#clerks fanfiction

[that-wimpy-cowboy-doll]

Your Honor, if I do love him, I promise it's in a very, very gay way.

[lastleaf]

thg fic recs

These are the gifts written for me in the various fic exchanges I've participated in. All four of them are so different from each other, and all so good.

Deterioration of a Smile - FortuneFaded2012 @fortunefaded2012

Katniss Everdeen has been on death row for ten years, but she is convinced she has only been there for months. Convicted of a triple homicide she must contend with her mental deterioration, glass wall visitations with her fiancé Peeta Mellark, and her impending execution.

Rating: M

Words: 13,101

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A wedding in the district - AlwaysEverlark @alwayseverlark

Request: Non-reaped!Everlark. Katniss and Peeta interact as guests at a traditional district 12 wedding.

Another take on “it would have happened anyway”

Katniss is invited to her first Merchant wedding.

Rating: M

Words: 5,785

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you make me feel - Word_Addict

Peeta and Katniss meet, not at the Reaping, but at a dance months later. Will they still find a spark, even without the Games to ignite it?

Rating: G

Words: 1,115

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The Revival Tour - atleastmymomlikesme @atleastmymomlikesme

The last surviving member of the Covey returns to his nomadic roots only to find himself in the least musical place in Panem- District 13.

Rating: T

Words: 2,297

[bqu1nns]

intermittently - brian q.

my first fan fic ever!! [clap] [clap] in this fanfic, brian is a minor, 16-17 years old???? and the reader is a minor as well so no freaky stuff!!! leave comments on how i can improve PLEASEEE i love ya bye bye !

word count : 713

january 29th 1992

“i think i love you”, brian says to you, as the confession echoes through the late winter air. his words are pouring out more than he would have hoped. his gaze remained focused on your eyes only, observing your reaction with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty. 

he is certainly not the type of highschool teenager to get all shy and nervous around other people but whenever he was around you, brian's demeanor shifted in your presence. he became a gentle and caring soul, a stark contrast to his usual self. from the first day you stepped into high school, he took it upon himself to ensure your well-being, guiding you through the hallways and making sure you found your classes.

the place of confession, in all honesty, isn't ideal. but, it does hold sentimental value – just right outside the back doors of your highschool that had witnessed countless moments between the two of you. from accidental hand touches in the cafeteria line, exchanging silly faces in the hallway and sharing lunches by the football field, this place held a trove of shared memories.

 you always thought to yourself that it was impossible to ever get bored of him. brian had a knack of turning uncomfortable moments into wholesome jokes, gently caressing your shoulder in hopes of making you feel better. everytime he leaves those innocent touches against your skin, you can't help but blush, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible. 

with the help of the cold january breeze nipping against your neck, you snap back to reality. the very boy that you've liked for a year just said the words that you've spent nights fantasizing and giggling against your pillow about. the soft wind tousled his soft brown hair, revealing his furrowed eyebrows, still awaiting for an answer while you were daydreaming.  

a subtle tension lingers in the air between the two of you, like a red string tied to the both of you. brian senses that you felt contemplated in the moment, took a step back, and let you figure out what you were going to say next. he places his hands over his face in complete embarrassment, letting out a nervous laugh and says, “look, i didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything. i just wanted to let you know how i feel for you since i've been sensing some things have changed between the two of us.” 

god! hes sickeningly sweet.

“i.. i never would have expected this,” you say, trying to control your heart from jumping out of your chest. you finally look up to brian to see how beautiful he looks. the winter sun had casted a soft glow on his face, accentuating the sincerity of his brown eyes. 

i wanna kiss him. badly. 

brian, who can't stop smiling, stood in front of you, softly brushing the hair from your face with his fingers. his hands then moved down to your jacket, anxiously playing with the zipper. the awkward silence was filled with unspoken emotions. 

“you know, brian,” you begin softly, “this might sound crazy but, i've been trying to muster those words for the longest time myself.” his lips part gently, waiting to hear what you’ll say next. 

“i love you,” you confessed. his eyes, wide with surprise and joy, met yours, and the entire atmosphere shifted. brian’s mittens, warm against your gentle skin, cupped your cheek. “i've been waiting to hear those words for so long,” brian whispered against your forehead, pressing a kiss against it. 

a moment of hesitation flows through the both of you as your bodies are close against one another. everything is silent except for the sound of the two sounds of breathing and giggles leaving the both of you. he leans in closer to your face, merely inches away. without any needed words, both of your lips met in a kiss. 

you finally feel the lips you've been wanting to kiss ever since the day he lended you his coat when you were feeling a “bit cold”. since the day he held you gently in his arms as you cried in his arms. since the day he “accidentally” kissed your cheek when you accomplished something that you've been wanting. 

since forever. 

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Oc! Oc! Oc!

Some yan oc hc with a cute chub GN reader

Yandere Serial Killer

Everyone was on edge. The amount of murders that occurred in your part of town amped up to a debilitating degree; to the point that the general public no longer walked outside. If the lack of people outside was bad enough, your buddy system was failing. Your roommate who worked at the same place used to walk with you from place to place only for them to recently have to move away due to family issues. 

Now you are on your own. 

To work. To school. To the store. You had to move as fast as you could. 

No more than 30…that's what you told yourself

30 minutes to do whatever you had to do before leaving. You couldn’t keep it together any longer. Suffering from the collective paranoia of the entire town you kept to yourself, no friends, no family, you were on your own. Even the people you know that you buy things from no matter how many times they smiled at you or offered their help. They couldn’t be trusted. No one could. 

“Oh (Y/n), how are you today? Everything okay on your walk over?”

It was Penn, the owner of the grocery store that was within 30 minutes. Smiley and bright before the events of the serial killer he was a known favorite. Even so you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything but the typical response.

“I’m fine.”

“How’s your jogging routine going? Are you still doing that?”

You huffed as you continued putting your items on the belt pretending to not hear the question as the same person that subjugated you to it in the first place. Before Mo you were fine with yourself exercising when you wanted and doing as you liked when you liked. But with a person like Mo there was no getting around it. Mo was your landlord, a nutty fellow that had an outward appearance of being a lovely parent over the tenants. In truth they were a crummy old person that liked to practice their helicopter parenting on everyone and her latest victim was you. 

Forcing you to run ‘to fix that weight of yours’ many times you had tried to inform them about the fact this was simply your body shape but she refused to listen. Promising to lock you out of your apartment if you should ignore their ‘advice’ again; you tested them one time and ended up sleeping outside your door before they woke up. 

You saw Penn make a face before ringing up the rest of your items. 

“H-heym you’re looking for a roommate…”

Your head snapped up as you were finishing your payment, as you cautiously asked. 

“How do you know that?”

He was blushing in embarrassment as he shuffled his feet.

“Your roommate suggested I ask you…I’m looking for a place.” Seeing the disbelief on your face he put his hands up in defense.”I-i have the money with me in cash if you want it right away.”

He seemed desperate and for as long as you’d known him never once did you question his character. Was it really okay to break your rule?

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“Thanks so much for inviting me to take a look around (Y/n)! I really appreciate it!” 

Against your better judgement you let him come over and like a puppy he dashed around taking in every bit of the apartment. 

You shook your head as his eyes darted around the vacant room. A smile started to creep on your face as you thought of the possibilities…maybe he could be your new buddy. It’d be a shame if someone deprived you of that in these dangerous times.

Knock

Knock

“Hey (Y/n)! Who’s in there with you?!”

Your door unlocked and in came Mo smelling as if they dunked themselves in the worst smelling 

Perfume they could find. Trudging past you they came to look at Penn who was now also looking surprised at the gremlin who let themselves in. 

“Ohh my goodness is that you Penn? What are you doing here? I doubt they actually took the time to go ahead and invite you over.”

He laughed awkwardly as he sent a worried look over to you before centering back on the fast approaching landlord.

“A-actually they did. They let me come over to see the room I’ll be getting if they let me be their roommate.”

“Oh please, if you need a room I can do that and more for even half the price!”

Was your landlord really trying to hit on and steal your potential roommate? You just rolled your eyes as you leaned yourself on the nearby wall just waiting for Mo to get tired enough to show herself out. Unfortunately she didn’t plan to do that; and ended up attempting to flirt with him for nearly the whole afternoon. Looking outside it was getting dark out and you began to worry about Penn and against your better judgment you intervened. 

“Uhm Mo, hey I think you should be letting Penn leave seeing as it's getting late and a serial killer is at large.” 

“Oh you're such a worrywart (Y/n)! Penn’s a strong man; he'll handle himself. But if you want I can offer my room! It’s a suite–!”

“I-uh actually would rather not..if I was going to stay I definitely wouldn’t  be staying with you.”

“What?! And you’d stay with this chubby kid?”

You were going to blow it off, another statement to ignore but Penn apparently wasn’t having it. The man you’d never see so much as scrunch his eyebrows in anger held your landlord by their shoulders holding them at arm's length with a shadow on his face. Amazed and slightly worried for Mo you stepped in putting a hand on his lower back. Immediately he snapped out of it looking at you and his arms in surprise before releasing your landlord who grunted and angrily stpmped out of your door. You both sat in the silence of relief before you broke it. 

“I-if you do want to stay with me for the night, I don’t mind. And if you wanted to move in that’d be cool too, that is if she still lets you.”

“Ha-ha, thanks and if it's cool I’ll totally move in. But I can get home okay,” he headed for the door before turning with one last smile towards you. “I really appreciate it. I'll text you when I get home.”

“Sure, okay bye.”

You leaned against the door before leaning a bit as you imagined him being your roommate. 

Having someone around that defends you didn’t sound so bad. You shook your head as you went off to complete your chores. After all, you had to do some cleaning before your new roommate may start moving things in. 

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“Hah~hah (Y/n)--(Y/n)--(Y/n)-ergh! 

Disheveled and breathing heavily, Penn was sitting with his pants down in the hallway just outside your door. He tried to catch his breath while still replaying the euphoria that he felt just three minutes and 40 seconds before. Not only did he get to see your living space with the lights on but he even got to feel the plush warmth of your hand on his back. Penn growled silently as he thought of why you did but nonetheless it reminded him of his future plans for that night. 

He grinned as he sent the text to you before pocketing his phone and knocking on your landlord’s door. When it opened Penn batted his eyes and puckered his lips like he’d done so many times before.

“Oh Mo, I didn’t mean to be so aggressive earlier! I was just playing with you, I do want to spend the night and I want to do it at your place.”

“Were ya? Well I’ll be, make yourself at home handsome while I freshen up.”

Penn smiled, pulling back his hair and putting on his beloved latex gloves. 

“Take your time dear,” he spotted the decorative knife block on display in the kitchen. 

“Take your time…”

[acidkillz]

does anyone have a good archive of jay x silent bob fanfiction? i’ve cleaned out the ao3 tag like 3 times and trying to find any by googling is not working for me. i know these motherfuckers gotta have a shit ton somewhere.

[obsessedwhim]

Late Night Shift

"Hey, feels like it's gonna be quiet for the night" You swung in the all-important Security Chair, glancing through the store's cameras and seeing that- once again for the fourth time in the hour and a half you'd been checking- there was none there. Not a soul wandering through the half-filled shelves while they wailed to be skimmed through.

"You wanna go home? You got exams right?" You asked the younger worker who leaned on a nearby wall with phone in hand, his brow cocked at the question, "You gonna use this against me later?" He quickly retorted, not stopping in his relentless screen swiping.

Leaning further into the chair's back you hummed to yourself, "As long as you don't piss me off, probably not"

He took a moment to reflect, and argue with himself but with a final glance at you, he accepted and left with a jean jacket in hand.

Now it was just you and the shop, and the eventual strangers that would later begin trailing in through the door at random times during the night.

You only had around three hours left till the end of your shift so it's not like they'd be overwhelming you at any point. It was a good time to start getting the paperwork and cash lifts out of the way, and then dumping out yesterday's old food, which was an easy task to take care of. So why not do it now?

The current Supervisor, who was doing little supervising, stood with one last glance at the split screen and eyed the back building camera to make sure it was empty of any wildlife, but as you picked up the stuffed trash bag you failed to notice a strange claw mark which scraped itself onto one of the buildings further walls.

"Mami don't know... mhhmhmhm.. dropping it.. poppin it.. mmhmhmhmm, something unhoooly" you mumbled, listening to the local radio which echoed throughout the construction. A hand reaching out to the back fire escape and groaning when said escape refused to open to the outside world, "What the, I was out there earlier.."

Thinking for a moment you released a dramatic sigh before going with plan B, "Front door it is" You switched the bag to your other hand before making your way out the side of your place of work and dropping the trash to the ground.

"I...uh..."

The space behind the shop had been thoroughly beaten up, as if a large creature had thrown an awful tantrum in your short time between leaving the office and now. Bizarrely there were large claw marks littered everywhere- not to mention the dumpster had also been... thrown? It looked like.

"wHAT?!"

A nearby bush ratted unnecessarily and you held a quick Karate move, effective? Probably not, life-saving?... We'll see.

The shrubbery shivered as something grew closer and closer and you began glancing around you for a weapon. Your sweat output increased as you recalled the monstrous marks left behind by.. something, could that be what was coming? What on this Earth could make something like that?

Maybe Bigfoot?

You couldn't take it, reaching for a handy stick on the floor you yelped as something grabbed your shoulder, "Don't! Get Off Me! HEEEL-"

Though you were happy to see it was a human hand covering up your screams, it quickly became a very horrid feeling, and then just like that whoever held you yelled, "Stop Screamin' Already!"

Fearful orbs sharpened in anger as you licked his hand and began slapping the male with your makeshift weapon, "Why! Would! You! Do! That!" You scorned through the slaps, Ichigo was quick to grab the twig and pull it from your hands. "You shouldn't just scream at things movin' close like that, it could just be an animal y'know"

"Do you not see this?" You waved out a hand to the ransacked dumpster, "No mere animal did this!"

"Don't get all weird about this, it could've just been a bear" he shrugged, and you glanced over your shoulder, "Kurakara has bears?"

"Maybe" Ichigo united his shoulders for another unhelpful shrug and glanced to this side, trying to act nonchalant about the whole situation.

"And what're you doing out here anyway? I thought you were getting up early tomorrow and here I find you being as shifty as ever"

"Huh? Shifty, me shifty?" the ginger growled, really regretting showing himself now but damn if you didn't have the ears of an elephant. Why didn't he just pretend to be a cat and be done with it?

"Yeees Ichigo, you. Shifty" you pointed at the male as you both made your way through the sliding doors. A cheery welcome served your return to the workplace as a customer snarkily mentioned how long he'd been standing in front of the till, and so the customer assistant dance continued.

Ichigo had passed off a half-hearted goodbye before leaving to go back from wence he came, one hand held up in a weak attempt of a wave. "I'll see ya later" he sighed as you focused on the customer, only able to slip out your own quick, "Byyye Ichi"

It's safe to say the ginger left with flush cheeks, good thing he was faced the other way and you were dealing with current complaints.

[thatguy-thisguy-yourguy]

💞Dating Headcanons For Dante and Randal💞

Dante ~ 

I am a firm believer that he would cook for you. It relaxes him! It’s nice to do responsible things without the obligation to do it. His favorite things to cook are breakfast and homemade pasta, which can turn into a team effort. Sometimes bread..just things you need to knead?(ha)

Visits at the quickstop. If you have a break, it lightens up his day for you to stroll in and say some corny ass line “Is this for sale?” and gesture to him. Talking to you on the slower days speeds them up, however he wishes times like those could last forever.

If he is the dad of the place, you are most definitely the other parent now. Cue you both rolling your eyes at the same time. 

Selfcare together. Playing with his hair and vise versa, him painting your nails if you let him, shoulder massages, and a lot of that tracing shapes on each other’s skin

He’s jealous, and we all know this. It can be a real pain in the ass, but you gotta stick to your guns and be like “hey man, I spend like half my time hanging out with you when i’m not working! What else am I doing?” or perhaps the “no bitches” face. I don’t know what you lovebirds do out there

Nights where you guys decided to just take it easy and order takeout. You both fall asleep during the movie, so you’ve resorted to rewatching them until you see the whole thing

   Randal  ~

Flirts like you’re not dating. Not because it’s comically a lot, although his specialty is swiff one liners to fluster you. He just pulls the “hey, wanna go out sometime?” no matter how long it’s been. He’ll go to your home and ask you “Come here often?”

Expect to be info dumped on. By the time he’s done telling you about all the movies he’s seen, good, bad, and porn, you’re practically as knowledgeable on them as he is. He likes having someone listen, and you think his rants are cute. It’s a win-win

Physical affection is what he does best. Are you within arms reach? Well you’re gonna be. Always has an arm around you when you guys are hanging out, and sometimes when he’s feeling especially romantic, he’ll hold your hand. One of his favorite things to do is watch a movie with you laying on his chest. Or if it’s at the rental place you can either sit next to him with your head on his shoulder or sit on his lap if you so desire. He’s not complaining

Kind of easy to get him bashful? Trace things on his arm or hand, rub his knuckles with your thumb, lean your head on his shoulder while just chilling. He likes to feel wanted, and being treated softly rather than like an asshole is nice

Take off his hat and run your hand through his hand dude. Do it. It does not bite. Bro will melt. 

Although sometimes it seems like he doesn’t care, he’ll remember everything you tell him from the sock you lost a month ago to your favorite band. You’ll say you lost something and three weeks later he’s like “hey, you ever find that thing?”

[wat-the-cur]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Clerks (Movies - Smith), Askewniverse Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Randal Graves/Dante Hicks, Jay/Silent Bob (Clerks - Smith) Characters: Randal Graves (Clerks - Smith), Dante Hicks, Jay (Clerks - Smith), Silent Bob (Clerks - Smith) Additional Tags: Genderbending, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Butch/Butch, Voyeurism, Blood and Injury, Blood, Hemophobia, Nudity, Hurt/Comfort, Tenderness, Sexual Tension, No Sex, Randy wanted to see some action and saw tooth rotting sweetness instead Summary:

“We can’t have the hoi polloi waltzin’ through our bathroom on the pretence of a medical emergency. Come on, ten minutes without a word. You don’t honestly think they bought those napkins to wipe their asses with?”

[postalninja]

The second of my two fanfic final projects for university this semester! Luckily my professor is cool and gave us a creative project option for the assignment, because if I'd had to write another research paper I would have lost my goddamned mind The Clerk's Tale from Griselda's perspective, in an attempt to humanize her character and figure out her thoughts and feelings. I wrote it in two days and it could definitely use some polishing, but I don't want to spend any more time on it, so too bad! XD

[ishipitpod]

The cringe is dead. Long live the cringe.

A million years ago, we had something called the Cringe Binge. This is the opposite of that. No more hiding our cringe in shame. Nothing matters and we're adults who like things.

Join @that-wimpy-cowboy-doll and Em for a celebration of no longer being burdened by the opinions of others and getting out there (into the internet) and writing/reading literally whatever the hell you want.

Go on, get cringey. It's our gift to you this holiday season.

Fics

--Mia's Clerks Universe

--Accompanying Playlist

-- Like a Poem by I call him joey on Tumblr

--Name for the Order by Indulgence_be_thy_name

[that-wimpy-cowboy-doll]

It’s readddddy

If you too are ready to drag yourself through 5k+ of angst and smut, enjoy!

[rock-holmes]

finding out that Trevor and Jeff read elias x randal erotic fanfic outloud at one of their panels is making me lose my mind

[lastleaf]

The Revival Tour 

by atleastmymomlikesme

 A few people pause to extend their hands to him, worried by the sight of an old man not keeping up. He waves them all off. He will not allow anyone to endanger themselves on his account. Especially not when he’s about to do something so monumentally stupid.

He turns around and starts jogging back the way he came.

The last surviving member of the Covey returns to his nomadic roots only to find himself in the least musical place in Panem- District 13.

This was my gift in the thgseasonofhope2023 exchange. It's SO good.

[eluvion]

me saying law things in nothing’s a gift is um. very student journalist thinking of doing law of me. as in I dont actually know how law works so I’m just kind of winging it and bluffing with pretty words

[purplesoil]

Magical Mecha Mayhem Management Squad pt 3

🌱YAM 19 (01/19/2024)

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, on the northside…

An orange-pigtailed girl yelped as large debris fell right next to her mecha car. “What kind of mayhem is this?!”

“Not a mechanical one, that’s for sure,” a gruff voice grunted into her earpiece. “Kaiza is having trouble even landing... [read on AO3!]

bgm: GO WAY GO WAY, by FoZZtone

inspired by: Yuma's Gagaga cards heh

[the-late-night-writer]

June 20th drabbles

037. bow tie @ ao3 (luke/angela; harvest moon: animal parade)

012. bubble @ ao3 (pascal & tycho curious; the sims)

065. recording @ ao3 (randal graves/oc; clerks)

Request a 100-word drabble from this prompt list! :)