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daisyblog · 11 months

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The X Factor Audition

When We Were Young Masterlist Summary: YN auditions for The X Factor and is completely shocked when she is put together in a band, with five other boys.

From a young age, YN was always trying to entertain others. She would make up plays to perform in front of her family, sing along to the radio with her father whilst in the car and once she was able to there was a guitar glued to her hands.

So it was no surprise to her family that when she turned eighteen, she wanted to audition for The X Factor. So on a summer morning in June, along with her parents and younger brother, Alfie, YN travelled to her audition in London from her hometown in Brighton.

Once they arrived at ExCeL London, YN was given a strip of paper with her unique audition on it from a crew member and was instructed to wait in the long line. Despite rehearsing the song for what felt like a million times, YN's hands began to feel sweaty and the butterflies in her tummy were erratic.

"Take a deep breath darling" Rose, YN's Mum encouraged "You're going to blow them away"

"Maybe I should audition with you?" YN's dad, Miles joked.

"You'd empty the arena Miles" Rose teased her husband.

"Even if it doesn't go okay...I'll still be proud of you YN" Alfie sweetly interrupted.

"Aww Alfs...c'mere" YN pulled her brother into a cuddle.

After waiting outside in the queue for what felt like days, they were now backstage in a smaller line waiting for YN's turn.

Once YN had been told it was her turn, her family pulled her in for good luck hugs and words of encouragement, before she followed the crew member to the stage. Standing on the allocated mark, she took a deep breath before she spoke to the four judges in front of her.

"Hi" YN manages to say as she takes a deep breath and holds the black microphone in her hand. This is the moment she's been waiting for.

Hi lovely..what's your name and where are you from?" Cheryl asks.

"Uh..I'm YN and I'm from Brighton" YN nervously answers into the microphone.

"And what do you do YN?" Louis speaks.

"I'm in college, studying music"

"Interesting..what are you going to sing for us today?" Simon asks with a stern look.

"Chasing Pavements" YN answered confidently.

"Adele" Simon stated, "Are you sure?" clearly doubting her already.

"More than sure"

"Good luck" Simon nodded his head for her to start. The track begins to play as YN holds the microphone to her mouth.

I've made up my mind Don't need to think it over If I'm wrong, I am right Don't need to look no further This ain't lust I know this is love, but

YN glances at the judges and see's Cheryl smiling and Louis nodding his head, but Simon's expression was hard to read.

If I tell the world I'll never say enough 'Cause it was not said to you And that's exactly what I need to do If I end up with you

As the music built up for the chorus, YN had this boost of confidence as the crowd cheered and began to move around the stage.

Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere Or would it be a waste? Even If I knew my place, should I leave it there? Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere

YN couldn't help but cover her tears as she watched the three judges clap and the audience roars with claps. After a few moments, the crowd quietens down and the judges talk.

"YN..babe..that was incredible..you should be so proud...It's a hundred yes' from me" Cheryl was the first to speak, earning a big smile from YN and a thank you.

"You young lady as gonna be a popstar" Louis complimented "yes yes yes"

"YN" Simon's intimidating voice began "I..I won't lie..I didn't think you would be able to sing that song...but you've proved me wrong...so guess what....it's a yes from me"

YN couldn't believe it, her dream was one step closer. Immediately she ran off the stage and into her family's arms. A moment they would never forget.

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Despite feeling over the moon at being at Bootcamp, YN couldn't help but feel like an outsider. Other contestants seemed to have made friends as they stood and sat together. But YN sat in one of the corners, just her and her guitar. She had just finished performing 'If I Were A Boy' for the judges and was waiting for further instructions when she saw two figures sitting beside her. She glanced in their direction, two boys one with curly hair and the other with a beanie sat covering his head.

"Uh hi" YN greeted.

"Hi..M'Harry..what's your name?" the one with curly hair spoke first.

"YN"

"Louis" the other boy introduced himself. "We thought you looked a bit lonely on your own..so we came to join you..if that's okay?"

"Uh..yeah..I don't really fit anywhere" YN laughed nervously.

"Do you play?" Louis nodded his head towards the guitar sitting in YN's lap.

"Yeah..I've been playing since I was seven"

"Sick" Louis complimented.

"Where are you both from?"

"Donny" "Manchester..well Holmes Chapel" the boys spoke together, making YN smile.

"I'm from Brighton"

"Posh girl" Louis teased.

For the rest of boot camp, wherever Harry and Louis were YN could be found too. YN would be strumming on the guitar and Harry would sing along, but Louis was mesmerised by the girl he had just met, even Harry had begun to tease him when YN wasn't looking, making the Yorkshire boy roll his eyes and swat his arm.

Being told they had been eliminated from the boot camp stage was devastating. Harry, Louis and YN were backstage crying into each other's arms. Harry wiped his tears with his black beanie and wrapped his arms around the pair as they huddled together, waiting to go their separate ways.

"I just don't want to go home" YN sniffled and wiped her tears with the sleeve of her jumper.

As the three and the other rejected acts, began to leave a member of the crew began to call them back.

"They're gonna make us cry...make a good bit of TV" Harry mumbled.

The crew member began to call names from the boy's and girl's categories and asked them to return from the stage.

"Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan"

Both the boys left YN's side and followed the others to the stage. YN's name was then called and she walked onto the stage and naturally stood next to the other girls.

"YN..can you go and stand with the group of boys instead please darling" Nicole asked. YN walked over to the boys and Harry and Louis both smiled at her as she stood next to them. "Thank you all for coming back..judging from some of your faces this is really hard..we've thought long and hard about it..and we've thought of each of you as individuals and we feel that you are too talented to look go of..we think it would be a great idea to have two separate groups"

"We've decided to put you both through-" Simon added.

YN and the five boys instantly huddled together and celebrated their second chance. This was just the beginning.

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websterss · 2 years

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𝟓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐉𝐎𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: When you weren’t out fighting an enemy, you were busy chewing out Joaquin.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angsty, fluff, implied mentions of smut, mentions of the Blip/The Snap

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,793

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Joaquin Torres x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“So to my understanding, you just completely disregarded what I had to say about not going out and seeking out these Flag-Smashers?”

“No…” Joaquin tried playing it cool, hoping to find a way to escape your stern eyes staring him down.

“Oh yeah smartass…then where’d you get the black eye, huh? Don’t tell me nice old lady Cheryl from down the hall, gave you that?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“She’s not sweet as you may think. Woman’s got quite the right hook.” Joaquin smirked, slacking his jaw and finding all of this funny. “Stay away from her.” Joaquin pointed at you, as he leaned down to get a beer from the fridge.

“I’m not laughing Joaquin!” Any trace of you being happy was wiped away. “And that beer better be for your damn eye cause no way in hell are you drinking this conversation away!” You gestured between the both of you.

“Me? No, this is for you.” You stood there dumbfounded as he held the beer out for you. “This is for me.” He then set down the beer at the dinner table and picked up the first aid kit. He sat down and looked at you, feeling guilty. “How’d you know?” He crossed his hands together and leaned his forearms against his thighs.

You placed your hands on the chairs back and leaned forward. You blew a few strands of air out of your face before sighing. “Sam worries a lot about you ya know, which is convenient for me, especially when I don’t know where the hell you are.” You finally looked down at Joaquin. “He called me…told me to prepare for the breakdown he thought I was going to have.”

“And?” He pressed, wanting you to tell him how you were feeling.

“You lied to me again, Joaquin.” Your voice wavered.

Looks like that breakdown was coming sooner than you thought.

“All with good reason.” He nervously laughed.

“Good enough to be sleeping on the couch tonight?” You looked at him in question.

“No.” He stood up taking your hands in his. “Of course not!” He furrowed his brows in seriousness. “You know I don’t like lying to you-“

“Then why do you always do it?” You groaned.

“I don’t tell you mainly for my sake. The things I do, the people I go up against, Y/n. It’s not something I want you to be a part of or anywhere near.” He tilted his head to catch your averting eyes. “I would never forgive myself if I let something bad happen to you.”

“You say it like I can’t kick your ass in under five seconds.” You scoffed. “Did you forget who taught you everything you know? You wouldn’t even be half as good as you are now, without me. It doesn’t even help the fact that you’re always looking for trouble, especially when I tell you not to, Joaquin. And it scares me.” You muttered.

“I’m just trying to make sense of these last five years that went by, especially because…” He trailed off, but you knew what he struggled to let slip past his lips.

You had been older than him at the time. Torres was merely a new recruit who had taken a liking to you, and while you found his infatuation cute, you couldn’t help but take him under your wing. You taught and helped him improve his fighting skills. Back then you outranked him. Now he out ranked you.

The blip didn’t help your relationship. It only reminded Torres of what he lost during the events of the Snap. You along with 50% of the population gone…vanished in an instant. Five years you couldn’t get back, and five years that took everything within Joaquin to get better, to get stronger. All while he thought of you. You were his motivation. And when he got you back. You hadn’t changed a bit. You were the same girl he was crushing on, still crushing on, only this time he was more confident in wanting to ask you out, even more so that you were now both the exact same age. 24.

“I know.” You nodded, letting him know that you knew what he meant. “It’s a lot for me to take in too.” You shook your head. “Five years.” You laughed. You were still in disbelief. Your emotions running wild, and the hard cold exterior wall you always put up, was still existent now. You didn’t like showcasing your emotions for everyone to see. So you did what you did best. You pushed them aside and moved along the conversation. “Anyway! Let’s see that eye of yours, huh?” You pushed off the chair and placed your hand on his chest. Shoving him back into the chair he pulled out. Joaquin let out a huff as he flopped down into the seat.

His chest rising and falling from the sudden action. You flipped opened the lid of the kit nonchalantly. Then gripped Joaquin’s jaw, maneuvering it to the side to inspect the injury he got.

“You don’t plan on attending any social gatherings anytime soon, right?” You joked, but Joaquin knew that you were also serious.

“No why?” He glanced up at you worriedly.

“No reason, but that bad boy is surely going to swell up so I’d put some ice on it.” You fiddled around with some bandages and alcohol wipes, head turned away from him as you talked.

“Does this officially get me in at the cool kids table?” He joked. “How do I look?” He squinted his eyes and did his best yet worst impression of a smolder.

“This gets you a night on the couch, and the title of “pure dumbass”. Congratulations, your initiated.” You gave him a fake smile. “And you look like you got your ass handed to you, how else would you look like?”

“You could always hand me yours?” He shrugged nonchalantly, then busted out in a fit of laughter as he blocked the hit you were trying to throw at him.

“Wanna make it two nights!” You scoffed a laugh as you tried to hit him again, but failed.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He smiled fondly trying to recover from his comment. “Can I at least get a kiss, ya know…to make my booboo feel better?” He pouted, making his eyes big.

“How about I slap you and make it hurt?” You pondered the idea.

“I can take it…” He seemed so sure of himself.

“No you can’t!” You mocked him with a laugh. “I can take it though. High tolerance for pain…I am all women after all.” You smirked gesturing to yourself.

“Is that an invitation to bed?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Oh look, I need this drink after all! Ha!” Your eyes grew wide in a smile. You picked up the beer popping the cap off and took a long sip.

“I’m sorry…” He suddenly blurred out as you looked at nothing in particular.

“For what?”

“Making you worry.” He shrugged. His bottom lip jutting out a bit.

“I always worry.” You played it off as if it was a normal thing for you to do.

“No, you stay up all night if I don’t check in. Which I didn’t do this time.” His eyes followed up to your own. “You don’t think I notice the signs, but I do…the bags under your eyes, the fidgeting.” He sighed. “You’re wearing my shirt for crying out loud.” You looked down and picked at the material. You straightened your back now giving him your full attention.

“I-I…” He stopped himself. Your eyes glistening.

“Say it.” You frowned gripping the back of the chair. “I just wanna hear you say it already.” Your voice cracking. “We waited this long have we not?”

Joaquin looked up at you. He sat up straighter and reached for your hand. “You knew?” His internal thoughts were going haywire.

Guess he didn’t see all the signs.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out that the young new recruit took a liking on his captain. The flirting, the slight touches when we’d train together, and the lingering looks. It was all there.” You looked down smiling at the slippers that adorned your feet. “That and the showers were not the best place to gossip out loud.” You giggled. You looked up to find him staring at you in shock.

“You knew all this whole time and let me think that I was being subtle about not trying to let my emotions show?”

“Joaquin nothing you do is subtle.” You laughed.

“Guess not.” He joined in on the laughter. He took a deep breath and sighed. “I love you. Just so we clear that up.” He put his hands out nodding.

“Well, I love you too, just so we’re clear.” You smirked down at him.

Joaquin felt great that his love for you was now put out in the air. He beamed happily, reaching for your other hand and guided you to sit on his lap. Both legs on either side of him. His hands securing you in place at the hips. You slowly relaxed your arms to rest around his neck. Playing around with the hair that sat at the nape of his neck.

“Hi.” He greeted you..

“Hi.” You bit your lip, trying not to show your excitement.

“Come here often?” He asked, he pretended to act curious.

“Oh yeah, all the time.” You nodded, playing along.

“Think I can change your mind about my sleeping arrangements?” He muttered softly leaning in ever so slightly.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.” You smirked.

#joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres imagines #joaquin torres oneshot #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x fem!reader #my gif #writings by juls

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eldridgecandell · 3 months

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Eldridge Candell, Inquisitor of the Order of Embers

The Basics ––– – Name: Eldridge Candell Nickname(s): Eld Age: 63 Birthday: Spring Race: Human Gender: Male Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance ––– – Hair: Thinning gray Eyes: Blue Height: 6′2 Build: Gnarled Distinguishing Marks: Nothing out of the ordinary for a history of violence Tattoos: Two, a lion of Stormwind and another on the inside of his wrist hidden by leather strapped bracer Piercings: None Common Accessories: Old Alliance dwarven made rifle marked with an 'RL' with appropriate powder and shot; new blackpowder pistol; a small steel crow's skull; trappings and equipment of the Order of Embers Likeness: Iain Glen

Personal Information––– – Profession: Scout, Soldier, Farmer, Miner, Witch Hunter, Inquistor Hobbies: Painting, Traveling, Cooking Languages: Common; Smattering of Gutterspeak and Orcish Residence: Nomadic; Arom’s Stand Birthplace: Stormwind Religion: Holy Light (nonpracticing) Patron Deity: None Fears: Plague, Drowning

Relationships ––– - Spouse: Widower (Marien Candell) Children: S = Zexx (MIA); D = Sarasam Parents: F = Ser Erlain Candell (Deceased); M = Nora Candell (Deceased) Siblings: Peter (Deceased); Jaine (Deceased); Bella (Deceased) Other Relatives: Gwynn Candell (granddaughter); Rey Candell (granddaughter); Gendry Candell (grandson); Xaya Candell (granddaughter) Pets: Stern, an emerald eyed crow

Sex & Romance ––– - Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Preferred Emotional Role: submissive | dominant | switch Preferred Sexual Role: submissive | dominant | switch Libido: Active Turn ons: Intelligence, confidence, patience, kindness, adventurous. singers Turn offs: Drama Love Language: Privacy Relationship Tendencies: His heart died in the Third War, but he’s still alive.

Traits ––– -

Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

Additional information ––– – Smoking Habit: Sometimes Drugs: Rarely Alcohol: Sometimes

RP Hooks ––– – Witch Hunter/Inquisitor - It’s his profession and life roaming the countryside of Drustvar for Witches, Drust, and other spooky creatures that look to harm the innocent. But that evil has defintely not exclusive to the island of Kul Tiras, finding the tides of darkness sail to all shores of Azeroth and beyond. Ride with him, ride against him, or call for aid and he will come, alone or with others. Having been at this work for some time he has been known to take on apprentices as ordered such as Cheryl Duun and Josiah Nuebern.

War. War never Changes - Eld has seen four different wars from both sides of winning and losing. A refugee from Stormwind during the First War, freedom fighter in the Second, a victim of the Third, and then a monster in the aftermath. The Fourth War sent him into his current life and redemption arc that never seems to find an end on the isle of Kul Tiras. As time passes, friends grow fewer and enemies grow plentiful. Be you friend or foe?

Beyond the Stars - The Shadowland Fiasco sent Azeroth into a mass hysteria that sent thousands into a introspective self diagnosed mind therapy that gripped the world in a collective held breath. Eld was no different. Delving beyond the Veil had numerous consequences that lead him to believe it was more than a dream, it had taken him beyond life or death. The memories are scattered at times but the feelings are still there of his missing time. A ship, a family, a journey, losses, and a final goodbye. There is a hole in his heart that will never be filled, but he doesn't want to fill it. That hole is a badge to something he never thought he'd have again.

Old Dog, Same Order, Unending Work - There is a darkness coming to the world and the Order will not sit idle while it goes to hell in a hand-basket. As small as the group may be, they are travelling to face the darkness beside any allies they can find. Beware the dark, depths, and the Black Rainbow that will feast on the sky.

HOW TO CONTACT: OoC - tumblr, Discord ( Mogwai Kraken#7988); In-Game: Eldridge (WRA) or Candell (MG)

IC––– – Dawn's light came trickling through the basement window, the frosted glass sending fractured spindles to chase at the shadows of the dark room. Eld was already awake sitting on the bed, but he was doing his best to stay out of it for a bit longer. The days had gotten longer to match the roads and it was not being kind to his bones. Joints and muscles would groan internally for his inner monologue to chastise at being soft. Getting old was awful.

Reaching up, the witch hunter would rub at his face with his calosed hands. His palms and fingers massaging at the sleep tinged eyes in hopes of releaving the ache of sleeping. They weren't doing a good job of it.

Sighing softly as Eld lowered his hands to his knees, his bleary vision would eye his bruised and sore feet as he tried his best to stretch the toes out for a bit of relief. There was a soft pop and stretch to his calves as he sighed softly feeling a moment of respite.

"On your feet Candell," the inquisitor would mutter, echoing the phrase spoken to him countless times on countless battlefields. His blue eyes would lift to spot the folded over tabard and mismatched gear that he'd been given by Dewitt and Langston. "Let's get to it."

Eldridge Candell, Inquisitor of the Order of Embers, had returned to Azeroth.

#eldridge candell #basic information #who are you eld #the returned #order of embers #witch hunter #inquisitor #world of warcraft #wyrmrest accord #moon guard #roleplay #lfc

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the-realest-spot-conlon · 4 months

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The Best Brothers Are Not Blood Related ll

Hey so for those who haven't read part one please go do that cuz that is like the kick off to the series, nothing will make much sense without it, love you guys!

TW: tbh idk I write these before the actual fic so to be safe ima say language and violence (it's Spot as a Jock what more do you expect) (I always blame it on Spot but in reality I just can't watch my own language) The unraveling of Spot and Jack as brothers and as Gen-Z's in high school. The last fic was kinda uneventful except for Race being a simp for Spot but in this one some shit unravels so enjoy

Spot has had ADHD for a few years now. Well, at least diagnosed ADHD. His mom first caught on when she noticed him getting more and more restless. Medda was always accepting of her sons, and picked up on the little hints. She noticed when they had crushes, problems, or even mental disorders. She payed for Spot's therapy, once a week on Wednesdays. Wednesdays soon became Spot's least favorite day. "I'm telling you, Cheryl, I'm fine. Really." "Sean, you're not fine, your ADHD is getting worse. Don't think I haven't noticed," The woman said as she gave him a stern look through her glasses. "So what are you gonna do about it?" Spot asked sarcastically. "Give this to you mom," Cheryl said as she tore off a piece of paper and handed it to Spot. "Medication? Really Cheryl?" "Yes, really, Sean. If you want to be able to perform well in school and football, you need to be able to focus, and stop fidgeting so much," Spot noticed his leg bouncing, and stopped. "I don't fidget," He crossed his arms stubbornly, tapping his finger on his arm subconsciously. "Whatever you say Sean," Spot looked at the bottle of pills on his bedside table. "What a lovely way to wake up," Spot mumbled sarcastically. "What was that?" Medda said from the other room. "Nothing Mama!" Spot yelled back, and ignored the bottle of pills on his nightstand. Medda walked in, halfway through her makeup. "Boy, did you take your medicine?" She asked sternly. "Uh, yea," Spot said, putting on a black T-shirt and his Letterman Jacket over it. "You're lying," Medda said, leaning on the door. "Is everything alright?" She asked her son in a more maternal voice this time. "Everything's fine," Spot said, before begrudgingly walking over to the pill bottle on his dresser. "Spot hurry your ass up you're gonna make me late!" Jack yelled from downstairs. Spot swung his bag over one shoulder before hugging his mom, and walking downstairs. "Wouldn't want to make the famous Jack Kelly late," Spot said sarcastically before walking out the door. Medda walked downstairs, looking at her other son. "Will you talk to him for me?" Medda asked, placing a kiss on Jack's forehead. "What do I say?" Jack asked, unaware of the situation. "It's his ADHD again," Medda said, obviously worried for her son. "What happened?" Jack asked, unaware of why Spot's ADHD would make him act so... distant. "He got medicated, and one of the side effects is mood swings," She said, before sending Jack off to the car. Jack got in the driver's seat of the red jeep, tossing his bag in the back seat hastily. "Alright, what's wrong," Jack said, acting as though he was relieving some pent up tension in the air. "What do you mean 'what's wrong?'" Spot said, like it was a stupid question. "Your attitude?" Jack replied as though it was obvious. "So I'm just supposed to have a perfect attitude 24/7? When have you known me to have a good attitude?" Spot asked as they pulled up to the school. "You know? That's fair," Jack said as they got out of the car.

Spot waited for the bell to ring in his last class, watching the little hand on the clock tick at every second. 5,4,3,2,1, Ring Ring Spot practically jumped out of his seat as he swiftly moved to his locker and grabbing his stuff before walking to the locker room. He was so lost in thought that he barely noticed he was surrounded by people walking as fast as him. Crash Spot hit something. Someone. He looked up, and met those same gorgeous blue eyes that he has had a crush on for as long as he has remembered. "You good?" The upperclassman said as they both regained their balance. "I'm fine," Spot said, with a more chipper sounding voice than he would have liked, although it was only noticeable to him. Spot walked away, a light pink blush spreading across his face. Race walked off to his car, a similar blush across his cheeks as well.

Ok, Spot with ADHD? Should I make this a bigger thing in the series or do yall want to see less of it? lmk in the comments! As usual I'll tag the next part down below when it's posted!

@eponine-thenadier I said I'd tag you so here you go!

#92sies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #davey jacobs #jack kelly #sprace #newsies

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banana789 · 1 year

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- Reader is best friends with Cheryl and Toni and wants to join the Pretty Poisons. They are having none if it .

' Come on pleeeaaaassseeeeee ' you begged as you followed Cheryl around her and Tonis room while she was getting ready.

'No' she said simply.

'Please !'

No! 'She said sternly

' Whyyyy' You asked pouting.

'Look y/n it's just too dangerous ok, your too innocent, you don't know how to fight and your too sweet.' She said with a smile as she did her mascara.

'What's she too innocent for? ' Toni asked as she walked in.

'You better not be on about a date' Toni said as she crossed her arms giving you a stern look and a small smile.

You cursed under your breath. You were trying to get Cheryl on your side first and then she could persuade Toni. Although you knew Cheryl first Toni was the most protective of you. She saw you as this small shy nerd that she needed to protect (which you kinda were). You and Cheryl came as a pair and she loved you both.

'Y/n here wants to join the Pretty Poisons ' Cheryl explained with a smirk knowing how this would go.

There was a moment silence and you could feel Tonis stare burning into the side of your head. You winced before looking up at her with an innocent smile.

'Soooo that's a yes? Great. ' You tried as you went to run out of the room before getting pulled back by Cheryl and Toni.

'What hey get back here shortie. ' Toni said gripping your arm.

'Do you realise how dangerous being in a gang is! There's no way we're letting you join.' Before you could defend yourself she cut you off.

' No listen . We love you OK your our best friend and if anything happend to you we wouldn't be able to live with ourselves. Cher's right your too innocent and your tiny you wouldn't be able to fight back if anyone tried anything.' She said scared at the thought of you getting hurt.

You let out a huff as you tore your arm away from Toni and looked down at the floor. Deep down you knew she was right.

'Come on Tiny we're sorry' Cheryl said as she tried to get you to look at them .

'You don't control me you know' you said under your breath .

'I know I'm a nerd but I'm not completely helpless' you said as you stormed out and left the house walking to school instead of getting a ride eith the two girls. Sick of their overprotectiveness. You knew they were only trying to help but you wanted to be able to stick up for yourself.

You heard the beep of a horn as you saw

Archie pull up next to you in his dad's truck.

'Hey, do you need lift?' He asked.

'Oh yes please' You said thankful as you climbed in.

'So how come you aren't getting a ride with Cheryl and Toni? ' he asked

'We had a fight' you sighed

'They wouldn't let me join the Pretty Poisons. So I stormed out like a child. ' You laughed putting you head in your hands.

'You wanted to join a gang ?' Archie gasped.

'Why is everyone so shocked, what am I a kid? ' You asked frustrated .

'Look Cheryl and Toni are just protective of you, they've always been like that and if you got hurt in Toni's gang she would blame herself . And Cheryl well she's lost everyone, her brother and her family, all she has left is you and Toni. You can't blame them for being for protective, your so sweet they just don't want you being taken advantage of. 'Archie explained.

As you two drove to school you realised your friend actually had a good point. You and Cheryl had been friends since you were little and you'd helped her get through Jason's death. And as for Toni you were the one that balied on Cheryl at the movies so they could have there first date.

As you and Archie pulled into the school carpark you saw your two best friends stood next to Cheryl's red convertible.

You thanked Archie and walked over to them wracked with guilt.

What if they hated you. All they'd ever done is made you feel loved and you'd thrown it back in their faces.

Deciding to give it some more time you turned around and began walking to class. Before you heard Cheryl's voice behind you.

'Y/N' She yelled .Not an angry yell though, to your surprise.

As you turned around you felt Cheryl body slam into you, her arms wrapping around you tightly. She pulled back and checked you over before slapping you round the back of the head. 'Do that to me again and I sware to god ill tickle you until you can't breathe' She said with a glare and slight smile .

'We figured we'd let you have some time to yourself but then when we drove round school and didn't see you walking we got worried' the redhead explained.

'I'm really sorry red' you said shyly, leaning you head on her shoudler as she pulled you in for another hug.

You noticed Toni hovering behind her with a dissapointed look on her face.

'TT I'm so sorry' You said nearly in tears. As you hid behind Cheryl before she pushed you forward.

You looked up t the pink haired girl.

'I'm so so so so sorry. Please dont be mad at me I didn't mean to hurt you feelings or make you worry. I just don't want to be the helpless neerd you guys always need to protect. I thought that I'd be less of a burden to you guys if I could protect myself' You explained.

'Wait, that's why you wanted to join the Pretty Poisons?' Toni asked giving you a stern look .

Cheryl giggled silently, knowing you'd got yourself in trouble.

Toni grabbed yours and Cheryl's hands and led you both behind a tree, out of the way of everyone else.

She let go of your hands and looked you in the eye her arms in an iron grip on your shoudler.

'Y/n L/n you are not a burden to me or to Cheryl and you never will be. We know we don't have to protect you but we want to. Your our best friend. You got us together, you got us through countless fights and you got us both through really hard times ok. Now it's our turn to look after you. We have realised that your right and we are being controlling so we will back up a bit. And by that i mean like a centimetre but still. Nothing is happening to you on our watch and we are making sure of that, whether you like it or not.' She explained. Looking at you with a smile.

'You got that nerd' She said with a playfully mean look on her face. Her arms crossed and she glared at the girl with a smile.

You giggled and nodded, blushing slightly as you realised how much they cared.

' Also me and TT were talking and we agreed to some compromises' Cheryl spoke up, Toni nodded along, looking unsure though.

'So you will not be involved in any gang activity or trained with any weapons because of how clumsy you are. ' Cheryl laughed as you pouted.

'But you are welcome to come to any archery training at Thistlehouse as well as the occasional meeting. And we will even give you your own jacket, as long as you agree not to where it outside the house.' Cheryl cut younoff before you could protest.

'Ah you either wear the Jacket in the house or not at all , we don't want you painting a target on you back.' She explained as Toni nodded along.

'OK yh that's fair enough' you agreed . As you bounced on you heels slightly, a huge smile breaking across you face . You jumped up to Cheryl and hugged her tightly pulling Toni in as well.

#Choni #Toni #Riverdale #Choni x reader #Cheryl Blossom #Toni Topaz #Lesbian #Best friend #Cheryl #cheryl x reader #Toni x reader #Pretty poisons #Protective #sunshine x sunshine protector

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blogginthewind · 2 years

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Love Sick in Riverdale

Notes: You go to school despite not feeling well. Reggie seems to be the only one to notice. Warnings: Mentions of sickness

You could never say no to anyone. That was your problem. You said yes when Cheryl begged you to join the River Vixens, despite being an honors student, taking AP math as a sophomore, and working an internship at your mother’s investment firm three days a week. You said yes when Principal Weatherbee asked you to be on the dance committee even though you only slept five hours most nights. And worst of all, you’d said yes when your mother asked you if you were alright that morning.

Your stomach was aching but you had brushed it off as nerves for your presentation first period. Besides, potential investors were supposed to come over for brunch and that wouldn’t be possible with a sick child in the house. Your mother was a perfectionist and a workaholic. “Are you alright?” had really meant “Please be alright. I am too busy for this.” So yes, you were alright and yes, you were going to school. By second period, the presentation nerves had faded away and you felt a bit better. The dissection in third period biology did not help.

By fourth period your throat was feeling a bit scratchy and your stomach remained swirling as you tried to push the image of the frog dissection out of your mind. It was your study hall and you should have been able to relax but your math teacher had asked you to tutor Reggie Mantle. Of course, you said yes.

“You look like you’re gonna hurl,” he said as he slid into the seat next to you in the library. You glared at him because outright denial would be a lie. Instead, you reached across the table and opened his math book to the current chapter. You were not in immediate danger of hurling. At least, not yet. All you had to do was focus. “Seriously. Are you alright? I heard it was dissection day but you look -”

“So are we doing to study or do you want to insult me some more? Because trust me, you need to study.” It wasn’t the nicest thing to say but at the moment, it was the nicest thing you could think of. He pushed his chair back with a loud screech, earning you a stern look from the librarian, and exited.

It was fine with you. You had work you could be doing. You pulled out your own math homework but found you couldn’t concentrate. Ugh, you actually felt bad that you had implied Reggie was stupid. Tutoring had shown you that he wasn’t stupid, he just wasn’t strong in math. Those were two very different things. He could actually be kind when the other football players weren’t around. When you studied, he did try. You felt sick with guilt. And just sick.

Before you could decide what to do, a bottle of ginger ale and a package of crackers were thrust in front of you. Reggie took his seat again, seemingly unoffended. Food wasn’t allowed in the library but it was a sweet gesture all the same. You felt tears come to your eyes. Your own mother couldn’t make time to take care of you but Reggie? He’d gone out of his way after you’d called him stupid. “Seriously, Y/N. They help. I know it’s like a small thing but -”

“You’re not stupid,” you said, cutting him off again. He gave you a confused look and you felt your cheeks heat up. “What I said earlier. I didn’t mean - I just feel so gross and I didn’t want to talk about it and no one else seemed to care so I just...I was mean.”

Reggie put his hand on your forehead, seemingly unaffected by your ramblings. “Yeah, you’ve got a fever. I had that bug that went around. It was nasty. You should go home.”

You laughed. Going home wasn’t an option. Your mother had to work and...last time you tried that you had waited in the nurse’s office for two hours. When your mother had picked you up, she had been so frazzled leaving work and so concerned about her clients that you were consumed with guilt. No, there was no way you were letting anyone call your mom. “I can’t. Really. My mom’s at work and it’s just not an option. She has clients over for brunch. I’d have to wait and I don't want to fall behind..”

“At least take a break now.” You started to protest but Reggie cut you off. “Hey, I can study on my own this once. Someone told me recently that I wasn’t stupid.”

As you laid your head against your arms, you watched him study. His brow furrowed when he concentrated and he bit his lip when he was trying to figure something out. You began to drift off but you realized that you might just have fallen in love with Reggie Mantle.

#riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #reggie mantle #reggie mantle x reader #sickfic #sick!reader #reggiexreader #self insert #sick reader #riverdale reggie

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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The Truth: Not much of a stranger

Character: Reggie Mantle x male reader, Sweet Pea x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: None

You did not get into school the next day, after you almost jumped off the bridge. As normal, your parents tried to talk to you, but guessed, it was one of „those“, days and called the school, that you were sick.

While you were graveling in your inability to do anything right. Your phone vibrated relentlessly. Calls and texts from your friends in the hundreds. Even form Reggie, the last person you wanted to hear anything from. All of them concerned, but only your ex-boyfriend, mentioning his actions. Him asking you, if you could talk this out, broke you.

He seemed to think, that this is just a minor misunderstanding, which could be changed, with talking. If it is this way, he is way more dumb, than you ever thought.

After school, some of your so called „friends“, even came to your house. Thankfully your parents weren’t there, so nobody opened the door for these traitors.

The day after that, you even with feeling, like this day could only be worse, got out of your bed. Doing your normal morning routine. Just to step in the school and got bombarded by your friends, questions and shit like this. But you haven’t talked to any of them. Except for Archie, which you learned, wasn’t at the party either. He still was blissfully ignorant for what happened. Or Veronica, actually did not tell him.

For the entire day, you hanged out with Archie, holding him away from everyone else, „What is going on (Y/N), is there something you want to tell me?“, he asked a bit cockily with making his eyebrows dance for you.

Of course you took this as a joke. He knew he became attractive and since then played a bit with you. Not with Kevin because he wasn’t the type for these jokes.

But you smile slowly faded, as you realized that you needed to tell him, because if you didn’t, no-one would. So with a stern look in your eyes, you finally looked at him directly, „There is something I need to tell you. You don’t want to hear it, but someone needs to tell you, because V-“

„Hey, (Y/N) can we speak?“, Reggie interrupted you in the for him perfect moment.

The shock was visible in your eyes, as both guys looked at you, „No Reggie, we can’t. I try to tell Archie something. So if you could kindly fuck off, I would appreciate that.“

Immediately, you could see Archies questioning look, at how you just talked to your seems to be boyfriend. Because nothing was official yet, as you guessed.

„Please, let us talk!“, he asked more energetic.

Jus as you wanted to again let him down, Archie suddenly stood up. „I let you guys alone, you obviously have something to talk about,“ he told you uncomfortable, before walking off.

Which let you to angrily stare at Reggie, „What the fuck was that? Wasn’t it enough to cheat on me? Now you need to let me look like a bad guy?“

Reggies strong demeanor broke almost instantly. His saddened eyes, once let you fell to his side, to make sure he was okay. Now it just makes you angry, „Tell me Reggie, what did you really want? Did you tried to prevent me from telling him? Is it that what you want? That I’m just as disgusting like all my friends?“

„It would hurt Veronica, if-“

For a moment you completely blacked out of rage. Just to find you again, getting stared at by everyone outside. And Reggie with a bright red mark on his right cheek. You gulped hardly, as you realized, that you just had slapped him.

„Why don’t you crawl to her, if she is that important to you Reggie, because we are done!“ Only the last part was almost screamed by you.

Only Cheryl and Archie, weren’t there that day. So because you couldn’t find him, you got to her. Telling her everything. But asked her to keep it a secret for know, cause you want to humiliate them. Make everyone aware, what snakes they are.

„How about we go out today? It is Friday and there is someone I want you to finally meet.“ You were taken aback. Never thinking, that you were close to her, but it would explain a lot of things that had happened in the past. With a saddened smile, you agreed, to meet her later at her house.

At your own home, your parents were happy, that you again came out of your room and even spoke to them, for a short moment, before telling them, that you wouldn’t be there that evening and maybe the night. But also told them, that Reggie was no more and that Cheryl would take you to a party.

Of course they were confused, because Reggie was your rock, but not questioned you further for the moment, just being happy, that you talked to them at all.

At Cheryls place, you sat in her red bedroom, completely finished, just waiting on her. But she didn’t take as long as you expected. Because only ten minutes in, her manicured fingers, suddenly snatched your phone from you.

„Really (Y/N), you reading his messages? No! Absolutely not!“, she stated, as she locked my phone in one of her drawers. „You will get it back tomorrow. But for today, we have fun, and you forget about this asshole!“

Just then, she took your hand and pulled you with her, to a motorcycle on which she sat herself on, giving you another helmet and drove you two off.

Later on, as you finally realized where she was driving you too, you became uneasy. Trying to think, why she was getting you two in serpent territory. Immediately the pictures of this night, came back to you. And the kind eyes the stranger had.

Standing right before their headquarters, your stomach began to turn. But only for a moment, before reality kicked in. Your former low hanging head, was straight, directly lookin in front of you, a serious look on your face.

Cheryl did not see any of this, just guiding you inside. Where you were absolutely overdressed. So much, that it wasn’t even funny.

Not long in there, a beautiful girl, came up to you, kissing Cheryl, before turning to you, „And who is this love?“, she asked your friend, that had taken you there.

„This is (Y/N), I told you about him.“

For a moment she just seemed to look you up and down. „I remember, the jock lover, right?“, she asked her but looked at you. Which gave you a very prominent red shadow over your cheeks.

„I want you to meet my friends.“ She turned around and pointed at a cute short guy, sitting in a booth, „This is fangs, one of my childhood friends and that besides him is-“, she stopped for a moment confused, „Where is he?“

Suddenly someone tapped on your shoulder, which activated a fight or flight moment. Of course you choose fight. You grabbed the arm, especially one of his long fingers, „How broken to you prefer your bones?“, you asked threateningly without even looking behind you.

A deep husky, velvet voice, called out to you, „I prefer them in tact. But I believe you do too.“ Just then, his other hand engulfed your body. Which reminded you of the evening in the rain again. Your head spun around faster than you thought possible. There he was, the guy who had saved your life.

„Nice to see you again,“ he grinned at you, obviously flirting.

„You two know each other?“, Cheryl asked suspiciously.

At which the stranger nodded energetically. „Yes, I found him on the wooden bridge, soaking wet, disoriented. I asked him, where he was going. He wasn’t really there in his head, as he came to himself, he asked me where he was. And immediately tried to presumably go back home. I even tried to give him a ride, but he blow me off, quite uncalled I might add.“

You starred at him with an open mouth, still holding his finger or more his hand now, while his other arm, stabilized you, as if he knew, that you knees became week from just looking at him.

Finally after he told his little fake story, he looked back down at you, winking, before finally letting go of you again. Finally you learned his name, `Sweet Pea´ a strange but fitting name for a seemingly bad guy like him.

Cheryl was still somewhat suspicious. Knowing how good your inner compass was, but also remembered you telling her, that someone helped you in the rain. And was just happy, that you two seemed to get along.

#Sweet Pea x male reader #sweet pea imagines #Reggie Mantle x male reader #reggie mantle imagine #Riverdale x male reader #riverdale imagines #Riverdale imagine #riverdale x male #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #male reader imagines #x male reader imagine #x male reader imagines

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billthedrake · 2 years

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BIG DADDY (PART FOUR)

(This is a story is a little departure from my normal, with bisexual content.)

That cock challenged me as several inches sawed in and out of my wet, mucusy throat.

I could do this, though, I decided. It had been two solid months since I'd sucked Big Daddy and, yeah, I'll admit I missed this. Missed that massive truncheon against my tongue, against my tonsils, filling me up.

"Damn, son," I heard above me. The man's khakis were down by his ankles and we were there in his private study. Mark Bryant had asked me over for a man-to-man talk. No Cheryl, just me. I wasn't sure what was involved, but he was all low-key friendly as he greeted me and showed me to his study.

Mrs. Bryant came in with two beers and her chipper housewife smile. Then said she'd leave us men to whatever business we had and shut the door on the way out.

Mr. Bryant didn't waste time. The door barely clicked when he stood up and started undoing his belt.

That was five minutes ago. Now, I was hunkering in my seat, putting my hands on Mark's thick hairy thighs to steady myself as his thrusts grew more insistent. Fuck, this was all so intense. I had tears running down my cheeks and spit drooling down my chin. I probably looked like a dumb whore. Like Dan Bryant level whore. Or Randy Slocum. I couldn't help it, though, Mark Bryant had a huge fucking cock.

I coughed on Mark's hard phallus as it pressed deeper in my gullet and heard a soft laugh. "OK," he grunted and slowly pulled his meat out.

I caught my breath, wiping my chin and cheeks the best I could. My eyes never left that penis. Long, fat, rigid, the big hairy balls drawn up some. A man. I'd seen that dick fuck my Cheryl, and I'd seen her blow it. This dick called the shots.

"Go on, Nick," he said, using my first name again. "Finish me off." Then a word I never expected from the big man's mouth. "Please."

I looked up in his eyes. Behind the stern look there was a playfulness. I felt a shudder in my body. For a monent, I knew what Cheryl felt. Not only the sexual desire, or dare I say addiction, to her father's cock. But the unconditional love she had for the domineering, self-centered man.

I nodded and leaned in, slowly taking Mark's erect cock in between my lips. I wasn't trying to be a tease but this is how I knew to work him. A gradual, measured pace, slowly working his bone with my wet mouth in up and down strokes while one hand gripped the free inches and the other massaged his daddy balls.

"Fuck, that's nice," he hissed, putting his hands on his hips and relaxing his posture, shifting from face fucking to a getting-serviced stance.

That just encouraged me. I went faster and twisted my hand around his shaft. It was probably a porn chick move, but Daddy liked it.

"Shit," he gasped, in his normal loud Mark voice. I guess he didn't care if Mrs. Bryant heard. "Suck my fucking cock, man.... yeah like that, son.... getting me so fucking close..... un... ungh, FUCK!"

After a couple of dry months, I was getting that Bryant cum I loved. I gulped and tasted what immediately didn't shoot down my throat. Then I swallowed that, too.

Mark had a big smile on his face when I finally pulled off. "Damn, boy..." he said, but nothing else. I guess that was all the compliment I was gonna get.

He reached down and hoisted his khakis back up. Zipping up and buckling his belt again, he strutted back to the other side of his home office desk, plopping into the leather chair like a kid.

I sat back in my chair, hard as a rock in my jeans. If it had been anyone else, I would have demanded reciprocation. I would have pulled out my hard as nails prick and fed it to the guy, demanding a blowjob for a blowjob. But since it was Big Daddy, I sat there with an erection that would have to wait.

"Getting excited for the wedding, Nick?" the man asked. Like I just hadn't sucked him off.

"Yessir, Mark," I replied. The wedding was now weeks away and after a crazy year, I was getting into the idea of being Cheryl's husband, even if it meant marrying into the Bryant family. Especially if it meant marrying into the Bryant family.

The man smiled at my answer, though honestly this felt like small talk. A ritual of a conversation. What the fuck else was I gonna say? "No, Mr. Bryant, I'm dreading marrying your slutty daughter"?

"Listen Nick, the reason I asked you over here was to ask how you're enjoying your job."

"Some days are better than other," I admitted. "I don't have super high expectations for an entry level job, but they're soft of promising me a promotion next year."

"Sort of?" Mark seemed skeptical.

"They can't come out and put it in writing," I clarified. "But I've seen how they work. They do promote talent from within."

"That's good," Mark said. Then with a careful look, he put it out there in that inimitable Texas drawl. "You know, son, R.C. Supply promotes our homegrown talent."

This was a surprise but not a total one. I got his drift immediately. "Is that a job offer, sir?" I asked respectfully.

"Damn straight it is, Brennan," he replied, using my last name. "You got a head on your shoulders, and we need that." Mark didn't have to spell it out, but I knew the implication. Dan Bryant wasn't gonna be right-hand-man material now or ever.

"What exactly would I be doing?" I asked.

Mark had clearly thought about it carefully. "Market analysis, and point person for our accountant. At first. You'd be shadowing Keith to learn every aspect of the business, preparing for a management role."

"I'm flattered, sir," I said truthfully. Then, "I'm guessing it would be a starter salary?"

Mark smiled. "A businessman, all right," he chuckled then wrote a figure on a piece of paper. "Is this enough incentive?" he asked as he slid across to me.

It was. And I told him so. It was easily twenty thousand more than my current salary. I didn't tell him that, but Mark probably had a ballpark idea.

"It's not fucking charity, mind you. It's investment. You're gonna earn every penny."

"I know," I said confidently. "I'm up for it."

"That's a yes, then?" the man asked. Damn those blue eyes were working on me, that Bryant animal magnetism. I wish I'd gotten off earlier, since I worried my attraction to the man was clouding my judgment.

"I'll talk it over with Cheryl, but I'm sure it will be a yes," I replied. "I'd need two weeks notice for my current job," I clarified.

"By the books, huh?" Mark chuckled. "All right, Brennan," he added. "Give me an answer by the weekend."

I nodded.

Mark changed the subject. To another matter of family business. "I hear you've been taking care of Dan lately."

"Yessir," I replied. "He's a good kid," I said, dumbly.

"He was a bit of fuck up when he was younger," Mark confessed. Then he looked at me with a steely gaze. "Let's just say Dan needs a strong guiding hand in his life."

"I'm gathering," I said. Damn, this conversation was getting heady. I already went a little rough whenever I hooked up with Dan Bryant, but now Mark was encouraging me to go further?

"I'm not just talking about the sex," he added. "I mean in life. I'm asking you man to man, Nick... think you could look after my boy? Keep him from fucking up too much?"

"Dan's a good guy," I assured him. "I'll keep his head straight."

"I'm grateful," Mark said. "Really."

He held up his nearly empty glass now. "I'll have Kate bring us a couple more beers. Whaddya say?"

I shook my head no and stood up. "I should be getting home, Mark,"" I said. "I wanna talk your offer over with Cheryl. No need to wait to the weekend."

He grinned and stood up, his big burly body giving me a thrill of excitement. He stuck out his hand for a goddamn business handshake. "Hope to have you on my team, Brennan."

***

I didn't go straight home. I was still horny. After the blue balls at Mark's, I needed something rougher than sex with Cheryl. I was just in that kind of mood.

I thought of Dan, and yeah, Mark's words to me about his son had fired up my imagination. I'd already gotten his son to get back on a workout regimen, and I'd got the dumb stud to stop hitting Grindr. I thought of really taking control of the guy's life, like Daddy was asking. And I was hard as a rock thinking about it.

But I wasn't gonna fuck Dan that night. I had a rule I kept to. Dan Bryant had to ask me for cock. He had to beg. And he had to learn not to beg too often. He may be a cock-hungry slut, but he was a Bryant for christsake.

I pulled out my phone and sent Officer Slocum a text. "Off duty?" was all it read.

"Having dinner with Jessica," was the reply. "What's up?"

"When can you meet?" I texted, pawing my crotch. Mark had left me in a real state.

"Fuck. Can you give me thirty minutes, Mr. Nick? I'll make some excuse up."

"Perfect," I lied. Perfect would have been five minutes. But Slocum was a prize piece of cop hotness. Even in my horny state, I knew I had to respect that.

I went to the Walgreens and picked up some lube. I'd have to start carrying it my glove compartment for these very occasions. I picked up a box of condoms but who was I kidding? I wasn't gonna tap Slocum's ass all rubbered up. I tossed the box back.

By the time we got to our spot, an empty lot in an industrial park halfway between town and Round Rock, I only had to wait about five minutes. I turned off the car, unbuckled my seat belt and pulled out my cock. I slicked it up with lube and got a nice stroke on it.

I saw Officer Slocum's truck pull up next to mine and watched all 5'10" of muscled-up cop hotness get out and strut over to my window. He was in causal clothes rather than his uniform, but he looked hot as hell. Blond hair in a fresh buzz cut, arms and shoulders filled out by a clear gaining cycle, that baby fat still clinging tenaciously to his cheeks.

"Evening, Mr. Nick," he greeted. He had a hardon, too, I could tell and that gave me a hell of an ego boost.

"Hi Randy," I greeted.

He stopped as he got close enough to see in my window and to see me stroke my cock.

"I'm pretty horny," I stated the obvious.

"I can see that," he said in that thick Texas accent. "I'll take care of you, Mr. Nick. Like I always do."

He took the initiative to open my car door, and I knew what he was planning. He was gonna kneel in that goddamn parking lot like he often did and lean in and blow me as I sat in the passenger seat, with me keeping an eye to make sure the coast was clear.

Not tonight. I stood up and got out of the car, hardon first.

"Lean over the car," I instructed, walking behind him.

"But, Nick," he objected, forgetting his normal "Mr.", "we've never..."

"I know we haven't," I said, putting my hand on his beefy shoulder and gripping it in a gentle massage. God, every inch of this dude was turning me on. "But I need a fuck, bad. Come on, man," I urged.

He nodded silently, nervous, I could tell, as he kind of leaned forward.

I got in behind him, now openly running my hands up and down his thin T-shirt and appreciating the beef beneath. At that moment I could read this guy like a book. Local high school player, barely able to graduate, decided to be a cop before he even got his diploma. Maybe his Daddy was a cop, maybe he just romanticized the job. Now he was in over his head. Law enforcement, even in a small town was half tedium, half tough situations. His time with me and Mr. Bryant was the one part he enjoyed.

"Drop the pants," I growled and like that Randy Slocum scrambled to comply, undoing his jeans and quickly shucking them down.

I'd seen Randy's ass before, but not like this. Bare, round, smooth. Somewhere between a bubble butt and a muscle ass. I ran my hands over the brawny cheeks and felt Randy's body jerk in excitement. Fuck.

"You ever take dick before?" I had to ask.

"Yessir, Mr. Nick," the officer answered. "But not much. Honest." His voice was shaking.

"Easy boy, I'll go easy," I assured him. I reached in the car and get the lube. Randy would need a lot I decided. I pumped extra on my cock, and then started fingering a healthy amount to his pucker. He was tight all right, but slowly accepted first one finger, then two, then three.

Now or never, I figured. I got into place.

The entry stung him, but I reached around and held on as I kissed his neck and held steady in place.

"You got a hot ass, Randy," I said in a soft growl. This was as loving as he was gonna get.

"Thank you, Mr. Nick," he breathed. It was intense for him, but he was getting used to it. Getting used to having a man's cock pressing up into him. Then another inch tapped something into him. Slocum stifled a cry as his ass bucked against me.

"My hot cop likes that, huh?" I hissed, now fucking him.

Randy liked it, all right, and I was glad I'd taken my time. Feeling his body respond to each thrust made this so much hotter.

I was really worked up from blowing Mark, and it was all getting me off quickly now. My cock spurted its seed in Randy's tight cop ass.

"Unnng!" I grunted and kind of slumped against him. It was the kind of nut I need a second to recover from but as I held Randy, he furiously stroked to his own nut. I gave him an encouraging pat on his waist as he gave it up.

"Nice," I hissed, then slowly pulled out. I stepped around and got a couple of Kleenex, one to wipe my cock off, a few to let Slocum sop up his jizzy hole.

I watched the color return to the officer's cheeks as he pulled his jeans back on and casually toss the kleenex onto the parking lot asphalt. "You men have been real worked up lately," he said with a grin. "Did Mr. Bryant tell you he fucked me?"

I'll be damned. "No," I said.

He got that aw-shucks friendliness to his demeanor now. "Just between you and me, Mr. Nick, it was a lot better with you. Mr. Bryant... well, he's real big, too big, and I didn't cum like I did with you just now."

"I'm gonna want a lot more of that ass," I said openly.

Randy just gave me a flirty smile. "Officer Slocum at your service, sir," he said with a chuckle. "Only now, I gotta get home, Mr. Nick. For real."

"All right," I said gruffly. But something about this hot cop caught me in a conciliatory mood. I stepped up and saw his surprised nervousness. My hands felt up his sides again, slowly, almost like we were teenager at prom. Then I kissed him.

Fuck he loved that. His mouth greedily accepted my tongue and his own hands were on my waist, pulling me in.

I finally broke it off. "All right, Randy, go home. I'll be in touch."

****

"Damm, bro, it's great to see you," I said as I met my high school buddy Kevin McConnell in a beer hug in the baggage claim of the Austin airport. He had a garment bag with his suit for my wedding and a small wheeled carry on.

"Nick Brennan," my buddy said, his light brown eyes taking me in head to toe. "You're all Texas and shit now," he laughed.

"Maybe," I admitted as I clapped his upper back and took his suitcase. "I'm pretty happy here, dude. Come on, let's get some lunch. Figured it was time for my bud to have some real barbecue."

He rolled his eyes but let me lead the way to the parking lot.

Lunch was great, but it was even better to catch up with my friend. I hadn't forgotten Kevin, not by a long shot. Dude was going to be my best man. But we'd grown apart some in college... Kevin had stayed in our hometown and had done the local state college thing before working for his dad's plumbing business. I was glad to see the real world hadn't dulled his sense of humor. We caught up on people we knew in high school and Kevin told me all the crazy shit that some of them were up to. I was drying my tears of laughter after a while.

Kevin paused and gave me an affectionate look. Not a crush, but a friend/bro kind of look. "Fuck, Nick, it's been too long.... you excited for Saturday?"

"I am," I said. "Best decision I've made, marrying Cheryl." I dropped my voice's volume and added. "Though you marry her you marry the whole goddamn Bryant family."

"That a problem?" Kevin asked, concerned. Always looking out for me.

I shook my head. "Nah, I love them to death. But heads up Mark... Cheryl's Dad... well, he can be a little intense."

"I can handle him," Kevin laughed.

"So, I gotta ask about you, bud," I said. "Any special girl in your life?"

Kevin shook his head. "Not really," he said. He took a deep breath and looked me steady in the eye. "I know this is shitty timing, Nick, but I've been meaning to tell you... I'm gay."

"For real?" Kevin was the last guy I would have guessed. But my friend instinct kicked. "Dude, you know you're my best friend whoever the fuck you are."

He seemed relieved. "Sorry to lay this on you three days before your wedding."

"I just feel bad you couldn't tell me earlier," I said.

He gave me a frustrated sigh. "Jesus, Brennan... I mean, I know how to put this, but you can be an intimidating dude."

I chuckled. "Intimidating?"

He nodded, and there was something about that vulnerable expression in his eyes. Kevin McConnell was hot as fuck. Thinning dark brown hair cut short, soulful eyes, more masculine than handsome face. "You know... successful, lacrosse jock, total bro...." He paused, as if anticipating my objection. "I'm not saying that's a bad thing, Nick, fuck yeah I'd worried how you'd take it."

"How long you been holding out on me?" I asked in an understanding tone but also not letting him off the hook.

"I dunno... since I was like 16." He laughed, nervously, I think, as he thought back over the years.

"So you got a guy in your life? Fuck man, if you felt you couldn't bring your dude as a plus-one...."

"Nah, no Nick, no guy, at least not steady." He paused. "It's kind of hard back home... I put in crazy hours running Pop's shop and I guess I still keep a low profile. I get into the city every other weekend for some fun, and I have a buddy over in Edison who helps me out when we both get some free time."

"Yeah?" I said, trying to cheer him up. "That's cool. Sometimes you just need some relief to get you through."

Kevin smiled. "You said it. But, I don't know if I should tell you this... but the guy's married. If he weren't I'd probably be head over heels."

It was tough to see my fun-loving high school buddy wrestling with this heady stuff. I patted him on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile.

"Judgment free, man, particularly after my last year..."

That caught his attention. "What?"

I leaned in. "Just between you and me," I started, then decided to continue. "I'm kind of bi myself. At least I have experience with dudes."

I got a kick out of seeing the surprised look on Kevin's face. "Fuck!" he grunted. I suspected he had the hots for me. Maybe deep down, where he could barely admit. Or maybe he wanted me for a while. Or maybe he was just frustrated he'd held off telling me when I was the last person to judge him. "Um... does Cheryl know?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I won't go into details, but we have an arrangement."

"Well fuck me," Kevin laughed. "You're a man of surprises Brennan."

A thought occurred to me. I wasn't sure how hard up Kevin was, but I thought of a way to help my buddy out. "I may have another surprise for you... what do you say we get the bachelor party started early?"

The blood drained from his face. "Are you saying what I think you're saying." I could read the torn emotion on his face. He wanted me, sexually, but he also didn't want to fuck our friendship.

I shook my head. "Not exactly. But let me ask you, bud... you have a thing for cops?"

"Is the pope Catholic?" he laughed. "Wait... what are you driving at Nick?"

I leaned back, a Cheshire grin on my face. "I know a guy. 20 and blond, honest to god cop, all muscle, too... is that your speed, buddy?"

His voice was hoarse. Kevin was turned on, all right. "Damn straight it's my speed. What is this, a blind date?"

I leered. "Don't think Officer Slocum's the dating type. Purely pump and dump. Unless you're strictly bottom," I put out there.

"Strictly vers," Kevin answered with a grin, clearly opening up to me now.

I picked up my phone and sent Randy a text. "You around? I got a buddy to bring by." I knew it was Randy's day off. I'd normally be dropping by if I wasn't getting ready for a wedding.

It took a half minute to get the reply. "I'm here, Mr. Nick. Come on by."

I smiled up at Kevin. "Let's go, man. I promise you're gonna love this."

He was like a giddy kid. I think the novelty of sharing a hook up with me, and the mind fuck that it was lacrosse jock Nick Brennan setting him with a piece of cop tail was getting to Kevin in the best way.

On the drive over, Kevin had a huge smile. "Tell me to mind my business, Nick, but how long you been doing this guy?" I didn't even need to look over to know my friend was throwing hard. I started to worry poor Kevin didn't get laid enough.

"A few months," I said. I gave Kev a quick look as I drove. "Though I've only been tapping his ass for a couple of weeks. Seriously, man, this guy's a total whore. Use him like you want."

"Fuck," Kevin growled.

I parked the car in front of the Slocum residence. Thankfully they weren't in eye sight of nosy neighbors, and most people were at work at that hour anyway.

"You coming in?" Kevin asked as he saw me pull out my phone but make no move to undo my seat belt.

"I'll wait till you're done. Don't want it to be weird, you know? But I'll let Randy know you're coming in." Already I was typing a text.

I could see Kevin was a little disappointed, but he was game. "Yeah, makes sense. All right. I won't be long. Kinda backed up actually."

I laughed. "Go get 'em tiger," I urged.

Kevin smiled and winked before shutting the car door and strutting up to the front door. I could sense some hesitation before he opened it and walked right in.

It was not even five minutes later, and Kevin emerged again from the house. A shit-eating grin on his face as he walked back to the car with that freshly laid look.

"Man, you weren't kidding," he said as he slid back into the passenger seat. "Total fucking whore. I see why you like it down here in Texas so much."

I chuckled and opened the door. "All right, my turn. Though I might not be a two-minute Stan..."

I was getting hard as I made my way up and into the house. It was dark with the curtains drawn. I didn't ask Kevin where they'd fucked but the bedroom was a good guess. Bingo. Officer Slocum was naked and ass up, kind of lying dreamily on his bed.

I pulled off my shirt and undid my jeans. I don't know why I was so frickin' hard, but I'd been like that a lot lately.

Officer Slocum was quite a sight, I will admit. With all that thick muscle it was sometimes hard to remember he was as young as he was. I wondered if he took dick in high school, or if Big Daddy broke him in. Or both.

I touched his meaty calf and felt his body shiver. "You take good care of my buddy?" I asked in a deep monotone.

He lifted his head some but didn't turn back to face me. "Yes, sir, Mr. Nick. I think he enjoyed himself."

I let out a soft laugh and got up on the bed. I know I told myself I wasn't gonna make things weird between me and McConnell, but the dude wasn't in the room just then. I pried Randy's muscle-cop buns apart and dove in.

Fuck, I didn't have to dig deep with my tongue to find Kev's spunk. My bud wasn't kidding about being backed up and there was a ton of sperm all around Slocum's fucked pucker. I licked and slurped it right the fuck up.

Kevin's nut didn't taste like Mark Bryant's. It was sweet, almost dessert sweet. I love it, too, though. I fed at that nasty hole, feeling Randy get worked up. His muscle-pup body was writhing in the bed now.

I gave a slap and rose up. I didn't bother to lube. That ass was plenty wet as it was.

"Oh fuck!" Randy gasped as I bottomed out in one shove. "Fuck me, Mr. Nick."

The dude was becoming as needy as Dan Bryant, I thought, as I started pumping his hot hole and leaning forward to kiss along his back and neck as I fucked harder. I was getting into a real head space now. Dominating this 5'10" rack of police officer beef, feeding off my own sexual need, thinking about how weird and wild it was that my high school buddy was waiting in the car for me to seed this ass and get back.

I growled, and started an orgasm that lasted a solid minute. I don't know why this nut was better than others. But it was. I kind of collapsed on Randy's back and lay there a second, catching my breath and kissing along his neck and back of his head.

He finally turned toward me, maneuvering beneath me as my dick plopped out. Our lips met. Like, wild deep kiss, feeding off our mutual lust. I knew Slocum had nutted when I fucked him. Or when Kevin fucked him. Whatever, that slut cop was hard again, writhing against me.

"You fucking cocktease," I growled, playfully. I was hard still.

"Sorry Mr. Nick," the young blond guy smiled. "You caught me in a horny mood. You and your buddy."

I had an idea. I got up off the bed and found the phone in my jeans pocket. I sent Kevin a text. "Going for seconds. Come join if you want."

I tossed it down on my pile of clothes not waiting for a reply. I went back and embraced Officer Slocum in bed. Not rushing things, just kind of making out in missionary position, till I was ready for round two. I must have got carried away when I felt a hand on my back.

It was Kevin. Naked, hard. He had a good body on him, for sure. Flat abs, nice chest, big arms. My buddy had taken care of himself and then some. Best of all, he had a nice, tool which he stroked.

"Hey," he greeted. Horny, but a little nervous.

I leaned up and pulled him into a kiss. I didn't care if this was weird. The afternoon was shaping up better than I'd expected. I pulled off and felt the emotion poor between me and Kev.

I looked down at Slocum, who seemed surprised but turned on. "Kevin here's my best man, Officer. Gonna take good care of him while he's in town?"

"Yes, Mr. Nick," he replied softly. Then as if this was the instruction he was waiting for, he scooted over and took my buddy's hard dick into his mouth.

****

I was drunk, but somehow not as drunk as my groomsmen. There were six of us: my best man Kevin, Dan, and three of my college buddies. Eric and Paul were lacrosse teammates at Duke, and Mitch had been my roommate the last couple of years. We had a nice steak dinner, some even nicer scotch, then hit the strip club.

I don't like strippers. They're gross and dirty and never are all that hot anyway. But I loved being the center of attention, of having the guys egg me on as the half-Asian whore gave me a lap dance. Even Kevin got into hooting as he watched me playfully pull her g-string thong off with my teeth.

I didn't know how much Kevin had been tapping Randy Slocum's cop ass, but he'd been in a fucking great mood all evening. My lacrosse buddies were acting like, well, lax bros. They'd ponied up for my lap dance and now were getting ones for themselves. As their girlfriends or fiancees were back at the hotel. It was my first bachelor party, but I assumed this was part of the ritual.

Only Dan Bryant begged off. "Courtney would kill me," he laughed, looking on as Paul's eyes were in the tits of some blonde chick riding his crotch. He took a sip of water from a bottle. "It's sure hot to watch, though."

It had taken me a while to realize Dan was pacing his drinking. I wasn't sure why. We'd gotten a hotel in Austin and was Uber-ing it around. The dude didn't have to drive. It was almost like...

I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "You need it, Dan, buddy?" I said, my voice drunken.

He gave me a hangdog look, those blue eyes twinkling. "It's your bachelor party, Nick," he said. "I'm not gonna ask tonight."

I patted him on the shoulder as I leaned back in my chair and watched Paul get off from the lap dance. "Don't worry, man. I'm gonna take care of ya."

It was easier than I thought. Kevin left early. I wouldn't be surprised if Slocum was hauling his ass to Austin to get my buddy's dick. The rest of us stayed another twenty minutes, then made our way back to the hotel in two Ubers. Dan with me, and the other guys in the other car. Dan seemed quiet as we drove, but I felt his fingers on my leg, massaging my thigh muscle and working his way up to my crotch.

I lay back and pretended nothing was going on. I didn't want the driver weirded out or anything. But damn, Dan's hand felt nice massaging me, and I was getting erect. Finally we were pulling up in front of our hotel and Dan withdrew his arm.

"Thanks," I slurred to the driver as I stumbled out.

"You OK, Nick?" Dan asked, a little concerned.

"Fine," I said. As we strutted into the lobby, I turned to him, taking in those adorable blue eyes. "Maybe you should help me to my room," I grinned.

Dan grinned back. "Yeah."

We didn't even bother turning on the room lights. I just pulled Dan close to me and kissed him. He kissed back, clearly hungry for it.

"I'm getting a fucking brother," I said aloud. "In two fucking days."

Dan laughed, maybe amused I was drunk.

I patted his waist and snuggled up to him, pushing him against the wall. "You're a good guy, Dan," I said. "The best."

"Thanks," he said, seemingly taken off guard.

I ran my hand up and down his shirt. It was a buttoned shirt but the fabric was thin and synthetic and I could feel Dan's hard muscle underneath, warm and firm. "My fucking brother," I repeated. Then, just as loudly: "My brother gonna suck my fucking cock?"

It was a taunt, playful, but with an edge.

I couldn't see Dan's expression but I could sense fear in his voice. "If you want, Nick."

I reached down and started undoing my jeans. I was glad that stripper whore hadn't gotten me off with her lap dance now. "I take care of you, don't I Danny boy?" I said. "Right?"

"Yes, Nick," Dan stammered. "You're good to me. I wasn't even going to ask you tonight. Honest."

I put my hands on his beefy shoulder. The universal sign, I suppose. "Get down and suck my cock, Dan," I ordered.

He did, crouching down in front of me and pulling my briefs down and freeing my hardon. It took three seconds to feel his warm wet mouth engulf me. It was dark, with only a stream of faint light coming in from beneath the door. I felt an expert blow job now, bobs up and down, just the right amount of suction. Dan Bryant knew what he was fucking doing. He'd honed his skills on Big Daddy and god knows who else and now I was reaping the benefits. Nice, professional-grade head.

Only it wasn't enough. I was drunk and my sexual response was slowed. I took matters into my own hands. I gripped Dan's soft hair and started fucking his face. The first thrust took him off guard and he choked a little. But I found my groove. Or rather, fucked and let Dan find his groove, relaxing his jaw and throat to accommodate me.

I got real fucking into it. Deeper and faster mouth strokes. "That's it, brother," I grunted drunkenly. "Take that cock. You hot fuck."

Dan moaned. Sexual excitement? Mind fuck? Too much physical intensity? I had no idea, I was just going for my nut. My mind was a swirl of sexual fantasies. Tit fucking Courtney Bryant. Officer Slocum's blowjobs. Eating Big Daddy's cum out of his daughter's pussy.

I came, like wild. I thought Dan would choke on the amount of cum, but the ejaculation just turned him the fuck on. The moans as he swallowed my seed were definitely pleasure.

I rode out the orgasm and then slowly withdrew. I took a second to slap my mucus-wet cock against Dan's cheeks a couple of times before stumbling back.

"I gotta sleep," I grunted. I scooted back and found the bed, plopping my ass down on it as I worked my shoes and jeans off. The rest would have to wait till tomorrow. I lay back and felt like the room was spinning.

"Thanks, Dan, you're the best," I hissed. But that was the last I remember until I woke up.

#drakestories

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Misunderstanding

Pennywise! The dancing clown.

TW: fluff (body mentions) Tiny angst

Pennywise had been conflicted after everyone's children and adults kept going missing people moved out and there hasn't been a single person in Derry in 20 years. Until one day a strange woman came by and the only way to figure out why she was here is to pretend he was the same kind.

“Hello?!” she yelled looking back to see if someone was there, but I was there. She kept walking but her paste was fast and steady as she appeared to be looking for something. Accidentally I stepped on a branch and my fluffy hair was spotted. I had been stalking this woman for weeks.

Curly brunette hair.

pear type build.

Melanin

The perfect kind to eat.

“Sorry, He-Hello!” I stuttered, my stuttering problem had worsened every sense I took on a human form. I stepped from behind the tree and gave a glee wave. Immediately she went from panicking to angering her demeanor change. Hands had tightened and brows had furrowed. As I was almost afraid I had to have my dinner early.

“You were following me?!” she yelled. Making me flinch such a fragile looking person could raise their voice like a man. “Yes, I'm so-so-sorry there-re hasn't been a person Derry in years.” I coughed trying to get rid of the horrid stutter. “For a moment I thought I was the only one who lived here.” I stated a smile appearing on my face at the clean statement. “Just, let me know if you're there next time.” she told me calming herself as she continued walking “What are you l-looking for?” I asked her stepping closer towards her back looking and leaning over the same empty pond to see if what she sought was in there. “A paper, something about-- nevermind.” she took a step back in her own words making me raise a brow “No please, tell me.” “A news paper, something about a Woman that I knew.” she paused and looked at me “Sense you live here do you know her? Her name was Cheryl Lamonica.” her voice became stern and quickly I noticed who she was talking about, though I ate her years ago. I nodded no as I used my supernatural ability to make her hallucinate, making the paper appear in front of her. “Thank the heavens!” she stated jolly I almost felt bad for lying a pretty smile on her face, making me giggle. I stepped closer side to side with her. She looked at me and practically ignored the short distance. “Listen I got to go, umm?” I quickly cut her off. “Pennywise, the dancing-” before I finished my sentence I shut myself up knowing how ridiculous I would've sounded being a man and identifying as a clown. “Yeah um pennywise! Bye.” I smiled little did she know she'd see me later.

Usually when a monster doesn't feed for a while they'd adapt heat, and mate with another monster. Though nowadays there haven't been any other monsters that I've known about ever.

Automatically my radar went up, the fact that I could sense an offensive position made me squeal, knowing someone was close by and unarmed. Quickly I teleported there watching and waiting, soon I heard light snoring. Knowing they were defenseless I appeared before them, slowly removing the blanket from their face, quickly a tilted frown appeared on my face, that little woman. I leaned my head in closer my hands seemed to move on the own.

I removed the blanket off of the rest of her body. Her dinted hips and pudge looked delicious to eat. She was covered in Christmas pants and a random yellow shirt. Sweat dented the top of her collar bone, she was hot. I didn't want my food to get all wet now did I? I used my nail and trailed it down her stomach to her V line. Her shirt was splitting in two. I trailed my finger down to her pants ripping them but stiffened as I heard a sudden whimper from my hand pressure on her private. Continuingly I ripped her pants off of her. Eyeing her in her underwear.

The underwear was rather big, but they looked comfortable. Her bra was clearly tight. The straps creating lines on her smooth skin with a light nibble with my razor sharp teeth they removed themselves slowly slipping to the floor. I quickly closed my eyes. Unsure if I should look at such an unpurified sight. She looked more relaxed her shoulders fell back. And I couldn't help but feel her face, and look at such odd things. I grabbed the rim of her underwear and gave them a little tug trying not to wake her up but with the second attempt of a tug she awoke.

Quickly I backed away lifting my foot up and hand in front of my face, in distraught. Embarrassed I was caught, she looked at me with wide eyes jumping up and covering herself quickly with the blanket. Her fear was covered with embarrassment. “H-Hey! Who the hell are you?!” she yelled at me. Grabbing a pillow and throwing it at me. I was confused how she didn't recognize me though I forget no one would remember a clown who looked like a human at first. I transformed into the human form out of nervousness not being able to control my body's transformations in fear. A feeling I never felt. I started glitching.

My head uncontrollably twitched and my eyes flickered from blue to yellow. As her mouth went agape in fear.

“What the fuck?!” she yelled “What the hell are you?!” she yelled once again making me flinch though the question made me huddle. Embarrassingly in my human form I huddled up hugging my knees.

For in fact. I didn't know what I was? Just like Billy said, was I a mimic? No, no, I couldn't be a mimic! I'm my own man. I'm not even a man.

My lips started quivering, turned bright red with the natural red lips I had. She looked at me confused. Anger glowing into her veins.

“What the fuck were you trying to do to me?!”

She yelled at me.

Making me bucket my head in my knees.

“You fuckin' asshole!” she yelled once again grabbing her pillow and jumping on me smuggling me and cutting off my air support. Though I didn't exactly need to breathe her hatred and mimicking made my breathing Holter.

“Fucking clown!”

She yelled hitting me in the head with her fist. Quickly I reacted to the second punch she threw and grabbed her hand pinning her down. My teeth turned razor sharp. Her eyes quickly flashed fear. As she stopped struggling and looked me in my eyes. I wondered why she looked so scared. A knee went to my gut and I flipped off of her. In pain. I received another knee but to the nose. I couldn't transform back, I was stuck in a weak human form.

She ran out the door. Leaving me collapsed on the floor. Quickly I used my last little bit of power to teleport back to the sewers.

(THIS WAS SO RANDOM IDFK PART 2?????)

#slasher community #slasher fucker #pennywise #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #slashers #black reader #slasher imagines #monster fucker #slasher headcanons #multifandom fanfiction

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I don't know about you all, but I was thinking of the joke on Barmageddon about Blake and Cheryl hooking up and the more you think about it, the more you realize it could have happened. Blake was recently divorced from his first wife and seemed to be on and off with ML from the beginning and Sheryl was recently done with Lance Armstrong. I'm not trying to start anything, but with famous people, it wouldn't shock me at all if it did happen. And the celeb scene in and around Nashville at that time was virtually non-existent, so it would have been easy to keep under the radar. I just thought it was an interesting thread through the episode.

Is it a possibility, sure, anything is possible. Highly unlikely though. First, according to Blake he was down as low as he could get. I highly doubt that he would have been interested. I also use as further proof in Adam's response to Howard Stern's comment about Blake spreading his seed everywhere after the divorce and Adam stating Blake wouldn't do that. Second, if you go back and look at his schedule back then, I am not sure when he would have had time to hook up with Sheryl. Third, you can't tell me that they would not have been caught, and fourth, once he got back to the Voice with Season 9, and found out that he was interested in Gwen, I am pretty sure any thoughts of other women, if there were any, it went out the window.

So, no.

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Thursday, April 11, 2024

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Ireland’s Youngest Ever Leader (NYT) Simon Harris was three years into a university degree when he dropped out in 2008. A job had come up as a parliamentary assistant to an Irish senator, and Mr. Harris, an ambitious 20-year-old from a coastal town in County Wicklow, south of Dublin, saw “an opportunity to try and make a difference,” he later told Hot Press, a Dublin-based magazine. He never looked back. On Tuesday afternoon, at 37, he became the Republic of Ireland’s youngest ever head of government, the culmination of a swift political rise to a post he has long aspired to. “He’s always been hungry for this role,” said David Farrell, a professor of politics at University College Dublin, noting that although Mr. Harris was young, he was not lacking in political experience. “His career has been short, but it’s been meteoric.”

Swiss press say ‘absurd’ European climate ruling could harm democracy (Reuters) Influential newspapers in Switzerland on Wednesday criticised a climate change ruling against the Swiss government by Europe’s top human rights court, saying it risked undermining democracy. Tuesday’s ruling by the European Court of Human Rights in favour of over 2,000 Swiss women who said Switzerland had not done enough to combat climate change is expected to embolden more people to bring climate cases against governments. Describing the ruling as “activist jurisprudence” that could pave the way for “all kinds of claims”, the center-right Neue Zuercher Zeitung (NZZ) newspaper said the elderly plaintiffs were ultimately pawns of environmental lobbies that used the court to circumvent democratic debate.

Tens of thousands evacuated in Russia, Kazakhstan amid worst floods in decades (AFP) Historic floods in Russia and Kazakhstan have forced tens of thousands from their homes. Fast-melting snow and ice has caused rivers that cross the two countries' border regions to surge, leading to the evacuation of more than 100,000 people. Russia’s Emergencies Ministry declared an emergency in the Orenburg region along the border, but citizens are still desperate and “calling for Putin’s help,” local media outlets report.

Ukraine races to fix and shield its power plants after Russian onslaught (Reuters) Russia began a second major assault on Ukraine’s energy system last month, devastating at least eight power plants and several dozen substations. Kyiv says Russia used more than 150 missiles and 240 attack drones in a single week from March 22—cutting off electricity, heating and even running water to 2 million Ukrainians, according to a parliamentary estimate. The intensity of the attacks, which have also targeted solar and hydro-electric power facilities, forced Kyiv to import power and sparked fears about the resilience of an energy system that was hobbled by a Russian air campaign in the war’s first winter. Russia has said the energy system is a legitimate military target and described last month’s attacks as “revenge strikes” to punish Ukraine for attacking Russian border regions.

Russia and China Double Down on Defying U.S. (WSJ) Russia and China have pledged to deepen their growing alliance and shared opposition to what they describe as the U.S.’s attempts to dominate the world order, with Moscow again seeking to boost trade with Beijing as it looks for new ways to bypass the Western sanctions imposed for its war on Ukraine. Russia’s Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov met with Chinese leader Xi Jinping in Beijing on Tuesday after the U.S. increased the volume of warnings that China should step back from helping the Russians pursue the war against their smaller neighbor. The meeting, which followed separate talks with China’s Foreign Minister Wang Yi, also came against a backdrop of a growing tussle for influence in the global south between the West on one hand, and China and Russia and their partners on the other. Lavrov criticized what he called the West’s proclivity for falling in behind Washington, and the U.S.’s attempts to get the rest of the world to follow the same line. “There is no place for dictatorship, hegemony, neocolonial and colonial practices, which are now being applied by the United States and all the rest of the collective West unquestioningly submitting to the will of Washington,” Lavrov said.

China's Xi says nobody can stop ‘family reunion’ with Taiwan (Reuters) Chinese President Xi Jinping told former Taiwan President Ma Ying-jeou on Wednesday that outside inference could not stop the “family reunion” between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, and that there are no issues that cannot be discussed. Since the defeated Republic of China government fled to Taiwan in 1949 after losing a civil war to Mao Zedong’s communists, no serving Taiwanese leader has visited China. Ma, president from 2008 to 2016, last year became the first former Taiwanese leader to visit China, and is now on his second trip to the country, at a time of simmering military tension across the strait. Meeting Ma in Beijing’s Great Hall of the People, where foreign leaders normally hold talks with top Chinese officials, Xi said that people on both sides of the strait are Chinese. “External interference cannot stop the historical trend of reunion of the country and family,” Xi said, in comments reported by Taiwanese media.

Ankara’s pressure campaign (Foreign Policy) Turkey restricted exports to Israel on Tuesday, saying Ankara will only lift its curbs on trade once Israel and Hamas secure a cease-fire in Gaza and “the unhindered flow of sufficient humanitarian aid” is allowed to enter the enclave. The announcement impacts 54 product categories, including iron, steel, fertilizer, and aviation fuel. Turkish Foreign Minister Hakan Fidan said the decision was made in response to Israel denying Turkey’s request late Monday to airdrop aid into Gaza. Ankara plans to maintain commercial ties with Israel. Israeli Foreign Minister Israel Katz immediately condemned Turkey’s actions, accusing President Recep Tayyip Erdogan of “once again sacrificing the economic interests of the people of Turkey for his support of Hamas.” Israel ordered its Foreign Ministry on Tuesday to prepare an “extensive list” of Turkish products to ban, and it said it would ask the United States and other allies to stop investing in Turkey and prevent imports from the country.

Israel threatens to strike Iran directly if Iran launches attack from its territory (AP) Israel’s foreign minister threatened Wednesday that its country’s forces would strike Iran directly if the Islamic Republic launched an attack from its territory against Israel, as tensions between the rival powers flare following the killings of Iranian generals in a blast at the Iranian consulate in Syria. The remarks came after Iran’s Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei reiterated early Wednesday a promise to retaliate against Israel over the attack on its consulate in Damascus earlier this month. Tehran holds Israel responsible for the strike that leveled the building, killing 12 people. Israel has not acknowledged its involvement, though it has been bracing for an Iranian response to the attack, a significant escalation in their long-running shadow war.

Glasses Improve Income, Not Just Eyesight (NYT) If you’re 50 or older and reading this article, chances are you are wearing a pair of inexpensive reading glasses to correct your presbyopia, the age-related decline in vision that makes it progressively more difficult to see fine print and tiny objects. Eventually, everyone gets the condition. But for nearly a billion people in the developing world, reading glasses are a luxury that many cannot afford. According to the World Health Organization, the lack of access to corrective eyewear inhibits learning among young students, increases the likelihood of traffic accidents and forces millions of middle-age factory workers and farmers to leave the work force too early. Uncorrected presbyopia, not surprisingly, makes it harder for breadwinners to support their families. That’s the conclusion of a new study which found that garment workers, artisans and tailors in Bangladesh who were provided with free reading glasses experienced a 33 percent increase in income compared to those who were not given glasses.

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