not everything is about you, loser.” You say with your own grin -your mood lightening up a bit.
“So you’re -not- sad about me leaving you for a year?” He asks with a raised brow, nudging your side with his elbow a bit. “I mean --I'm bummed out.” You downplay, making him dramatically pout.
“That’s it? Just bummed out?” He repeats with an unserious frown. “I was expecting, you know, tears in your eyes -or something.”
You let out another scoff at this. “I don't see -you- crying. Why should I when you aren't either.” You point out with a dramatic puff of your chest -making Daisuke laugh.
“You don't know that. Maybe I already cried.” He argues, still chuckling at your matched dramatism.
“Did you?” You ask with a curious brow -a bit taken aback.
“No.” He responds with a Cheshire laugh, and you roll your eyes at this again.
“Thought so.” You jokingly grumble before looking away from him -feigning hurt. He only laughs at this some more.
He takes a few moments to calm down, his laughter fading as his demeanor softens and he leans on your side some more.
“But I am sad,” Daisuke admits, his voice just barely above the sound of the city ambiance below you two.
“…”
You don’t know how to respond to this -looking back at him as he rests his head on your shoulder, leaning down a bit since he's just grown a few inches taller than you over the years.
“Aren't you?” He asks, looking up at you, his hair tickling at the skin of your neck. His voice is soft, and it's one of the few times you've heard him be -this- vulnerable with you.
“I am.” You answer truthfully, your shoulders slumping a bit.
You were sad -from the moment he told you about the internship even. It's a whole year apart without the person you've been joined at the hip with for more than a decade now.
It's terrifying and outright depressing just imagining going a day without seeing, talking, joking, and laughing with him.
-to not share these moments with him.
Your hand snakes its way to his, thumbing the bone of his knuckles, and your skin feels the warmth of his.
Daisuke was always warmer than the average person. It's a welcome contrast to how cold the city air was.
He holds your hand back, squeezing it for a moment.
“I'll think about you, like, all the time.” He says, and you can only snort at this a bit.
“You're corny.” You comment, and he can only childishly pout at this. “I'll think about you too.” You continue, your own voice growing softer as you look into his familiar, warm brown eyes.
“Thanks.” He says with a boyish grin, also looking into your eyes.
There's another comfortable silence between you two before he breaks it again.
“You wanna go buy ramen when I get back?” Daisuke asks, and you snort at this once more, tears pricking at your eyes from laughter as he continues to look at you with endearment.
“You didn't even go to space yet -and you're already making plans for when you get back?” You teasingly ask, and he can only laugh at this.
“Well I'm coming back, aren't I? Like, where would I go if not back here?” He argues back with a grin.
“You've got a point.” You say with a nod -following his logic.
“You gotta pay though -it's the least you could do after leaving me here.” You say, with feigned bitterness for his internship. You don't actually envy him, the thought of being in space already makes you nauseous.
“Fair -fair.” He says with a dramatic nod of understanding -the two of you chuckling right after.
You two calm down a few moments later, still smiling at one another, grinning ear to ear. Daisuke's cheeks were red, and your ears were burning the same color.
“I can't wait for you to get back.” You softly say, squeezing his hand. He mimics the action back.
“I can't wait either.” He says it back with the same softness.
It's funny. The city was far from quiet, and yet it felt as if there wasn't anything in the air other than the sound of both of your breaths. Your faces are just inches off of each other.
You always did find his moles pretty. . . . His cheek feels soft on your lips before you inevitably pull away.
There isn't any shock in Daisuke's expression, nor disgust or confusion. Your kiss on his cheek, just on his left mole, felt natural.
Like you were almost meant to place a kiss on it, to kiss his cheek, to kiss him.
Despite it feeling natural, he couldn’t help the rushing of blood to his cheeks, his face flushed.
A few moments pass before it’s his turn to close the gap, the heat of his breath hitting your cheek before his lips then press themselves against yours.
Like Daisuke, you can’t help the blood rushing to your head, the tips of your ears burning hot.
They’re soft. His lips are soft. As expected from someone who carries around a stick of chapstick in his pocket.
It's a simple peck to the lips, nothing more.
It…doesn’t feel like anything- at least not at first.
You’ve kissed others before, same for Daisuke, and like all others -there was no spark or fireworks in your gut afterward.
No. Instead of the usual burning or butterflies in the stomach that films and books always seem to insist upon -this kiss with Daisuke feels…normal.
Like your lips were always meant to be pressed together like this.
He pulls away after, and the two of you just sit in silence at this, looking into each other’s eyes. You two were neither pulling away nor moving closer.
His lashes are long and pretty, it’s an aspect of his that you’ve noticed early on in your youth.
This feels right -just being next to each other like this. With you eyeing every feature, crevice, and fold in his appearance.
Simply drinking the sight in -as if his face wasn’t something you saw daily for as long as you can remember.
Judging from how he’s looking at you, he may be doing the same.
You’ve both grown and changed over the years, yet, you still look like each other.
Daisuke, even with his taller height, the bit of muscle he’s put on, and the longer hair -still looked like the young Daisuke who ran around the classroom with playdough underneath his fingernails, and who boastfully sported the failed eyebrow slit he gave himself.
“I really like your nose. Did you know that?” He says.
The timing is awkward, and you can hear the slight shakiness in his voice despite his soft tone -like he was nervous. Despite this though, his sincerity comes across -it always does.
Your lips are on his again.
It doesn’t go further than that, but when either of you pant and pull away, the other is quick to join their lips again once they’ve caught their breath.
It’s warm despite the chilly night wind that pricks at both Daisuke's and your skin.
You squeeze his hand.
You can’t wait to spend more moments like these after he gets back.

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Daisuke’s Death and the Invisible Abuse of “Privileged” Children
tw: extensive discussions of child emotional abuse
Another mouthwashing text analysis before I post any polished art? Shocker. But I really really appreciate the reception on my Swansea post, especially as a new account! This Daisuke-centric analysis is gonna be a quick one (< this was a lie. long read ahead!) but he is a character who resonates deeply personally with me as a victim of childhood abuse that resembled some of his experiences. I do plan on doing a larger analysis of his character, but the abridged version necessary for this piece goes as follows:
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Hi there! It’s been some time since I’ve posted here so I’m proud to show you the art I’ve done for @deadpixelzine ! 🐴🌺
my piece for @deadpixelzine !! I had a fun time working on this earlier in the year and while I'm not super happy about how some of it turned out- there's still other things about it I like a fair amt. Go check out everyone else's work and download the zine everybody did such a good job ^o^ !
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